Mosaic
"Mosaic is the art of decoration with small pieces of colored glass, stone
or other material. It may be a technique of decorative art, an aspect of
interior decoration or of cultural and spiritual significance....... used to
create a pattern or picture."
Walter Skinner, retired Assistant Director of the FBI, walked throughout the
ranch house he shared with ex-spy/assassin, Alex Krycek. He was all alone in the
house. Out in the middle of "Nowheresville," Montana. The big man paced; his
lover had left him...and several days before their fifth anniversary, of sorts.
Over the years, the former enemies, who always had respect for each other had
learned to live together and learned to love each other. They never openly
declared their love in a commitment ceremony nor did they wear jeweled trappings
binding themselves to each other. And yet their devotion to each other was
unwavering. They lived peacefully on a ranch, on the outskirts of town, near a
mountain range in Montana. Their companions were a couple of horses, a few cows,
a dozen or so of plump unruly hens and a vixen. A young female fox had adopted
the two men after the younger rescued her from a forest fire. Somehow they fit
the pieces of their lives together.
Walter had gotten up one morning to find a note stuck to the bathroom mirror.
Two words were the only message, "Going hunting." Taking advantage of the
imposed seclusion, Walter continued to work on his gift for his lover and friend
that he had begun months before.
Deciding what to give a man whose net worth possibly rivaled Bill Gates was
nearly impossible. So Walter researched the symbolic representations of a ‘fifth
anniversary.’ He learned that wood represented strength, the long-lasting bind.
Sapphire was the gemstone and the daisy represented purity, a loyal love. Walter
shrugged as he sat at his desk, reading the words on his computer.
"Sounds like a whole load of sentimental claptrap," Walter muttered. Then he
chuckled. "I’m just a sentimental old fool," he said as he shook his head then
went out to his workshop.
Besides having a talent for woodworking, building ornate hutches, tables and
desks, Walter dabbled in mosaic. He found the time consuming piecing together of
bits of ceramic tile and glass soothing rather than arduous, Walter indulged
himself. It was like solving a puzzle, deciphering and fitting together the
small pieces of color to make an overall pattern to create a picture. After all,
Walter was good at solving puzzles. It's what made him a good lawyer, a good
agent and a great assistant director.
"But I don’t think I’ll ever solve the ‘Alex’ puzzle," Walter mumbled to
himself.
Walter had a general idea of what to create for Alex. Set out in a wooden frame
that Walter had carved, Walter had the basis of a ‘painting.’ His medium was
glass, tile and five oval cut sapphires. One to signify each year they lived
together. The main subject of the still life would be a vase holding a bunch of
daisies. The sapphires would be ‘scattered’ in the foreground. But Walter had
some misgivings.
First, the sapphires. As beautiful and opulent as the deep blue color of the
traditional gemstone was, it held little meaning for Walter. The blue was too
cold, almost black, an oily black that Alex would not like and possibly might
hate. No, Walter would not use blue. Upon further research, Walter had found
that sapphires came in a variety of color ranging from diamond white, through
shades of pink, purple, orange and green. Green, the color of his lover’s eyes.
Finding a reputable trader of gems, Walter had ordered five deep green sapphires
to adorn the bottom of his picture.
Walter’s other concern was with the flower. As lovely as a daisy was, it seemed
too pure, too white, too innocent. Alex, as loving and loyal as the man had
become, could still slit your throat then vanish before the body ever hit the
ground. No, daises didn’t quite say Alex Krycek to Walter. Walter had briefly
considered roses; both he and Alex were prickly enough. But roses reminded
Walter of the blood that had been shed over the years.
So for now, the picture lay unfinished. The earthenware vase with its muted
pastel tones sat empty, awaiting its flowers. The gemstones firmly grouted into
place but lonely without the bouquet.
And Walter, alone, still paced like an agitated ole Bear, worrying for his
wayward Rat, the hunter, and aggrieved for the hunted.
