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waltzmatildahTitle: Tired of feeling nothing
Characters: Alex and Reed.
Prompt: #17 – Loss, from the angst table at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
drabble123 .
Rating: R for implied violence.
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: Season Six Finale.
Summary: This is just a little something I like to call 'Post Finale Fic Number One of Four Hundred and Seventy Eight'.
They tell him stories.
The endless, winding stream of well meaning visitors who come with too many words in their heads and not enough people left standing to say them all to.
Stories of gun shots and screaming. Stories of more blood than you'd ever need to imagine.
Some of it was his blood. They tell him that story, too.
They all whisper her name. Like it's no longer proper to speak it with a regular cadence.
Reed.
They do not need to tell him her story.
Her story he remembers with a clarity that numbs his fingertips.
Characters: Alex and Reed.
Prompt: #17 – Loss, from the angst table at
drabble123 .Rating: R for implied violence.
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: Season Six Finale.
Summary: This is just a little something I like to call 'Post Finale Fic Number One of Four Hundred and Seventy Eight'.
They tell him stories.
The endless, winding stream of well meaning visitors who come with too many words in their heads and not enough people left standing to say them all to.
Stories of gun shots and screaming. Stories of more blood than you'd ever need to imagine.
Some of it was his blood. They tell him that story, too.
They all whisper her name. Like it's no longer proper to speak it with a regular cadence.
Reed.
They do not need to tell him her story.
Her story he remembers with a clarity that numbs his fingertips.
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