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[#296] Heart's Desire (Miami Vice)
Theme Prompt: #296 Locked Door
Title: Heart's Desire
Fandom: Miami Vice
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 887
Summary: Sometimes we lock our own doors, and we’re the only ones who hold the keys.
Sonny Crockett found himself standing in front of a white door, with no idea how he’d gotten there or where he ‘there’ was. A glance to his right showed what seemed like an endless white hallway, so bright he could barely see the vague shape of it.
Sonny’s eyes were drawn to the door again. Was he meant to open it? The very thought made him back up a few steps. It was as if a magnetic force was repelling him, telling him that this door was taboo, off limits.
Opening it would be a bad idea.
Becoming aware of a presence, Sonny turned his head to the left. No one was there, but somehow, he knew he was being watched.
“Am I dead?” he shouted. It was the only logical conclusion, and not all that surprising. He’d known it wouldn’t be long; the writing was on the wall.
A voice that was little more than a whisper in his mind answered. “No, you aren’t dead, James. You have a choice to make.”
“My name is Sonny,” he said in irritation. “No one calls me James.”
“Not since your mother,” the voice answered.
“How do you know that?!” Sonny demanded suspiciously, his voice trembling slightly. “Who are you? Show yourself!”
“I am a lot of things, and nothing. But what you really want to know is why you’re here, and where the exit is.”
Sonny wondered if this entity… or whatever it was, could read his mind. “Okay, so tell me,” he growled, wishing he had someone or something to glare at. Patience had never been his strong suit.
“This is the door to your heart’s desire,” it explained. “All you have to do is turn the knob and open it.”
Almost before the voice had stopped speaking, Sonny was reaching out and yanking on the knob.
Nothing happened.
“I thought you said…”
“You need to have the one thing you want above all, your heart’s desire, firmly in your mind. Acknowledge it. Feel it. Accept it.”
“I don’t like games,” Sonny growled.
“If you want to leave this place, honesty is required.”
“Forget it, pal, I know all about Pandora’s box.”
“Do you think this is just curiosity rather than what you want and need? If that’s the case, the door won’t open.”
Sonny took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment in thought. What did he want (that he could have?). Peace, then. Respite from the constant pain and self-recrimination that went around and around in his head until he felt like screaming. He reached out again and gingerly tried the knob.
It didn’t move.
“I did what you asked!”
“No, James, you clearly didn’t. Only you have the key. Open the door, and it will be yours.”
“Okay, why the hell not?” Sonny murmured, deciding to go for something unrealistic and patently impossible. Maybe he was dead, and it was up to him to pick his afterlife. He imagined his life going in a totally different direction. Not being drafted or losing his family. Essentially, he wished to change the past.
The door didn’t open.
“I’m getting tired of this.”
“This is not a time travel machine, and you can’t change the decisions you have already made.”
Well, that answered the question about whether the entity could read his mind. “Now you tell me,” he groused.
“You know what you have to do,” the voice said patiently.
Sonny ran a hand through his hair and rested his forehead against the door in defeat. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“You will be locked up here until you overcome your fear and choose honestly. You know that.”
“I know that,” Sonny mocked. “And you don’t know shit.” It was petty, but he was feeling defensive. He supposed admitting that might be a start.
“You know the truth; you know what’s in your heart, James.”
“Some truths need to stay buried,” Sonny insisted, but it suddenly felt like spitting into the wind.
“You’ll never get out of this prison then,” the voice pointed out. “This is your last chance, and you know it.”
Sonny sighed. Are you sure this is a good idea? he asked himself, but he was tired, weary of everything, and he just wanted to go home.
And where was home?
With just one image in his mind, Sonny’s hand slowly slid down the smooth wood of the door to the knob once again, and he turned it.
The door opened.
MVMVMV
Sonny stood in front of another door.
This one was pastel green, inlaid with decorative smoky glass panes, and the knob was cut glass. It was the middle of the night, but after waking up in a cold sweat, he’d lain awake as the time ticked away on the clock, thinking, forcing himself into brutal honesty, before finally pulling on his clothes and driving here. It was a compulsion, an urgency he couldn’t ignore as much as he might want to. Sometimes forbidden was just a product of fear.
That’s the thing about your heart’s desire. You have to have the courage to reach out for it.
Sonny wasn’t surprised when the door opened before he’d even gotten up the courage to ring the bell. Ricardo Tubbs stood on the threshold, looking at him.