On the morning of Walter and Alex’s fifth anniversary, Walter awoke to the
tempting aroma of homemade biscuits fresh from the oven. The sounds of thick
bacon sizzling away in a pan on the stove. Strong Russian coffee perking. And
the happy sounds of Alex Krycek scrambling eggs for fluffy omelets, humming a
soft Russian love song.
Walter quickly got out of bed, washed up then threw on some clothes to greet his
lover. As he came down the stairs, Walter was immediately overwhelmed by the
site of dozens of very large, and very colorful flowers. One large bunch was
sitting in the middle of the dining table in the earthenware pot Walter had used
as his model for his mosaic. Several other bouquets were in various vases
situated throughout the living room, on the mantel and credenza. Several more
were in pots. Not only had Alex brought home bouquets of the magnificent flowers
but whole potted plants as well.
Noting that Alex looked well, his eyes smiling, sparkling emerald or sapphire
green and no sign of the assassin, Walter gave Alex a kiss to the side of his
face then sat at the table. Alex, still humming, began the onslaught of all
Walter’s favorite breakfast dishes. They ate together in contented silence.
With the plates all washed, dried and neatly stowed, the lovers refilled their
coffee mugs then took them into the living room and sat on the sofa. With the
fingers of their free hands entwined, the lovers sat with their shoulders
touching, slowly sipping and savoring their coffee.
Walter admired the flowers in front of him. He set this mug down on a mosaic
coaster and touched a petal. The colors of the flowers were so vibrant and
radiant. The simple daisy he had thought to capture in his mosaic, paled by
comparison.
Walter frowned. Fearing he was going to ruin the mood, Walter still a federal
officer of the law, had to ask, "Alex, who did you hunt?"
Non-plussed, Alex replied honestly, "Not who, what."
"What? I don’t understand. Your note said you were going hunting."
"And I did. I hunted for these." Alex indicated the flowers in front of them and
all the bouquets and pots throughout the room.
"You hunted for flowers? You couldn’t go to the local florist?"
"Walter, I went to the local florist, which, if you didn’t know is fifty miles
away. They didn’t have what I was looking for."
"What were you looking for?"
"Daisies."
"Daisies." Walter shook his head as he recalled his conversation with himself
not that long ago. "Alex, I do not see one daisy."
"No, you don’t. You see hundreds of Gerbera Daisies and I had to go to
California for them."
"You went to California?! For a daisy?"
"Not just a daisy, a Gerbera..."
"Gerbera..." Both Alex and Walter repeated together as one.
"They are beautiful, Alex, but I still don’t understand."
Alex set his coffee mug down on its own coaster then took Walter’s hands into
his. "The flower for a fifth anniversary is the daisy, but the daisy in the
traditional sense didn’t seem to fit us. It lacks color, and you, Walter
Skinner, have brought color into my world. Not the red of all the blood I spilt
and the black of the creature that invaded my body so long ago. You brought the
colors of hope, peace and love. These bold daisies said it all. Unfortunately
they said it from San Francisco. So there I went, and here I am, with every
damned color these fucking daisies come in. I didn’t mean to worry you."
Walter studied the sparkling eyes of his lover and marveled at how he and Alex
fit together, nearly coming to the same conclusions, albeit in very different
ways. Just like the different textures in Walter’s mosaics.
"Do you like them?" the younger man asked softly.
"I love them and I love you for going to so much trouble. I have never seen
anything quite like them before. That bunch on the table has inspired me to
finish my gift for you."
"Walter, there’s no need...."
"I know, however I’m going to anyway, but later."
"Later?" Alex smiled mischievously.
"Much later. Right now you and I deserve a little quality time together in our
bed."
"I’d like that," Alex said with a kiss to Walter’s lips. "I like how we fit
together," Alex said casually as he stood then picked up one of the vases of
daisies to bring them up to their room. "Like one of your mosaics, Walter."
Walter smiled. His Rat was home, back in his den, bringing Walter all the color
he could ever want or need. The Bear growled with contentment as he followed his
Rat with the daisies to their room.
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