It's been a good two years since I saw Mactavish and Price. Since then, I've slipped into the regular life of a civi. So far, so good…I guess. Right now I find myself in my childhood bedroom, visiting my parents for the summer. I touch one of the dressers in my room, having not seen these in a good four years. My room has changed little; the blue walls still shine brightly as the summer sun pours in through the open window. My bed remains unruffled; the flower sheets sit dully made. I sigh as I take a seat on my bed. My eyes stare down at my clasped hands, my thoughts clouding up my mind. I shake it clear and my eyes fall upon the four pictures hanging above my bed. One is of my group of friends, goofing around as usual, one is that of my two Australian companions, Steve and Elle Oh how she's grown!, the other two are of my boys from the task force. One is that of the whole group while the other consists of Price, Mactavish and I. I let out a heavy sigh, what memories we made…I fall onto my back and stare up at the ceiling, the soft summer breeze blows in through the window. This is now what a normal day for me is like: sitting around doing nothing. Sometimes I hang with friends but they have jobs to do. I no longer need to work, since my book's sales went so well and can float me till I'm old and grey.
"Yep…just another day in paradise." I mutter dryly under my breath. My eyes once again go to the photos above my bed. A quote from The Hurt Locker comes to me, hitting me abruptly: War is a drug.
That's when I remember what Price had told me the last time I saw him. "Life's going to be hard getting use to after all the action you've seen…" I can't help but agree with him. Life seems so…dull now. I rest the back of my head on my arms, once again getting lost in my thoughts.
Kat, my black kitten stumbles in and looks up at me. I smile and pet her behind the ear, "Kat, you're so young. You think by the way you embrace everyone and everything, you love it all. But as you get older, that cat nip mouse you love so much, you won't love it anymore. See, as you get older, the amount of things you love decreases till only the important stuff matters. Like family, like you…like friends. I love them all but mostly, I love what I do." I admit, feeling myself quoting the hurt locker. Kat stares up at me, her green eyes starring into my blue eyes as if to tell me to go do what I love. I sit up and take out my cell, dialing a familiar number. When he answers, a smile crosses my lips, as I start out with, "Hey Mactavish…the spot on the team still good?"
So I find myself, drawing a circle instead of trying to untangle the former fine line.
The End
A/N: Well, I really hope you all enjoyed A fine line and this ending. Please rate and review.