Title: Possibility's
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Note: This is a Sliding Doors drabble from James POV right before he gets in the elevator with Helen at the end. Enjoy.
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I thought I'd lost her for good, and then I got her back. Then I lost her again, but this time it hurts more; She was pregnant. Before she died, when I was holding her all I could think of was how beautiful she'd look holding our baby in her arms…how happy we were going to be, how happy we could've been. But bloody hell, life had to swoop in and take Helen away from me, take our baby, away from me.
After Helen died I told Claudia we didn't have to keep pretending, I don't particularly want to sound like a momma's boy but I needed my mother, I knew my mother would understand and even in her weak condition she did understand. She held me while I cried, like she held me when I fell off my bike when I was small. She listened while I babbled on about how happy Helen and I could have been, she listened while I babbled on about the baby. How I could have introduced him or her to Monty Python and taught them how to ride a bike while Helen watched on and laughed. Then my mother told me something "James, Life has thrown you a curve but you've said it before yourself. Everything happens for a reason." For a while I stewed about it. How could life have given me someone and then so brutally taken her away?
What if she hadn't have caught the train that day? What if we'd never met up in that bar that night? What if I'd told her about Claudia? What if I'd told her I loved her before she started crossing the street? What if I'd let her borrow my cell phone? What if I'd crossed the street with her? What if she wouldn't have had to call Anna?
There are so many possibilities and somewhere, in one of these possibilities it's all worked out. I wish I were in that possibility.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Note: This is a Sliding Doors drabble from James POV right before he gets in the elevator with Helen at the end. Enjoy.
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I thought I'd lost her for good, and then I got her back. Then I lost her again, but this time it hurts more; She was pregnant. Before she died, when I was holding her all I could think of was how beautiful she'd look holding our baby in her arms…how happy we were going to be, how happy we could've been. But bloody hell, life had to swoop in and take Helen away from me, take our baby, away from me.
After Helen died I told Claudia we didn't have to keep pretending, I don't particularly want to sound like a momma's boy but I needed my mother, I knew my mother would understand and even in her weak condition she did understand. She held me while I cried, like she held me when I fell off my bike when I was small. She listened while I babbled on about how happy Helen and I could have been, she listened while I babbled on about the baby. How I could have introduced him or her to Monty Python and taught them how to ride a bike while Helen watched on and laughed. Then my mother told me something "James, Life has thrown you a curve but you've said it before yourself. Everything happens for a reason." For a while I stewed about it. How could life have given me someone and then so brutally taken her away?
What if she hadn't have caught the train that day? What if we'd never met up in that bar that night? What if I'd told her about Claudia? What if I'd told her I loved her before she started crossing the street? What if I'd let her borrow my cell phone? What if I'd crossed the street with her? What if she wouldn't have had to call Anna?
There are so many possibilities and somewhere, in one of these possibilities it's all worked out. I wish I were in that possibility.