


Anchor

by yas-m



Category: Under the Dome
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2014-09-18
Updated: 2014-09-18
Packaged: 2014-12-22 22:13:41
Rating: K+
Chapters: 1
Words: 652
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10700455/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/939178/yas-m
Summary: "You still have them…" he said, his voice trailing and he traces his finger and thumb over the familiar metal. "You asked me to hold on to them for you," she replied, almost shyly, watching the shiny tags twist between his fingers.





	Anchor

In 2.12 Barbie was wearing his dog tags for the first time since dropping them in 1.13 and asked Julia to hang on to them, which means at some point between the end of 2.11 and the beginning of 2.12, she must've given them back. So here's my "missing scene" where that happens.

It's my first time writing for Under the Dome and Barbie/Julia, so I would really appreciate the feedback.

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><p><strong>Anchor<strong>

_- You lose something? _

_- Hold onto those for me, will you?_

Morning came and brought with it the sunshine again, temperatures rapidly rising, and of course with every new dawn came a new challenge to the residents of Chester's Mill.

Finally making it home and bandaging her leg properly were the only things on Barbie's mind as they left the Sweetbriar Rose, and next, packing up whatever they deemed essential and getting to the center of town were all that mattered. Hurriedly, they threw clothes, essentials, anything they could find into their bags. No time to casually pick and choose and be selective. They were packing for the end of the world not a summer vacation.

He kept an eye on her, as she awkwardly limped around the room, they may be caught in another whirlwind but he still could not shake that trembling feeling; only a few hours ago, he was holding her limp body across town, her heartbeat fading with every step, just a few hours ago, he was laying her down on the diner floor, begging her to come back. That was how fragile their existence was under this goddamn dome. He felt a sob escape his throat at the memory, and he took a deep breath.

He should check on everyone else on the street, make sure they're packed and ready. _But he just cannot bear to leave her yet, even if for a few minutes._

"Can you hand me those jeans, please?" she asked, bringing him back from his thoughts.

He looked back towards the direction she indicated and grabbed the folded jeans. Lifting them up, he felt something drop out of the pocket; something small enough that landed on his boots. _His dog tags_. He had not seen them in a couple of weeks, not since she broke him out of prison.

"You still have them…" he said, his voice trailing and he traces his finger and thumb over the familiar metal.

"You asked me to hold on to them for you," she replied, almost shyly, watching the shiny tags twist between his fingers.

He smiled, sweetly, softly, a glimmer sparkling in his eyes as he slowly looped the chain over his head, "thank you," he whispered. He closed his eyes for the slightest moment, welcoming the comfortable weight around his neck and securing it behind the collar of his shirt. _Safety. _He avoided her gaze, awkwardly, not sure if she would understand why this was such a somber moment for him. It wasn't just a chain around his neck. It was his past, his story, his friends, it was everyone he lost in battle, every wound and scar, on his body, mind and soul.

It was his _anchor_.

He did not think she would understand.

But she did. She had held it tightly in her palm; pressing it against her chest, with a supernatural egg in her other hand, hovering over the lake. It was her leap of faith. Putting her faith in everything she did not understand with the slimmest hope that it would save his life. She had held onto it religiously, intimately clasped against her rapidly beating heart, and she had felt him then. She had felt him in the metal tags and chain, she had felt his story, his past, his pain.

She had felt the promise of their future. She had felt him. Barbie. Her _anchor._

**END**


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