The water ripples and churns. A series of ficlets. 41 - There she is.
7 July 2006
After so many false hopes and fake trails, Ares can't believe his luck. There she is, stepping out of a car across the street. She gives the driver a casual wave and a smile, and she straightens up as the car pulls away.
He works to swallow his excitement because he knows it can't be that easy. She won't remember him and she'll probably sic the police on him if he just assaults her on the street. In front of the courthouse, no less. No—she's a Justice? A lot has changed.
He watches her cross the street. Maybe she's so different that he won't have any place in her life this time around.
Hah. Madame Justice jaywalked.
He's invisible now, so he should probably wait. Catch her after work or something.
His breath catches in his throat when she looks straight at him.
How did she—
She smiles that half-affectionate, half-exasperated smile and says, "About time you showed up."