“Rico, we gotta talk.”
Title: Heart's Desire
Fandom: Miami Vice
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 887
Summary: Sometimes we lock our own doors, and we’re the only ones who hold the keys.
Sonny Crockett found himself standing in front of a white door, with no idea how he’d gotten there or where he ‘there’ was. A glance to his right showed what seemed like an endless white hallway, so bright he could barely see the vague shape of it.
Sonny’s eyes were drawn to the door again. Was he meant to open it? The very thought made him back up a few steps. It was as if a magnetic force was repelling him, telling him that this door was taboo, off limits.
Opening it would be a bad idea.
Becoming aware of a presence, Sonny turned his head to the left. No one was there, but somehow, he knew he was being watched.
“Am I dead?” he shouted. It was the only logical conclusion, and not all that surprising. He’d known it wouldn’t be long; the writing was on the wall.
A voice that was little more than a whisper in his mind answered. “No, you aren’t dead, James. You have a choice to make.”
“My name is Sonny,” he said in irritation. “No one calls me James.”
“Not since your mother,” the voice answered.
“How do you know that?!” Sonny demanded suspiciously, his voice trembling slightly. “Who are you? Show yourself!”
“I am a lot of things, and nothing. But what you really want to know is why you’re here, and where the exit is.”
Sonny wondered if this entity… or whatever it was, could read his mind. “Okay, so tell me,” he growled, wishing he had someone or something to glare at. Patience had never been his strong suit.
“This is the door to your heart’s desire,” it explained. “All you have to do is turn the knob and open it.”
Almost before the voice had stopped speaking, Sonny was reaching out and yanking on the knob.
Nothing happened.
“I thought you said…”
“You need to have the one thing you want above all, your heart’s desire, firmly in your mind. Acknowledge it. Feel it. Accept it.”
“I don’t like games,” Sonny growled.
“If you want to leave this place, honesty is required.”
“Forget it, pal, I know all about Pandora’s box.”
“Do you think this is just curiosity rather than what you want and need? If that’s the case, the door won’t open.”
Sonny took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment in thought. What did he want (that he could have?). Peace, then. Respite from the constant pain and self-recrimination that went around and around in his head until he felt like screaming. He reached out again and gingerly tried the knob.
It didn’t move.
“I did what you asked!”
“No, James, you clearly didn’t. Only you have the key. Open the door, and it will be yours.”
“Okay, why the hell not?” Sonny murmured, deciding to go for something unrealistic and patently impossible. Maybe he was dead, and it was up to him to pick his afterlife. He imagined his life going in a totally different direction. Not being drafted or losing his family. Essentially, he wished to change the past.
The door didn’t open.
“I’m getting tired of this.”
“This is not a time travel machine, and you can’t change the decisions you have already made.”
Well, that answered the question about whether the entity could read his mind. “Now you tell me,” he groused.
“You know what you have to do,” the voice said patiently.
Sonny ran a hand through his hair and rested his forehead against the door in defeat. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“You will be locked up here until you overcome your fear and choose honestly. You know that.”
“I know that,” Sonny mocked. “And you don’t know shit.” It was petty, but he was feeling defensive. He supposed admitting that might be a start.
“You know the truth; you know what’s in your heart, James.”
“Some truths need to stay buried,” Sonny insisted, but it suddenly felt like spitting into the wind.
“You’ll never get out of this prison then,” the voice pointed out. “This is your last chance, and you know it.”
Sonny sighed. Are you sure this is a good idea? he asked himself, but he was tired, weary of everything, and he just wanted to go home.
And where was home?
With just one image in his mind, Sonny’s hand slowly slid down the smooth wood of the door to the knob once again, and he turned it.
The door opened.
MVMVMV
Sonny stood in front of another door.
This one was pastel green, inlaid with decorative smoky glass panes, and the knob was cut glass. It was the middle of the night, but after waking up in a cold sweat, he’d lain awake as the time ticked away on the clock, thinking, forcing himself into brutal honesty, before finally pulling on his clothes and driving here. It was a compulsion, an urgency he couldn’t ignore as much as he might want to. Sometimes forbidden was just a product of fear.
That’s the thing about your heart’s desire. You have to have the courage to reach out for it.
Sonny wasn’t surprised when the door opened before he’d even gotten up the courage to ring the bell. Ricardo Tubbs stood on the threshold, looking at him.
“Rico, we gotta talk.”