DATE: February
2007
TITLE: Where
the Light and the Darkness Divide
AUTHOR: losingntrnslatn (LosingInTranslation,
Jennifer)
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own anything associated with the show… I
just like playing with the characters in it from time to time. Dance Monkeys!
Dance!
RATING: K/PG (General Audiences)
PAIRINGS: GSR.
SPOILERS: Through 7X14 - Meet Market
SUMMARY: Sabbatical Fic… Sara deals with
the fallout of Grissom’s departure.
A/N: Beelzabunny Strikes Again! Okay, normally, I am not a SongFic person, but this one quite literally took over my
brain. Many thanks go to the very talented artist that sang the song, as well
as the writer of the song (Emmylou Harris & Leonard Cohen respectively).
This is my take on the Sabbatical and my hopes for the end of it.
Acknowledgement: My beta has been a little overtaxed lately, what
with all these blasted demonic plot bunnies popping up all over the place. So,
to her I owe a tremendous debt of gratitude… I’m pretty sure it will also
include some cinnamon from somewhere. ;)
REVIEWS: Reviews are the way I know if people are enjoying the
work or not. So, if you leave one, THANKS! And if not, I hope you found at
least a little something to brighten your day, and thanks for taking the time
to read.
Where The
Light & the Darkness Divide
“I’ll…miss you.” That was all he said.
Say a prayer for the cowgirl her horse ran away
She'll walk till she finds him, her darlin', her
stray
But the river's in flood and the roads are awash
And the bridges break up in the panic of loss
All she
felt was loss, but she knew that he needed to go. She knew that he needed to
disappear. With those three words, he was gone. As he walked away, her mind
also went with him. Following in spirit what she could not hold in reality.
And there's nothin'
to follow nowhere to go
He's gone like the summer gone like the snow
And the crickets are breaking her heart with their
song
As the day caves in and the night is all wrong
Everything
reminded her of him; everything said, everything thought, everything seen.
Hearing a cricket one night made her think of him, and she had to excuse
herself before anyone saw the glassy tears that began to fill her eyes.
Did she dream it was he who went
galloping past
And bent down the fern broke open the grass
And printed the mud with the well hammered shoe
That she nailed to his speed in the dreams of her youth
She
fought the urge to get up and find him, so she played it out in her mind,
leaving her wondering what was real and what was the dream.
The dream was where she wanted to be, but she still knew that he needed to go.
And although he goes grazin' a minute away
She tracks him all night she tracks him all day
And she's behind to his presence except to compare
Her injury here with his punishment there
She hoped
that he was finding the peace that he needed, the perspective, the will to go
on. She had felt him slipping away from everything, even before he left, so she
was not really surprised by his decision.
Then at home on a branch on a high
stream a songbird sings out so suddenly
And the sun is warm and the soft winds ride on a
willow tree by the riverside
There
were little things that brought her comfort in his absence. And there were
others that continued to confuse her. A chrysalis on a branch would have been a
wonderful gift, had it been accompanied by even the smallest of notes. But by itself? It was another puzzle she was not sure she
could ever decipher. She wondered if that was what it was supposed to be; a
symbol of his constant mystery.
Ah the world is sweet and the world is
wide
He's there where the light and the darkness divide
And the steam's comin' off
him he's huge and he's shy
And he steps on the moon when he paws at the sky
Every day
she wanted to get on a plane and find him, bring him home, make him stay. And
every day she reminded herself that she could never hold him like that, she
could never hold him back. He needed his freedom, just as much as she needed
hers. She could only wait, wait and hope that he would come back, on his terms,
for their benefit. Any future they would have together depended on trust.
And he comes to her hand but he's not
really tame
He longs to be lost she longs for the same
And he'll bolt and he'll plunge through the first open
pass
To roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass
As the
days turned into weeks, she knew that letting him go was the right thing to do.
He belonged to no one, and neither did she. Their relationship was based on
trust, unbound trust. And it thrived in choice. It had to be their choice to be
together, and she did not want him if she was not the one he had chosen.
Or he'll make a break for the high
plateau
Where there's nothing above and nothing below
It's time for their burden the whip and the spur
Will she ride with him or will he ride with her?
When he
appeared at her door at the end of the four week sojourn, she was unable to
breathe, for fear it would send him fleeing. He looked to her like a frightened
beast, ready to bolt at the slightest sound. She stepped aside and waited for
him to make the next move, never once letting her eyes leave his.
So she binds herself to her galloping
steed,
And he binds himself to the woman in need,
And there is no space, just left and right,
And there is no time, but there is day and night
He took
one step and closed the door behind him. Their gazes held together for what
seemed like an eternity, and time stood still. She wanted to reach out to him,
hold him, tell him everything she had been thinking,
but none of that mattered any longer. He closed the distance between them and
left no space, not even room for a wisp of air. It was a silent promise shared
between two people.
Then she leans on his neck and whispers
low
Whither thou goest I will go.
And they turn as one, and they head for the plain.
No need for the whip oh no need for the rein.
All
doubts were shattered in the moment of their embrace. Every question was
answered in the strength of his arms. Every worry was washed away with the tears
that mingled on their faces. Every
hope was carried in the beating of their hearts.
BALLAD OF A RUNAWAY HORSE
(Leonard Cohen)
1989 Sony ATV
Songs, BMI
Recorded by Emmylou Harris on her
1993 album A Cowgirl’s Prayer