Ghost stories (Nicky and Griffin)
Oct. 17th, 2012 01:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
innameofSix months, fourteen days, and twelve and a half hours ago it happened. Nicky had been there with everyone who could do something. He had failed to save one single life when AIM had nearly taken out Washington, DC.
He is here again to honor the fallen. Only it had just been one life. A scientist who he hadn't really met. Remi had said his name was Griffin. Nicky had thought the man had been terribly brave throwing himself into danger to save them by doing what he did best.
He had even said to Micky a few final words.
"Has to be me. I know this better than anyone. Someone else might get it wrong."
The words still echo in Nicky's mind.
"As to be me."
What? But that's out loud. He moves trying to figure out where the Voice is coming from.
"Someone might get it wrong."
Nicky searches the area that has since been cleaned and almost repaired fully. He thinks he can hear the voice again.
"Oh God.... no more time. Someone else.... might get it wrong."
Nicky feels his blood run cold. It's a ghost. Griffin is standing there trying to work out the problem he was solving the moment he died. Over and over again. Nicky wants to shout now.
It isn't fair! But someone else might have gotten it wrong.
"Doctor... O'Neill?" Griffin jerks and his coloring goes silver then transparent. All that is left is the scorch mark in the ground. Nicky feels a sense of guilt come over him again. Then looks puzzled as a name tag flutters to the ground. He picks it up turning over the scorched plastic in his hands then pockets it unsure of what to do. He shouldn't have come back to this place.
He is here again to honor the fallen. Only it had just been one life. A scientist who he hadn't really met. Remi had said his name was Griffin. Nicky had thought the man had been terribly brave throwing himself into danger to save them by doing what he did best.
He had even said to Micky a few final words.
"Has to be me. I know this better than anyone. Someone else might get it wrong."
The words still echo in Nicky's mind.
"As to be me."
What? But that's out loud. He moves trying to figure out where the Voice is coming from.
"Someone might get it wrong."
Nicky searches the area that has since been cleaned and almost repaired fully. He thinks he can hear the voice again.
"Oh God.... no more time. Someone else.... might get it wrong."
Nicky feels his blood run cold. It's a ghost. Griffin is standing there trying to work out the problem he was solving the moment he died. Over and over again. Nicky wants to shout now.
It isn't fair! But someone else might have gotten it wrong.
"Doctor... O'Neill?" Griffin jerks and his coloring goes silver then transparent. All that is left is the scorch mark in the ground. Nicky feels a sense of guilt come over him again. Then looks puzzled as a name tag flutters to the ground. He picks it up turning over the scorched plastic in his hands then pockets it unsure of what to do. He shouldn't have come back to this place.