Title: Postmark
By: Ldinka
Pairing: past Horatio/Speed
Rated: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Beta: Deb, many-many thank you to you.
A/N: That was written after the live concert of one cool man named Dolphin (he is rather famous here in Russia) Postmark is a song. It is originally written in Russian. I try to translate it into English, but do not expect any rhyme here.
Summary: A moment of darkness.

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So that is all, there's no sun anymore
Only white buttons of snow on the cuffs
They turn into diamonds in the street lamp lights
The rich Autumn, you are so kind to me

You are so generous with death

You are so generous with pain

You see everyone's leading role

You are a postmark of fate

On the last envelope
It is very interesting

To meditate on death with you

Flakes of artificial snow fell from above. The smoke made the surrounding world even more unreal. Lights of various colours glittered. The man on the stage was magnified on the big screen

for all to see. His words mesmerized all who had come to witness his magic, the effect showed on their faces. He was absorbed by the music. He played the drums. His frantic jumps were echoed by the guitarist, nothing seemed to exist for him except the music and the words that expressed his agony.

Horatio stood in the middle of that enraged crowd. The sound from the bass shook his body and punched his lungs. He was horrified by the sight of these people for whom the world was limited to this stage, this man, this music and these words pulsating through their bodies and into their brains. But even more was he horrified by the idea that somewhere among them, was someone very dear to him. Horatio was hurt by the realization that Speed, as well as all those people, had given his soul to that singer. That an empty shell was all that remained of Tim he once knew, which moved in the sounds of that music. No longer did Tim give a damn about himself or the

world around him.

The song came to its climax as bright lights began blinking. In a fraction of a second, the crowd froze, all stuck in ridiculous poses, with vacant eyes staring straight ahead. After a moment, the world plunged into darkness. When the lights came back, the posed bodies remained where they were, with open mouths and tightly closed eyes. It was then, when the lights came back, that he saw Tim. Flash. He sees the closed eyes, and recognizes the pale face, black stubble and disheveled hair. Darkness. Flash. His head is lowered, his body readying for a jump. Darkness. Flash. Grin. His face is set in a grimace and his fists are raised. "Speed!" Horatio yells into the crowd. Darkness. Flash. He is close enough now to see the strain in his face and his empty eyes. "We need to talk!" he says. Darkness. Flash. Tim turns away from him, saying nothing. He grabs Tim's hand. The flashes of light have stopped now, and everyone is plunged into the dark. Tim looks as if he wants to punch Horatio.

"Please, I beg you, come back to me," Horatio pleads. "Is that possible?" Tim asks. "That has always has been possible," Horatio reassures him. "I doubt that," Tim answers. "Speed, I'm afraid," Horatio admits. "And what is our fearless lieutenant Horatio Caine afraid of?" Tim asks. "I'm afraid of one day having to process your dead body, or, of you becoming involved in criminal activity". "I don't care," Tim answered angrily. "But I do," Horatio responded honestly. "Huh?" Tim asked, confused. "I'm your friend, you can rely on me. I love you. You know that I do. I need you. I'll help you. Everything will be Okay. Do you trust me? Do you believe me?" Horatio asked. "I don't know, H, I don't know," Tim replied.

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