It was a moment of weakness, coming to Charlie like that, but it had been too long since she let her guard down, too long since she trusted someone enough to cry in front of them and she needed it - just that brief fleeting feeling of someone caring for her. As much as she was proud to play the superwoman, superagent, super whatever, her body and brain liked to reminder her every once in a while that she was still human.
But there was something in the tightness of Charlie's arms around her that told her if she asked for more - just asked - he would give it to her, damn the consequences. When he looked into her teary eyes, there was a question - one she didn't want to answer, a request for something she wasn't ready to give.
And it mattered to her what would happen to Charlie. She lost the last man she cared about and she wasn't ready to take on that risk again - not for him or for herself.
A moment of weakness and then back to work.
She let Charlie dry her tears and she put on a smile, trying not to let him read too much in the squeeze of his hand in hers when she went to leave.
She needed to keep him a safe haven for these moments she needed him.
She couldn't destroy him and she couldn't let him destroy himself.
"Watch your back," he cautioned as she opened the door to leave.
She paused. She could go back, run away from it all for a little longer, lure him into her bed for a real respite - sending the whole world away for days on end. The temptation was real. But then, so were the risks.
"You too," she told him and closed the door behind her.
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Fringe, Charlie/Olivia, watch your back
Date: 2009-06-28 04:21 am (UTC)But there was something in the tightness of Charlie's arms around her that told her if she asked for more - just asked - he would give it to her, damn the consequences. When he looked into her teary eyes, there was a question - one she didn't want to answer, a request for something she wasn't ready to give.
And it mattered to her what would happen to Charlie. She lost the last man she cared about and she wasn't ready to take on that risk again - not for him or for herself.
A moment of weakness and then back to work.
She let Charlie dry her tears and she put on a smile, trying not to let him read too much in the squeeze of his hand in hers when she went to leave.
She needed to keep him a safe haven for these moments she needed him.
She couldn't destroy him and she couldn't let him destroy himself.
"Watch your back," he cautioned as she opened the door to leave.
She paused. She could go back, run away from it all for a little longer, lure him into her bed for a real respite - sending the whole world away for days on end. The temptation was real. But then, so were the risks.
"You too," she told him and closed the door behind her.