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Backstory
Backstory, schmackstory. Long backstory to this backstory, but somehow ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
josephides talked me into doing a small piece. As punishment, she betaed for about an hour straight over AIM (mwah!) and even ended up adding a line when something wasn't working (*smooch*).
Here be a backstory...drabble. Heh. 100 words! That's all you get, nanda! Pththththt.
Uh, PG? No spoilers because it's a backstory!
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It was spring when Jack died.
A small coffin lowered down, funeral rites to a deity he no longer believed in. Hushed murmurs and pats on the arm. But they weren't really there. No one was.
It was summer when the look in Sara's eyes changed from shock to accusation -- he died a second time. Slow and dull, this death. Or maybe it was something like drowning, only he didn't try to gasp for air.
This time it hurt less.
It was fall when two uniformed men barged in, promising no return.
The third time would hurt least of all.
josephides talked me into doing a small piece. As punishment, she betaed for about an hour straight over AIM (mwah!) and even ended up adding a line when something wasn't working (*smooch*).Here be a backstory...drabble. Heh. 100 words! That's all you get, nanda! Pththththt.
Uh, PG? No spoilers because it's a backstory!
*
It was spring when Jack died.
A small coffin lowered down, funeral rites to a deity he no longer believed in. Hushed murmurs and pats on the arm. But they weren't really there. No one was.
It was summer when the look in Sara's eyes changed from shock to accusation -- he died a second time. Slow and dull, this death. Or maybe it was something like drowning, only he didn't try to gasp for air.
This time it hurt less.
It was fall when two uniformed men barged in, promising no return.
The third time would hurt least of all.