One Year Later
A collection of drabbles (100 words each, not including header & titles) in honor of the 1yr anniversary of Speed's death.
Spoiler: all of season 3
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by creators, producers, etc., not me. I'm just borrowing them.
Lost
"It's the next step in the healing process.'"
The words of his therapist ring in Eric's ears as he silently makes his way across the unfamiliar terrain. He's only been here once, on a day nothing made sense, yet he knows exactly where he needs to go.
He stops abruptly, looks quickly and walks away.
He's not sure what he was hoping to find, but he knows it's not here, not where his friend lies buried under a marble headstone with an engraved cross. This isn't Speed. And only Speed would understand why Eric can't be here.
He isn't ready.
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Unfeeling
Calleigh works every day to banish Tim from her thoughts. It hasn't been very difficult, she's mastered the art of shutting down her feelings. A skill born in youth has served her well.
She will not break down.
Too many conflicting emotions lay just beneath the surface to risk letting them escape and wreak havoc with the carefully constructed facade she lives behind.
She has gotten this far, gone this long and she thinks she can now put it all behind her, but one thought persists and it is enough to destroy her already weakening resolve.
She never said 'goodbye.'
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Timmy
He is never far from her thoughts. No one will ever take his place in her heart.
Timmy's not one that can be replaced and that's a lesson they've all spent the past year learning, over and over.
Alexx struggles daily to forget that terrible day and her part in it. She tries substituting those painful remembrances with happier memories, the ones that come with a smile, not tears.
He allowed her access the parts of himself that he kept off limits to most everyone else. She, in turn, filled an empty spot in his life.
She was his 'mom.'
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Remember, Regret, Remorse
There wasn't time after all. He remembers his friend's words, usually late at night when he closes his eyes and sees another pair of eyes staring back at him. Brown eyes filled with confusion, from the moment he looked at his gun, until he spoke his last words and sputtered his last breath.
There was never plenty of time. It was over much too quickly.
He'll always wonder what he could have done to alter the chain of the events that changed their lives in so many different ways.
For Horatio didn't lose one that day, he lost them all.