Afterimages (Drabble Project, Day 236)
Aug. 23rd, 2012 11:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
were_lemurGoldeneye, James stares at Alec through a sniper's sights, all ages, not mine.
He should pull the trigger, 007 knows.
Even crippled, even confined to a wheelchair, Janus is still a threat. He could pull any of a thousand strings, and bring the British government to its knees.
But staring through the crosshairs at Alec, he can't force himself to do it. Because all he can think about is how much it hurt thinking Alec was dead, and how much more it hurt when he'd believed he'd caused it.
He can't go through that again. No matter what the cost.
He lowers the rifle, breaks it down, and slips back into the night.
He should pull the trigger, 007 knows.
Even crippled, even confined to a wheelchair, Janus is still a threat. He could pull any of a thousand strings, and bring the British government to its knees.
But staring through the crosshairs at Alec, he can't force himself to do it. Because all he can think about is how much it hurt thinking Alec was dead, and how much more it hurt when he'd believed he'd caused it.
He can't go through that again. No matter what the cost.
He lowers the rifle, breaks it down, and slips back into the night.
