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"Left Behind" by mab_browne (PG)
Fandom: Sapphire and Steel
Pairing: None
Length: 836
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mab_browne
Author Website: http://mab.slashzone.org/
Why this must be read: What exactly happens to the people effected by the Break after Sapphire and Steel leave? This fic answers that question for Rob, the main kid in Assignment #1. The author paints a vivid picture of a life forever changed by two winter days and how that is concluded by a visit from Sapphire.
I'm glad this has happened now, if only because I'm nearly forty-four. I have a different perspective. If she'd appeared in front of me when I was still in my twenties and still that special sort of stupid, who knows how I might have humiliated myself.
"But you won't remember this, anyway, Rob, so it won't matter."
"Robert. I'm Robert, now, Sapphire." I say her name very softly. I don't mind that maybe she's already digging around in my thoughts. And I don't mind that she calls me by that old name. She's still very beautiful, and her signature colour is still a rich, jewel-toned blue. Anyone's head might turn to watch her go by. But the heads remain still, and I wonder what other people see. Who knows what there really is to see, not that I care. I've dreamed of Sapphire for thirty years, and now she's walking beside me, if only for a little while. I'm taller than she is now.
Left Behind
Pairing: None
Length: 836
Author on LJ:
mab_browneAuthor Website: http://mab.slashzone.org/
Why this must be read: What exactly happens to the people effected by the Break after Sapphire and Steel leave? This fic answers that question for Rob, the main kid in Assignment #1. The author paints a vivid picture of a life forever changed by two winter days and how that is concluded by a visit from Sapphire.
I'm glad this has happened now, if only because I'm nearly forty-four. I have a different perspective. If she'd appeared in front of me when I was still in my twenties and still that special sort of stupid, who knows how I might have humiliated myself.
"But you won't remember this, anyway, Rob, so it won't matter."
"Robert. I'm Robert, now, Sapphire." I say her name very softly. I don't mind that maybe she's already digging around in my thoughts. And I don't mind that she calls me by that old name. She's still very beautiful, and her signature colour is still a rich, jewel-toned blue. Anyone's head might turn to watch her go by. But the heads remain still, and I wonder what other people see. Who knows what there really is to see, not that I care. I've dreamed of Sapphire for thirty years, and now she's walking beside me, if only for a little while. I'm taller than she is now.
Left Behind