two Memorial Day ficlets (FMA and NCIS)
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cornerofmadnessTitle --In Memoriam
Author--![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cornerofmadness
Fandom -- Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns them
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Roy/Riza
Timeline/Spoilers -- post series
Word Count -- 296
Warning -- angst
Summary -- They gave their all.
Author’s Note -- Written for Memorial Day 2012. I’m not really a fan of Earth holidays in Amestris but it stands to reason they would have their own version of Memorial Day so this is for all the soldiers out there. Thank you.
XXX
He waited until Gracia and Elicia had left. He had already promised her that he’d come over for dinner tonight. He knew that she didn’t want to be alone any more than he had. They didn’t see him as Gracia walked her daughter out. Maes, your little girl is so cute, he thought as he watched her pigtails bounce, her hair caught up by ties that looked like little cherries.
As a general, he had been expected to attend the Memorial Day graveside services. His men were with him, even Havoc resting heavily on his crutches. Almost every one of these men and women in blue had nearly ended up here under the grass because they followed him. Roy hated this day, hated the absolutely needless loss of life Bradley in particular had caused. Yet, he remained torn because he understood what it was to give to his country, proud of these soldiers who gave all.
He waited until the cemetery was mostly empty before going to the grave, kneeling, chest tight as it always was when he came here. Roy splayed his fingers over the sun-heated stone. “This time, buddy, I can tell you we won. The thing that killed you is dead, Bradley, too. The boys are whole again. The only thing missing is you.”
Wiping tears from his face, Roy felt a hand brush his head: Riza, there for him as always. He leaned against her, his head on her hip as she stroked his hair. She would wait quietly as he said whatever he needed to, to Maes. Roy’s mind flashed to blood pouring from her neck, imagined her stone on a hill not far from Maes and he stifled a sobbed.
“I’m here, Roy,” she whispered and he knew she always would be.
Title --In His Own Way
Author--cornerofmadness
Fandom -- NCIS
Disclaimer -- I do not own them
Rating -- PG
Characters/Pairing -- Gibbs
Timeline/Spoilers -- set in this last year more or less
Word Count -- 221
Warning -- angst
Summary -- He remembers them in his own way
Author’s Note -- written for Memorial Day 2012 and for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic_bakeoff
XXX
The grating of sand paper over wood made for the perfect white noise. Gibbs had dodged all invites to parties for the weekend, though Abby had made that difficult. He had gone to the cemetery for a while to talk to old friends. How many times had he been in a graveyard mourning a fallen hero? It started when he was younger, standing there in his dress blues with their cherry red stripe up the leg, red like blood. He’d buried Shannon and Kelly who had been his heroes, his life; Kate, Jenny, Franks, too many.
If he stayed in this job, Gibbs knew he could bury another one, have yet another soul to visit on Memorial Day, another flower laid against granite. But he couldn’t do anything else. He was right where he wanted to be, in his job, in his basement with a beer in one hand and a sander in the other. He would salute the fallen in his own way. One day it would be his turn to rest, not in a military cemetery with its neat rows of crosses. No, he would join his wife and daughter.
But not today, hopefully not for a long time. Somewhere nearby fireworks marked the day. Gibbs got a fresh sheet of sand paper and celebrated in his own way.
Author--
cornerofmadnessFandom -- Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns them
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing -- Roy/Riza
Timeline/Spoilers -- post series
Word Count -- 296
Warning -- angst
Summary -- They gave their all.
Author’s Note -- Written for Memorial Day 2012. I’m not really a fan of Earth holidays in Amestris but it stands to reason they would have their own version of Memorial Day so this is for all the soldiers out there. Thank you.
XXX
He waited until Gracia and Elicia had left. He had already promised her that he’d come over for dinner tonight. He knew that she didn’t want to be alone any more than he had. They didn’t see him as Gracia walked her daughter out. Maes, your little girl is so cute, he thought as he watched her pigtails bounce, her hair caught up by ties that looked like little cherries.
As a general, he had been expected to attend the Memorial Day graveside services. His men were with him, even Havoc resting heavily on his crutches. Almost every one of these men and women in blue had nearly ended up here under the grass because they followed him. Roy hated this day, hated the absolutely needless loss of life Bradley in particular had caused. Yet, he remained torn because he understood what it was to give to his country, proud of these soldiers who gave all.
He waited until the cemetery was mostly empty before going to the grave, kneeling, chest tight as it always was when he came here. Roy splayed his fingers over the sun-heated stone. “This time, buddy, I can tell you we won. The thing that killed you is dead, Bradley, too. The boys are whole again. The only thing missing is you.”
Wiping tears from his face, Roy felt a hand brush his head: Riza, there for him as always. He leaned against her, his head on her hip as she stroked his hair. She would wait quietly as he said whatever he needed to, to Maes. Roy’s mind flashed to blood pouring from her neck, imagined her stone on a hill not far from Maes and he stifled a sobbed.
“I’m here, Roy,” she whispered and he knew she always would be.
Title --In His Own Way
Author--
cornerofmadnessFandom -- NCIS
Disclaimer -- I do not own them
Rating -- PG
Characters/Pairing -- Gibbs
Timeline/Spoilers -- set in this last year more or less
Word Count -- 221
Warning -- angst
Summary -- He remembers them in his own way
Author’s Note -- written for Memorial Day 2012 and for
fanfic_bakeoffXXX
The grating of sand paper over wood made for the perfect white noise. Gibbs had dodged all invites to parties for the weekend, though Abby had made that difficult. He had gone to the cemetery for a while to talk to old friends. How many times had he been in a graveyard mourning a fallen hero? It started when he was younger, standing there in his dress blues with their cherry red stripe up the leg, red like blood. He’d buried Shannon and Kelly who had been his heroes, his life; Kate, Jenny, Franks, too many.
If he stayed in this job, Gibbs knew he could bury another one, have yet another soul to visit on Memorial Day, another flower laid against granite. But he couldn’t do anything else. He was right where he wanted to be, in his job, in his basement with a beer in one hand and a sander in the other. He would salute the fallen in his own way. One day it would be his turn to rest, not in a military cemetery with its neat rows of crosses. No, he would join his wife and daughter.
But not today, hopefully not for a long time. Somewhere nearby fireworks marked the day. Gibbs got a fresh sheet of sand paper and celebrated in his own way.
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