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Fic - Three Universes, One Prayer
Title: Three Universes, One Prayer
Rating: G
Universe: Alternate, Rhy'Din, Home
Timeline: April 15th, 2006
Written: April 15th, 2006
Summary: AU Mike, Harold and the original Mike on Easter Sunday.
The sun was shining in Missoula, Montana; it was a beautiful day. Everywhere things were turning green again, and wild flowers were starting to choke the path sides, the riversides, everything. In town, families congregated for Church, or just for community. It was hard, in a world colored like Spring and full of camaraderie, to be dour.
Mike hadn't gone to Church in decades; he believed in God, but it wasn't always an easy relationship, and more than once he had bitten back at the sky, wondering what exactly he had done to deserve some of the things that had happened. But despite that, he put on his cleanest, neatest shirt (the one with the least patches), combed his hair neatly, saddled his horse and went anyway.
It was hard to remain solitary when most of the town either knows you, or knows of you. Paul spotted him before Mike had a chance to hide and tackled him onto the lawn; Dan dogpiled on a moment later, and all three of them had to go in with grass stains on their best clothes -- Paul and Dan, naturally, getting chewed out by their wives.
The service was upbeat; hopeful and optimistic, and full of the life and energy that comes with rebirth, and the living Earth flourishing. Mike wasn't so sure why he was there -- he wasn't feeling particularly upbeat or hopeful -- but he listened anyway from the most secluded spot he could find in the sanctuary; prayed when he was supposed to pray, sang when he was supposed to sing.
In the moment of silence, though, he figured out why he was there, and that was to ask for help. And so he did: The courage to be strong in the coming days, the ability to forgive himself, and others... and help in finding whatever it was that he needed to find in order to be at peace.
And as one, the congregation:
"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name..."
----
Harold prayed to himself; there was no pastor to preside over an Easter service, but that didn't matter. He didn't need someone to guide him in this, only Someone to listen to it.
He had left the Maritime early; put on one of his new uniforms, left behind his Browning HP -- only when he went to Church did he leave his firearm, and this was one of those days. He had left a note for Lil, kissed her as she slept, then slipped out into the early morning air of Rhy'Din to make his way to the crumbled old building that served as his place of worship.
There were a couple of reasons he was here this morning. The first, of course, was that it was Easter Sunday. He had gone Good Friday as well, and had then spent the night of the fourteenth and the morning of the fifteenth alone.
The second reason he came here, however, was more to pray for the strength and courage to resolve his own inner conflict; to tell Lilith why those dates were so dark in his mind and his life. He prayed, also, for help knowing when the moment was right -- he did not want the past to interrupt the present and future he had come to love and take so much joy in.
So he prayed in the joy of the Resurrection, and prayed in the plea for the strength that he would need to complete the trial ahead.
And when he was done with that, alone:
"...Gwneler dy ewyllys, megis yn y nef, felly ar y ddaear hefyd. Dyro i ni heddyw ein bara beunyddiol. A maddeu i ni ein dyledion, fel y maddeuwn ninnau i'n dyledwyr. Ac nac arwain ni i brofedigaeth; eithr gwared ni rhag drwg..."
---
It was hard not to see God in Westchester County, New York. In a matter of a few weeks, it had gone from being a drab, gray place to bright green and alive.
Mike wasn't a member of the Church, but he went anyway; wore a dress shirt, and a tie, and in a good mood took Joel's car into town. He had thought about inviting the others along, but in the end, he figured that if they wanted to go, they would, and if not, then he certainly wouldn't be one to push them.
He still had good days and bad ones; this, however, was a good one. His life, even despite all of the trials, had been a blessed one, and he very well knew it. He had a family he loved, friends he trusted, a home he had helped to build... and a world he had helped to make a better place. It was impossible for him, in the light of Spring and hope, to be mournful on a day like this.
He did have a personal prayer, however... to bring home safely the rest of that family. To protect and lend strength to those still here.
To help him find the courage to survive the times ahead himself.
