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Speak Thee of Heroes

Title: Speak Thee of Heroes
Author: robinfanatic 
Characters: Djaq, Carter
Rating: PG-13
Genre: angst
Words: 524
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own; I just want to play in their universe
Notes: written for rh_intercomm; takes place during 2x13; beta'd by darkentwisted & wastingyourgum; and look! My 6th comm represented at Intercomm!
Great occasions do not make heroes or cowards; they simply unveil them to the eyes of men. --Brooke Foss Westcott

Summary: Djaq offers comfort to Carter in his final moments on this earth...

Speak Thee of Heroes
by robinfanatic

Djaq heard the barely perceptible moan coming from the shadows ahead. She moved silently through the narrow alleyway, fearful that an enemy soldier might be hidden in one of the darkened alcoves. A white tunic emblazoned with more than just the red of the Templar cross caught her eye - blood soaked the garment, spilling onto the sand.

"Carter!" she exclaimed. She laid her sword aside and moved to her knees beside the soldier.

Carter heard her call his name and opened his pain-filled eyes. "The king?" he asked through rasping breaths.

"He is fine," Djaq replied.

Carter nodded, his hand drifting toward the gash across his belly. "Thought...I knew where...he was," he panted, sweat beading on his brow. "Guess I was...wrong."

Djaq ran her hand across his forehead. It was deadly quiet though the others were combing the village. She didn't want to risk shouting for help. It would do no good to call for them anyway. They'd find her soon enough, though perhaps not soon enough to say goodbye to Carter. The wound was bad - so much blood pooled around his body - but she pulled his tunic aside to inspect it.  For all her battle experience, she had to force herself not to turn away when she saw the slash that stretched across and deeply into his stomach. She pressed the tunic back down to slow the flow of blood but knew his life was in Allah's hands.

"The Sheriff?"

"Got away."

Carter closed his eyes against the pain. "Help me up," he grimaced through clenched teeth.

"Lay there!" Djaq ordered. "Do you get this from your king?" she added, her tone softer

Carter knew exactly what she meant. Richard the Lionheart was known for his determination - his stubbornness -  in the face of adversity.

Djaq smiled when Carter struggled to show that same boyish grin she'd seen back in Sherwood. "Spoilsport," he muttered, his face softening for one fleeting moment before the pain cut the sparkle from his fiery blue eyes.

"Stop being the warrior for a minute," Djaq chastised him gently. "Just rest 'til the others get here."

"Must not...disappoint...the king." Carter's breaths grew short. 

"King Richard would never be disappointed in you, Carter. You are a hero," she said. "You saved the king. You saved us all. And now you may rest." Djaq took his hand into hers and felt him relax at her touch.

Carter stared past Djaq, his eyes glazed. "Thomas?"

"A hero, like you," Djaq smiled. Like Marian, she thought as a tear suddenly spilled down her cheek. "He is resting, too. Waiting for you."

"I will... rest." Carter took one last breath and slipped away.

Djaq brought his hand to her quivering lips and brushed it with a gentle kiss. "Salaam, my friend," she said softly.

The alleyway grew darker as the sun dipped lower in the west. Djaq could not bring herself to leave Carter alone even in death. She did not turn, did not move, when voices and the sounds of someone running toward her broke the deafening silence.


( 10 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 26th, 2010 12:44 am (UTC)
Aww. Sniffle. I'm so glad Carter didn't die alone. This was beautiful and your descriptions were excellent and really set the scene.
Feb. 6th, 2010 03:21 am (UTC)
Thank you! I often struggle with the narrative, so it's always wonderful to receive a compliment like yours! :)
Jan. 26th, 2010 02:53 am (UTC)
A beautiful moment in time. Wonderful job.
Feb. 6th, 2010 03:21 am (UTC)
Thank you so much!
Jan. 26th, 2010 10:50 am (UTC)
Aww, poor Carter, lovely fic, so sad and beautiful at the same time XD
Feb. 6th, 2010 03:22 am (UTC)
'course, I still think that is James' body buried next to Marian... Carter did not die... Carter did not die... *sniff*

Thanks for reading!
Feb. 15th, 2010 07:48 pm (UTC)
The idea of Carter dying alone has always bothered me greatly, too (as if the ending of 2x13 didn't suck enough already), so IF we are to pretend that he did die*, this is a good scenario for it. Well written, and now I'm going to go cry a bit... ;)

*since we all know it didn't happen
Feb. 16th, 2010 02:23 am (UTC)
*since we all know it didn't happen

Exactly. Like I mentioned in an earlier comment, that was James' grave next to Marian's.

Heroes should never have to die alone. I hope I showed Carter's fighting spirit to the end and Djaq's gentleness. I'm sorry if the memory made you cry* but I do appreciate your comment.

*makes me cry every time I see or think about that scene in 2x13

Edited at 2010-02-16 02:23 am (UTC)
Feb. 16th, 2010 06:29 pm (UTC)
I managed to hold it together... barely. ;)

Oh, and that wasn't Marian's grave, either; she was just rehabilitating elsewhere, and that was her evil doppleganger that they buried, and... and... uhm, she and Carter and Will and Djaq and Legrand showed up just in time to stop all the S3 weirdness. Yup, that's how it happened. This is trufax.

Or something. ;)

ETA: Heroes should never have to die alone. I hope I showed Carter's fighting spirit to the end and Djaq's gentleness.

You absolutely accomplished that!! Sorry I'm descending into joking about it, but it still frustrates me SO much. I almost never watch that ep, since it just irritates me all over again and breaks my heart. But you did a wonderful service to them both in this.

Edited at 2010-02-16 06:30 pm (UTC)
Feb. 25th, 2010 07:52 pm (UTC)
Very nicely done!
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