Started to write a vigil fanfiction, hope people like it. Good distraction during waiting for season 3 😁
“The gun. The way he doesn’t hesitate. Ross falls.
There’s no time to think.
McCabe’s head snaps toward her position. He’s seen her.
The second shot cracks against stone. Too close.
Kirsten doesn’t run in a straight line. Instinct takes over — low, fast, controlled. She moves from rock to open ground, breath burning in her throat. Seven months pregnant and running across uneven terrain, telling herself not to fall. Not to trip. Another shot. Closer.
Her car is ahead. Too far. Always too far.
She reaches it. Fumbles the door. Gets inside. The engine roars to life.
McCabe keeps shooting. Even as she pulls away. Even as the car moves. She doesn’t look back. She doesn’t dare. She almost makes the bend in the road when the last shot comes. A sharp crack behind her. A single hole appears in the rear windshield. For half a second there’s no pain. Just sound.
Then…Impact….”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/80476596/chapters/211332066