Title: Lethe
Author: Kate Anderson
Email: sam_loves_jack@yahoo.ca
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13
Content Warnings: character death
Spoilers: none
Summary: She never saw it coming.
Author's Notes: I'm not sure where this one came from. I was in the middle of writing the next chapter of 'The Spirit of Christmas' (which I hope to finish tomorrow!) and when this happened.

This is not a happy story - you have been warned!

Yea, though I walk through the valley of
The shadow of death,
I will fear no evil

She never saw it coming. It was merciful I suppose, that she didn't. I turned my back to her, didn't see her step out into the road, laughing as she called my name. I didn't see the truck but I heard it. I heard the squealing tires and smelled the burning rubber.
She faced down drug dealers with automatic weapons, rapists out looking for pleasure and insane killers with a lust for blood. And for what? To be taken down by a fucking asshole who had a few too many.

I held you, as you lay there on the pavement. You looked up at me with a scared, confused look in your eye. I foolishly whispered that everything would be alright. Help was on the way. Then you smiled at me and closed your eyes.
Your beautiful hair was matted with blood and shards of glass. I ran my hands over it, picking out some of the glass. I know how much you hate to get your hair dirty.

It was a full moon that night. I guess that tends to make some people kind of crazy. We'd had a hard day at work and it was her idea to go out.
I had made some comment that set her off laughing. After stepping from the car, I realized I had shut my jacket in the door. I turned away. Away from her. Away from the truck that hit her.

They took you away from me. They took you away and promised to wash your hair. I'm sorry they put you under that sheet Faith. I shouldn't have let them. They should have let you see.
I'm sorry I turned away. I could have saved you. Then you wouldn't have died in my arms. Smiling up at me.

I told her children a few hours later. After the drunken bastard had been put behind bars. They held onto me and cried. I didn't tell them that I could have saved her.

I loved you Faith. I loved your smile. I loved your laugh. It's ironic that those are the last memories I have of you. Sometimes I'd imagine that I was the one to take you away from your pain. To take you away from the life you pretended to love.
I held you that night and promised to take care of your children. I won't fail you again Faith. I won't.

Her children looked at me, silently asking the one question I dreaded answering. After all, how do you tell them that their daddy just killed their mommy?

For you are with me
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me