Originally written in 2006 for a drabble meme. My requester wanted Sean/Elijah during filming.
It seems as though I’ve been away for sixty years, not a fraction of that time.
I feel uncomfortable in my skin, disjointed, fractured. New Zealand was my life for so long, but now that I’m back a part of me wonders, is this what it means to be torn in two?
I wonder if Elijah has arrived yet. The answer is a pounding bass that thrums in the pre-dawn stillness. My heart picks up the rhythm as I open the trailer door.
“Sean!” He launches himself into my arms.
Sam has arrived in the West, and he’s finally whole.