Title: Time between the Storm
Title: Quiet between the Storm
Disclaimer: I'm only playing
with them, I'll return back in mint condition, scout's honor.
Characters: Olan Chang
(CPB forensic expert)
Henry Summers (brother
of Victor, also a scientist)
Victor Summers (deceased
scientist, presumably Olan's bf in the past)
Summary: From Olan's pov
during "Personal Effects" episode as she and Henry talk before their
"So the other day, well,
I found me a lover
Had a little hustle under the
It was delicious to me
Can't you see me there,
Day dreaming of our future
I painted such a pretty picture
But my prince, he never got back
to me" --Poe, Lemon Meringue.
Faint droning sound
of machinery outside her windowsill did not faze her usually alert comportment.
Instead she was lost inside the dark kind sincere eyes of the familiar stranger
in front of her. Slow soft tapping of her slim fingers on jade color teacup
as she laughed at his remarks. Words had become the shelter of their fragile
psyche; they had flowed, exchanged, and comforted. Both had been reminiscing
about the past that they did not share yet it felt only natural as if Victor
had wanted them to. "Your brother was a smart kid." Henry smirked
playfully, making short gesture with his hand, "Yeah, he was. My brother,
the great avenger."
She laughed again.
Warm sensation filled her stomach and she knew it was not her green tea that
caused so. It had been a long time come since she experienced such feeling.
She desperately wished to savor it as long as possible. The previous bleak occurrences
simply did not happen in her mind. There were no crying family members in front
of her office, no sharp conversations with the lieutenant, and most of all,
the dangerous vial never existed.
He ceased talking
but his eyes were still on her. Seconds moved like hours until finally his lip
met hers. It was short-lived yet it sent electrifying jolt throughout her body.
Then he pulled away. "Sorry." He should not be, she thought somberly.
Perhaps he felt guilty because of Victor's death. Maybe her and Victor's past
Her heart encouraged her
to act before this moment slipped by. However, the sensible part of her cautioned
that they moved in too fast. She had traded her personal life too many times
for her work before. Logic had always triumphed over passion in her life. But
In a leap of faith Olan
leaned in and kissed him. To her relief and delight, he did not hesitate to
kiss her in return.
Their blissful union
was cut short by the ringing pager. She blushed hard as Henry apologetically
broke off their kiss to check the incoming message. "I've got to go to
work." "Now?" She could not believe the words that escaped her
mouth. He smiled. "Research, you know. Gotta go." Bashfully, she hung
her head down smiling, the memory of the kiss still playing full color inside
her head. "Uh, I understand." She could feel the awkwardness hung
in the air and it suffocated. She stood up, trying her best to lighten up the
mood playfully pointing to the door, "Out."
As they walked side
by side to the door, she could not help but wonder where they were going. She
had been out of the game for too long, unable to pinpoint how to start again.
If only love was easy to figure out, she could only hope that she did not make
a fool of herself. He broke the silence first. "So you like to eat?"
His nervousness apparent and this fascinated in the same time calmed her tremendously.
"You've got to eat, right?" He feels the same way, wishfully she thought.
She laughed a little more.
"Do you want to
have dinner tomorrow night?" There was no need for those little games;
holding out a little longer, acting unavailable. "That would be nice."
Relief splayed on his face. "Yeah." Another knowing smile, sparks
in his dark brown eyes, it was unclear who was the one to reach out first. Softly,
their lips met, he tasted like mint and bitter green tea they had been drinking
earlier. His embrace gave her temporary comfort almost like he would protect
her from her demons and she relished in the imagery.
As abrupt as their
kiss started, Henry finally let go. A mixed pang of regret, understanding and
comic resurfaced. "I've got to go to work," he sheepishly added, "I
don't want to go to work, but I've got to go." She countered, mischief
in her voice, "If I don't tell you the codes, you can't go." But she
keyed in the codes anyway let her newfound prince go. With one last glance he
And her heart soared as
she gently closed the door behind her.