Title: Wondered
Author: Elandae (j_3101@yahoo.ca)
Pairing: Bernard/Elijah
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don’t know them, this is just what happens when I have nothing else to think about but weird pairings.
Authors Notes: I know this is an odd pairing…I just felt the need to write it! (for the very sake of its oddness). And a very special thanks to Cat, just for you: *becomes screaming receptacle*
To say they were different was the understatement of the year. To this day Bernard wasn’t even really sure how this had even come to be in the first place. Bernard could sit in silence for hours, reading, whatever happened to appeal at the moment. Elijah on the other hand was full of comments. Always having an opinion on what was being said, eager words spilling forth in youthful enthusiasm.
Yet somehow once those eyes locked onto his, those frustratingly intoxicating eyes, none of that mattered anymore. They looked into him, latching onto every weakness, every inescapable truth until all he wanted was release, to be let loose from a cage that had no bars.
Bernard recalled from somewhere in the back of his mind, in the place where dwelt thoughts he’d long ago forgotten were still there, somewhere in those shadowy recesses was the faint memory that he should want to resist those eyes. An idea that he brought out every now and then in an effort to reclaim some sort of mental victory over himself, he would dust it off and inspect it quickly. Just as rapidly he would lose interested in it, forgetting why it was that he had wanted to remember this.
Those eyes with their idealistic glow that made them all the more potent, they drew him back in, a languorous pull that set him back where he had started. They weren’t baby blue like so many said. That color implied something too innocent, almost facile in its simplicity. They weren’t cobalt either, the word simply didn’t fit. Mostly, they reminded Bernard of the ocean. An obscure and indefinable shade of blue that played with the senses, made him forget that he was supposed to pull himself back. Deceitful shades that always made him think he could reach out, find solid ground beyond.
Bernard sometimes wondered if he’d ever fall so deep into this ocean he’d not be able to find his way back to himself again. He wondered if he would put a fight, one last desperate attempt to reclaim that which he’d once called his own. Bernard wondered if once the waters surrounded him, he'd want to find his way back to before he'd known the ocean.
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What Elijah liked most was the way they didn’t make sense, it had its own reversed sense of logic, something that only worked when you saw it from the inside.
Sometimes he would laugh simply watching Bernard; a gentle laugh that couldn’t have achieved mockery had it tried. He watched Bernard, watched his unceasing search for whatever would make sense of this, one last piece to complete the picture.
He didn’t see the truth, perhaps for its very simplicity, too obvious to immediately be trusted. Elijah knew though. They didn’t make sense, but they worked and that was enough.
Elijah wondered if he had gotten lost in his patience, too expectant to notice when it happened. He wondered when Bernard had found an answer that suited him, wondered whether Bernard hadn’t known the truth all along.
End.