When he first met her, he wasn't ready to be saved.
See, he hadn't hit rock bottom yet. He hadn't lost the one thing that was most precious to him.
He lost Kate. That could have been rock bottom without his friends, without his people to form a protective ledge for him, to shield him. But when he loses his friends too...
He comes crawling back a year after he lets them believe him dead, and they embrace him with open arms but there are minuscule shards of ice in the air they breathe, and it's not because of the weather. They need time to undo the grieving they've done, to thaw the air, to embrace him and not remember a cold body lying on a metal gurney.
But Sara isn't used to runaways coming home again. Even though he's done it once before.
She holds back her tears magnificently when she first sees him, but she is weary. She's only ever had herself and her work to rely on, and she's still building a network of contacts in London. It's hard, thankless work, from which she comes back more tired every day.
So to have this- this person that she used to trust to a rather great measure (with her heart and her love and the softest parts of her), it's a little too much.
She gives him a verbal lashing and then cries into his chest, whispering "Don't ever leave again," (it's a foolish request, he can't help but run) and stops crying with a hiccough of surprise when he says "Never again."
She lays a hand upon his jaw, eyes wide with wonder as she watches him surrender to being remade.
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timeasmymeasure
Vagueish spoilers for S06E06
Date: 2016-01-30 02:38 pm (UTC)See, he hadn't hit rock bottom yet. He hadn't lost the one thing that was most precious to him.
He lost Kate. That could have been rock bottom without his friends, without his people to form a protective ledge for him, to shield him. But when he loses his friends too...
He comes crawling back a year after he lets them believe him dead, and they embrace him with open arms but there are minuscule shards of ice in the air they breathe, and it's not because of the weather. They need time to undo the grieving they've done, to thaw the air, to embrace him and not remember a cold body lying on a metal gurney.
But Sara isn't used to runaways coming home again. Even though he's done it once before.
She holds back her tears magnificently when she first sees him, but she is weary. She's only ever had herself and her work to rely on, and she's still building a network of contacts in London. It's hard, thankless work, from which she comes back more tired every day.
So to have this- this person that she used to trust to a rather great measure (with her heart and her love and the softest parts of her), it's a little too much.
She gives him a verbal lashing and then cries into his chest, whispering "Don't ever leave again," (it's a foolish request, he can't help but run) and stops crying with a hiccough of surprise when he says "Never again."
She lays a hand upon his jaw, eyes wide with wonder as she watches him surrender to being remade.