A/N: I was just digging through my Docs and this came up. I wrote it some time last month and it was just sitting gathering theoretical dust. I really enjoyed re-reading this and I hope you do too. (And that you could understand it) :)
Clockwork
can you imagine forever? hale can't but kat can try.
Tick tick tock tock
Twelve hours on the clock
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She meets her partner in the center of the dance floor. It's a battle field, the constant struggle for power and control. Two steps back, three steps forward.
One, two, three
Monet, Da Vinci, Michelangelo
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Her life's a waltz and art is the beat.
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Love is a passion that takes up time and commitment. Is she ready for that?
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The clock is moving, the small hand races to the four. She's running out of time.
Four, five, six
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They switch partners. Now she faces a stranger who is all to happy to help her. Though she doesn't want to be helped, he insists.
He thinks she's broken but she knows she's not. She's just a couple hours off.
There's a weight off her shoulders when the music changes and the current of bodies gives way. She runs away without even bothering to say bye.
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In her life, goodbyes symbolize endings and she's not ready for it to end. She wants to race against the clock and see how far exactly that she could make it.
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Too bad the clock never stops.
Seven, eight, nine
Tock tick tock
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And she's in his arms again. He doesn't think she needs help, in fact, he's a little crazy too.
They run together, he from the expectations and her just to run. Life's a whirlwind and she loves it. Time, for the first time ever, slows down.
There's no commitment this time, it's just them. Plain old boy and girl with perchants for trouble.
On her tippy toes, she stopped moving. The waltz is over and the night is coming to an end. The time for endings has begun.
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Tick, tock, tick,
Ten, eleven, twelve
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The clock stops and fireworks expload above as Katarina Bishop kisses W. W. Hale The fifth.
To each other they're both enigmas and the insufferable clock has stopped, there's no more and no where to run.
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Tick, tick, tick
It's back again but Kat's not running
They knew they wouldn't outrun their problems but their internal clock still tocked.
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One, two, three
They dance all on their own.
Tock, tock, tock
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No music, no beat needed. They're caught up in each other as they swivel into life.
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Tick, tick, tick
Four, five, six
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Tick, tick, tock
Hale can't hear his clock now but Kat can. Louder then ever, she doesn't mind.
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She clasps his hand and he faces his fear.
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Seven, eight, nine
She has yet to find hers
Katrina Bishop has no fears
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Tick, tock, tock
That however isn't true.
She had a fear.
Plenty of them actually.
They ran through her head like the hands on a clock. Never ending, infinite. Untill they came true.
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Ten, eleven, twelve
Tick, tock, tick
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Her inner timekeeper shatters as she walks away.
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It's an overall progression that her body rusts and shuts down. Her mind went first, all the springs and wires in her head hadn't been properly placed or secured in the first place.
In the end, she was just an empty woman - a repeating ghost of a thought.
And she, that ghostly thought, had one purpose. To right the wrongs. Love was trivial, nonsensical, and required her to stay. One thing Kat couldn't do.
Love was Hale and one day he would realize the truth too.
He looked but she was long gone.
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She broke like clockwork, unlike he.
He collapsed like a human.
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