Hence
by Michelle
Disclaimer : Don't remind me.
Rating : PG
Feedback : Please! This is my second XF fic and I really want to know what you people think. [email protected]
Archive : Only at my site, but if you want it, I'd be happy to let you archive it wherever as long as you keep my name attached and tell me where it is. http://www.geocities.com/michellestandish
Spoilers : For the person in the world that hasn't seen the finale, this contains spoilers for Existence.
Author's Note : This is a little vignette I wrote because I was tired of all the MSR I've had to read the past few days. Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, I'm sounding very unshippy at the moment. But I needed a break from all the ship, so I wrote this.
Summary : Too short for one of those.
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Marita Covvarubias sat the handle of her black plastic phone gently into the handle. Her curt, soft "Thank you." most likely had been missed by the bearer of the news.
She pushed back in her chair, leather and also black. Black like the room. Black like her suit. Black like . . . her life.
She stared at the door, scrutinizing the ridges of the door, the color of the stain, the little specks of rust on the brass knob. She stared without seeing, without emotion. Her gaze was as bereft of emotion as the most cold hearted killer.
Cold hearted killer . . .
The first tear slipped down her pale face, streaking the translucent powder with a singel tiny rivulet.
And then the deluge came.
Her face found her palms, she vainly tried to stiffle her sobs against them. Everything was crashing down around her. Everything was wrong.
This can not be happening.
This can not be happening.
This can not be happening.
A knock came at the door, a voice sounded, muffled, through the solid oak. "Ms. Covarrubias?"
Marita sat up suddenly, gasping for breath, gasping for composure. She grabbed a tissue from the box on her desk, quickly running the harsh paper across her features as she shouted, "It's open!"
The boy that walked in, gratefully, was too tactful to comment on her tears.
Oh, Alex.
The End
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Please tell me what you think! Pretty please!
[email protected]
by Michelle
Disclaimer : Don't remind me.
Rating : PG
Feedback : Please! This is my second XF fic and I really want to know what you people think. [email protected]
Archive : Only at my site, but if you want it, I'd be happy to let you archive it wherever as long as you keep my name attached and tell me where it is. http://www.geocities.com/michellestandish
Spoilers : For the person in the world that hasn't seen the finale, this contains spoilers for Existence.
Author's Note : This is a little vignette I wrote because I was tired of all the MSR I've had to read the past few days. Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, I'm sounding very unshippy at the moment. But I needed a break from all the ship, so I wrote this.
Summary : Too short for one of those.
***
Marita Covvarubias sat the handle of her black plastic phone gently into the handle. Her curt, soft "Thank you." most likely had been missed by the bearer of the news.
She pushed back in her chair, leather and also black. Black like the room. Black like her suit. Black like . . . her life.
She stared at the door, scrutinizing the ridges of the door, the color of the stain, the little specks of rust on the brass knob. She stared without seeing, without emotion. Her gaze was as bereft of emotion as the most cold hearted killer.
Cold hearted killer . . .
The first tear slipped down her pale face, streaking the translucent powder with a singel tiny rivulet.
And then the deluge came.
Her face found her palms, she vainly tried to stiffle her sobs against them. Everything was crashing down around her. Everything was wrong.
This can not be happening.
This can not be happening.
This can not be happening.
A knock came at the door, a voice sounded, muffled, through the solid oak. "Ms. Covarrubias?"
Marita sat up suddenly, gasping for breath, gasping for composure. She grabbed a tissue from the box on her desk, quickly running the harsh paper across her features as she shouted, "It's open!"
The boy that walked in, gratefully, was too tactful to comment on her tears.
Oh, Alex.
The End
***
Please tell me what you think! Pretty please!
[email protected]