And finally:
"...For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen."
Rating: G
Universe: Alternate, Rhy'Din, Home
Timeline: April 15th, 2006
Written: April 15th, 2006
Summary: AU Mike, Harold and the original Mike on Easter Sunday.
The sun was shining in Missoula, Montana; it was a beautiful day. Everywhere things were turning green again, and wild flowers were starting to choke the path sides, the riversides, everything. In town, families congregated for Church, or just for community. It was hard, in a world colored like Spring and full of camaraderie, to be dour.
Mike hadn't gone to Church in decades; he believed in God, but it wasn't always an easy relationship, and more than once he had bitten back at the sky, wondering what exactly he had done to deserve some of the things that had happened. But despite that, he put on his cleanest, neatest shirt (the one with the least patches), combed his hair neatly, saddled his horse and went anyway.
It was hard to remain solitary when most of the town either knows you, or knows of you. Paul spotted him before Mike had a chance to hide and tackled him onto the lawn; Dan dogpiled on a moment later, and all three of them had to go in with grass stains on their best clothes -- Paul and Dan, naturally, getting chewed out by their wives.
The service was upbeat; hopeful and optimistic, and full of the life and energy that comes with rebirth, and the living Earth flourishing. Mike wasn't so sure why he was there -- he wasn't feeling particularly upbeat or hopeful -- but he listened anyway from the most secluded spot he could find in the sanctuary; prayed when he was supposed to pray, sang when he was supposed to sing.
In the moment of silence, though, he figured out why he was there, and that was to ask for help. And so he did: The courage to be strong in the coming days, the ability to forgive himself, and others... and help in finding whatever it was that he needed to find in order to be at peace.
And as one, the congregation:
"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name..."
----
Harold prayed to himself; there was no pastor to preside over an Easter service, but that didn't matter. He didn't need someone to guide him in this, only Someone to listen to it.
He had left the Maritime early; put on one of his new uniforms, left behind his Browning HP -- only when he went to Church did he leave his firearm, and this was one of those days. He had left a note for Lil, kissed her as she slept, then slipped out into the early morning air of Rhy'Din to make his way to the crumbled old building that served as his place of worship.
There were a couple of reasons he was here this morning. The first, of course, was that it was Easter Sunday. He had gone Good Friday as well, and had then spent the night of the fourteenth and the morning of the fifteenth alone.
The second reason he came here, however, was more to pray for the strength and courage to resolve his own inner conflict; to tell Lilith why those dates were so dark in his mind and his life. He prayed, also, for help knowing when the moment was right -- he did not want the past to interrupt the present and future he had come to love and take so much joy in.
So he prayed in the joy of the Resurrection, and prayed in the plea for the strength that he would need to complete the trial ahead.
And when he was done with that, alone:
"...Gwneler dy ewyllys, megis yn y nef, felly ar y ddaear hefyd. Dyro i ni heddyw ein bara beunyddiol. A maddeu i ni ein dyledion, fel y maddeuwn ninnau i'n dyledwyr. Ac nac arwain ni i brofedigaeth; eithr gwared ni rhag drwg..."
---
It was hard not to see God in Westchester County, New York. In a matter of a few weeks, it had gone from being a drab, gray place to bright green and alive.
Mike wasn't a member of the Church, but he went anyway; wore a dress shirt, and a tie, and in a good mood took Joel's car into town. He had thought about inviting the others along, but in the end, he figured that if they wanted to go, they would, and if not, then he certainly wouldn't be one to push them.
He still had good days and bad ones; this, however, was a good one. His life, even despite all of the trials, had been a blessed one, and he very well knew it. He had a family he loved, friends he trusted, a home he had helped to build... and a world he had helped to make a better place. It was impossible for him, in the light of Spring and hope, to be mournful on a day like this.
He did have a personal prayer, however... to bring home safely the rest of that family. To protect and lend strength to those still here.
To help him find the courage to survive the times ahead himself.
And finally:
"...For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen."