Log in

No account? Create an account

Where I Was | Where I Went

Fic (H50): A Secret Island In Your Mind

Summary: Steve sleeps restlessly.
Rating: standard // PG
Pairing: Cath/Steve, (Danny/Steve)
Length: ~780 words
Spoilers: general spoilers for series 3.
Disclaimer: Characters belong the CBS. No infringement intended. Title from "Weightless", by Black Lab.
A/N: Appropriately depressing fic to try and break months long writer's block. I apologise in advance. Can be loosely read as a post-ep for 3.08. Not betaed.


He sleeps restlessly next to her, and she watches him. There's too much on his mind, there has been ever since he came back to Hawaii; the latent ghosts and stresses of his father's death haunting him, but the last few months, it's been worse.

She remembers him sleeping like a log, back when he was still in the service with her, whether it were stolen hours on a base somewhere or nights in her apartment in San Diego. He could sleep anywhere, like most special forces guys, and she'd watch him with a smile before turning over and going back to sleep.

He still sleeps with a forced stillness, but it's the little shifts and grunts that wake her, attuned as she is to minute things everywhere. It's harder to drift off now, when she can feel the tension in him that never fully leaves.

It'll be five more years like this, she reckons, before the tension draws grooves in his face, greys his hair, and ages him with its steady pressure. "Like water on a rock," Danny said once, watching Steve from across the backyard, working on the Marquis with the determination of a man whose skills with cars was mediocre at best.

She wonders, as she does so frequently these days, if Danny loves Steve in the way that Steve loves him. Deep and all encompassing, a strange charge between them Steve will never let go off. He was never hers to have and therefore it only breaks her heart because, alongside everything else, it's quietly breaking his under the pressure.

If Danny does, he's never shown a sign of it, preferring to bicker and snark and tell Steve off in a way no one else has managed to get away with before. Maybe it's mere affection, from him, maybe Danny hides the stronger things underneath the surface. She wishes she knew.

Steve shifts again, minutely, the tension in his face stark in the sparse light. She reaches out but stops short of touching. In some ways, Steve reminds her of her brothers, both younger than her, both in love with life and its possibilities. At least, that was Steve when she met him, the seemingly carefree Navy SEAL, slightly too cocky for his own good but not as cocky as the guys standing next to him.

She's watched him mature with the fondness of a woman who knows that opportunities like him come rarely, a man not willing to commit but equally happy to let her have her space. It's the best private life a female Navy intelligence officer could choose, and it's made her happier than a lot of her women colleagues.

If Danny gave a sign, though, she'd let Steve go in a heartbeat, because not loving him enough comes with the terrible burden of wanting him to be happy. Happier, certainly, than he's been lately, as much as he hides the stresses and pains during the day, she sleeps next to him half the nights of the week and she knows what she hasn't told him yet.

Like this, there is no happy ending for him. He gives too freely, too openly, is persuaded too easily for the things that swirl around his life, for the mother that won't let him go and won't be who he needs. For Danny, who gives too much and will unwittingly break Steve's heart, for the enemies that he made before he was born.

Steve shifts, brings a hand up to his face to rub at his eyes. He blinks twice before he sees her, sitting up. "Cath?"

"It's okay," she replies automatically, like she did to her brother Russ when he would wake from the night terrors that plagued him for a while. "Go back to sleep."

Steve, ever stubborn, pushes up to his elbows. "You okay?"

She's grateful for the dark that hides the moisture she blinks from her eyes; the tone of his voice, ever careful, is rich with concern for her. "I'm fine," she replies, with a smile that increasingly becomes a lie. She's no different, she thinks sometimes, from the people around him that borrow him and use him and never gave him a life of his own.

Except Danny. It always comes back to Danny.

She settles back down, if only to placate him, and he relaxes, lets himself sag down in the pillows. She turns on to her side, keeping the smile in place, and he smiles back before closing his eyes again.

