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07 February 2009 @ 10:07 pm
Theatrical Muse: Week 268: Question 268  
Name: Dr. Sid Hammerback

Fandom: CSI: New York

Word Count: 1138


The End.


When they got married the sixties were coming to a close and the seventies were waiting to begin. An air of change and an air of revolution tinged the air as politics were upheaved, as conservatism gave way to exploration and Marianne and Sid began a life together. They recounted, in the first home they ever owned, a small place with creaky floorboards, all the events of their childhood, how they had come to be the people they were, right then, at that very moment. Together, a pair, they had lurked in some of the most important moments of their period. They had watched television reports about Kennedy’s assassination on TV, had known people who had been affected by the Stonewall riots, had gone to rallies, had fought for rights they so firmly believed should be true. In their youth, they had found each other and had come together, ready to face the world ahead, no matter what it held for them.

Their first decade together was spent educating themselves and working hard, imagining greater things for themselves and rising up the rungs of maturity and adult life. She was interested in business, and he in cooking, although he had shown quite a rabid intelligence for knowledge about the human body as well. He would work late, and she would study hard, so when Sid came home he would always try and steal away some things from the kitchen with which they could sustain themselves until there came a break in the evening that they could cook dinner in. Both of them may have argued, slight angry words and tired gesticulating fingers, but generally life was good, balanced between alternating periods of living and loving, learning and discovery. Married, they listened to Pink Floyd and The Who, Marianne screamed at Jaws, laughed at Star Wars, and took Sid to plays in the park by amateur theatre company friends. They explored, saw the world beyond the lines they had already learnt, and went further.

When the eighties rip-roared themselves to existence, they were a little older and a little sager, but it didn’t stop them watching and following the trends with rabid fascination for the whole movement and rejection of what had been, and what now, was going to become of what was left. Sid bought an electronic keyboard and brought it home to Marianne grinning with insistent inspiration, this followed some time after by their second computer. He had long since started working towards his medical aspirations and now things were getting underway. The man still cooked though, Marianne watching, always watching him go from strength to strength, and she herself, was starting to find the respect she had long since been seeking. The pair cried a lot during that decade, over John Lennon, over the Chernobyl children that were bound to come, over Air India Flight 182, because it seemed just as close to home as everything else. The year they celebrated twenty years of marriage, they read about Exxon Valdez oil spill, the Loma Prieta earthquake, then nearing the end of that decade, he held her close as reports about Tiananmen Square came into existence. Ending a seemingly endless list of important events and circumstances they had watched and responded to, they celebrated, sharing drinks and kisses, as the first pictures of the Berlin Wall were shown to the world.

Sid and Marianne Hammerback celebrated turning forty and held each other as they danced, older people now, but wiser nonetheless for all that they had seen and done. He had come to the peak of his cooking career in the years before, and was starting to rise throughout the stepping stones of a scientific community that seemed like a second home. She was powerful, not too powerful, but had enough experience behind her at what she was good at to try and make a difference. It seemed funny to them, the pair that they were, still in love just as much that they always had been, that the scraps of their youth and their young adulthood, had now sprung back into popularity. Sid traced the entire New York City road map onto her back in one night, pressing his finger firmly against her flesh when he thought of a shop he liked, or a store she might want to visit the next day. Together the husband and wife continued the life of sexual freedom they had obtained early on in their life, swinging, whipping and dancing with joy at all that they could do. Early on, they had a son, a little later came another one, in them life beginning anew. Thirty years of marriage now, two sons, a nice house of their own, beautiful jobs, wonderful friends, so much knowledge, whimsy, desire and influence.


The year two thousand came without a hitch, Sid carried Michael and Marianne held Christopher as they rose out onto a balcony and watched the sky at midnight, hearing the cheers of everyone else for blocks around. The year after that came just as seamless as the start of the new decade had, and they continued together, always together, into the life that was ahead of them and their small family.

When she died, when the Twin Towers fell and surely, she was splayed out over concrete and bricks, risen in ashes and mixed into refuse where she could not be traced, it ended for him. Over three decades, all the things they had done, the two wonderful, bouncy sons they had, was gone, all because of indifference to human life, all because of all those things they had always been afraid of, terrorism, pain, recklessness, power. All those decades and all those moments vanished from a reality he could prove having been in existence, with her at his side as backup, as evidence. She was gone, her voice, her smell, all her little actions and movements had been wiped off the face of the Earth, along with their two sons, who truly, he had barely gotten to know.

No longer did he have a partner to listen to music with, to take him to concerts, to look at photographs or sneak home food to. All the fruits of their labour and the riches of their decisions were still there in the nice home, the car, the books and all the decorations and inspirations they had found while united together, as one. All gone, all wiped out, all ended in the blink of an eye. Thirty years and a bit, more than that even, for the time they had loved each other before being married, all wiped out Their children gone, her gone, all of them gone, their final end having come, and him, Sid Hammerback, left behind to pick up the pieces, wondering desperately, how it had come to, this.
 
 
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