The tension doesn't really leave him when his breathing evens out again, and it takes a long time before she slides into an oblivion of her own.


This fic has a sequel: broken glass, bleeding.


( 22 Post-Its — Scribble a Post-It )
Nov. 27th, 2012 05:56 pm (UTC)
OMG. This kind of ripped me into tiny pieces. I love it so much, how Catherine recognizes the tension in Steve's body that never leaves, how it's force will eventually etch lines into his face. Her thoughts about Steve and Danny, about their love, and how both have but won't truly give it to each other, how people borrow from Steve without really giving back.

This this line: She's no different, she thinks sometimes, from the people around him that borrow him and use him and never gave him a life of his own.

Oh, Steve.


Nov. 27th, 2012 09:56 pm (UTC)
I think anyone who knows Steve for a while, who watches him, knows how much he gives up and how little he gets back, and yeah, that's heartbreaking.

Thank you.
Nov. 27th, 2012 07:24 pm (UTC)
I'm doing a little chair dance while my heart is breaking, okay!?!?
Nov. 27th, 2012 09:57 pm (UTC)
*hugs* Okay :)
Nov. 27th, 2012 08:49 pm (UTC)
Wonderfully written, very insightful, and I like Catherine's POV very much. Just the right thing for my mood tonight, as well. Thank you for sharing, and I hope the writer's block will disappear for good!
Nov. 27th, 2012 09:57 pm (UTC)
Me too, and thank you very much!
Nov. 27th, 2012 09:13 pm (UTC)
Lovely - really nice to have something from Cath's POV
Nov. 27th, 2012 09:57 pm (UTC)
Glad to be of service! Thank you.
Nov. 27th, 2012 09:35 pm (UTC)
Very bittersweet and it makes me wonder, strangely, if Danny might show his hand if she let Steve go or if Cath has thought of that.
Nov. 27th, 2012 10:00 pm (UTC)
I think, at least in my head, that Steve needs to show his hand before Danny will risk anything. I think that's the problem; they're both too scared to destroy a good thing. But I don't think Cath thought of it, no.
Nov. 28th, 2012 06:39 am (UTC)
o\Oh yes. Sad. But I think, true. I really like how your Cath sees Danny and her insights into Steve.
Nov. 28th, 2012 09:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
Nov. 28th, 2012 08:06 am (UTC)
This was gorgeous in an angsty way bb. Really well done.
Nov. 28th, 2012 09:54 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much!
Nov. 28th, 2012 06:27 pm (UTC)
Wow, this was simply amazing and tore me to shreds but in a beautiful, heartbreaking way. Cath was perfect and Steve... oh Steve...

Just... oh...
Nov. 28th, 2012 09:53 pm (UTC)
Steve breaks my heart, too. Thank you!
Nov. 28th, 2012 08:51 pm (UTC)
very bittersweet but beautiful nonetheless.
Nov. 28th, 2012 09:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
Nov. 29th, 2012 06:08 am (UTC)
Oh! That's more than a little heartbreaking, but I love the way the two of them care for each other so well. It's exactly what we see on the screen.

(good luck with the blockage, I hope it clears)
Nov. 29th, 2012 08:16 pm (UTC)
Beautiful writing. Great point of view and insight from Catherine (and love that you give her more backstory and depth). In her way she really loves Steve. For some reason the moment in your fic that almost made me cry was at the end, when they both smile at each other. It's beautiful, tender, and heartbreaking. Thanks for sharing!
Nov. 30th, 2012 09:45 pm (UTC)
Lovely sad ficlet.
Hope your block is broken!
Thanks for sharing.
Feb. 13th, 2013 07:46 pm (UTC)
This, this...was such an amazing fic yet I am shattered! So heart crushing!
Cath knows Steve so well.
Love her POV,the backstory and insight into their relationship.
Cath will protect Steve's heart,always!
Something has to give or they will all be suffering for a very long time.
Thank you so very much for writing.
( 22 Post-Its — Scribble a Post-It )