Perspective
By: Olivia
"I know death hath ten thousand several doors for men to take their exits."-John Webster
"That's the thing about life...or maybe I mean about death...okay how about dying relatively young. That the thing about dying relatively young it's...okay I know I have absolutely no idea what I am trying to say," says the man.
"Let me begin again. One day there I am in a nice, respectable D.C. bar called the Headless Woman Bar full of professionals catching that last drink before hopping on the Metro to get home. So there I am with some buddies of mine from the FBI and I'm a little tipsy."
"A little tipsy?" a female voice scoffs.
"Anyway," continues the man, "I see this woman from work that I know and let me tell you I had the biggest crush on her."
"You still do and I don't want to hear this story again!" says the woman.
The man ignores the woman and continues his story. "Turns out that it was her birthday and I had just found out from my friends. So there she was and I didn't have a gift for her, so I offered to buy her a drink. She was playing a little hard to get by telling me she was with someone. I followed her gaze and saw that she was not with her partner, but was with some two-bit military guy whom I knew I was better than any day of the week. Now office rumor mill said that there was something more going on between my hottie and her partner. I knew they were close, but not that kind of close. This only proved my point. Now where was I?"
"You're a nice guy," says the woman in a voice lacking all emotion.
"That's right! I'm a nice guy so I offered to buy the man a drink too, which she accepted. So I buy the drinks and am winding through the people, it was rather crowded that night, to the table where they were sitting. Suddenly, a psycho pulled his gun out! Now as my beautiful and smart colleague was pulling out her own weapon, the psycho fired. I knew she wouldn't be able to get a shot off before his struck her so, headless of my own safety and well-being, I hurled myself in front of her and bullet hit me straight in the chest," the man concludes smacking his chest for emphasis.
But he isn't finished telling the story just yet.
"She, being a doctor as well as an FBI agent, frantically tried to save me, which, of course, failed as you can see. She tried to put up a brave front telling me to hold on and that I still owed her a birthday drink. I guess that some things were never meant to be," he sighs.
Finally the woman cannot stand it anymore. She goes up to the storyteller and lightly smacks him upside the head and says, "Pendrell, you know my sister only has eyes for one man and it's not you."
"Can't a man have his dreams, Missy," Pendrell says with a smile.
Pendrell turns to face the new guy to whom he has been relating his death. "So how did you wind up here?"
The man looks him and says deadpan, "My Father shot me."
Pendrell is at a loss for words.
Before he can get out a heartfelt apology, an older woman approaches smiling. She embraces the man whose father shot him. "Come on, Jeffery, let's go meet some of the others."
"Mom," Spender says smiling. "I'm so glad you're here."
They walk off together leaving Sean Pendrell and Melissa Scully alone together.
Missy breaks the silence; "Hey Pendrell I think I see most of the Syndicate headed this way. I'm sure they'd love to hear the story of your death."
"Very funny, Missy. Very funny."
By: Olivia
"I know death hath ten thousand several doors for men to take their exits."-John Webster
"That's the thing about life...or maybe I mean about death...okay how about dying relatively young. That the thing about dying relatively young it's...okay I know I have absolutely no idea what I am trying to say," says the man.
"Let me begin again. One day there I am in a nice, respectable D.C. bar called the Headless Woman Bar full of professionals catching that last drink before hopping on the Metro to get home. So there I am with some buddies of mine from the FBI and I'm a little tipsy."
"A little tipsy?" a female voice scoffs.
"Anyway," continues the man, "I see this woman from work that I know and let me tell you I had the biggest crush on her."
"You still do and I don't want to hear this story again!" says the woman.
The man ignores the woman and continues his story. "Turns out that it was her birthday and I had just found out from my friends. So there she was and I didn't have a gift for her, so I offered to buy her a drink. She was playing a little hard to get by telling me she was with someone. I followed her gaze and saw that she was not with her partner, but was with some two-bit military guy whom I knew I was better than any day of the week. Now office rumor mill said that there was something more going on between my hottie and her partner. I knew they were close, but not that kind of close. This only proved my point. Now where was I?"
"You're a nice guy," says the woman in a voice lacking all emotion.
"That's right! I'm a nice guy so I offered to buy the man a drink too, which she accepted. So I buy the drinks and am winding through the people, it was rather crowded that night, to the table where they were sitting. Suddenly, a psycho pulled his gun out! Now as my beautiful and smart colleague was pulling out her own weapon, the psycho fired. I knew she wouldn't be able to get a shot off before his struck her so, headless of my own safety and well-being, I hurled myself in front of her and bullet hit me straight in the chest," the man concludes smacking his chest for emphasis.
But he isn't finished telling the story just yet.
"She, being a doctor as well as an FBI agent, frantically tried to save me, which, of course, failed as you can see. She tried to put up a brave front telling me to hold on and that I still owed her a birthday drink. I guess that some things were never meant to be," he sighs.
Finally the woman cannot stand it anymore. She goes up to the storyteller and lightly smacks him upside the head and says, "Pendrell, you know my sister only has eyes for one man and it's not you."
"Can't a man have his dreams, Missy," Pendrell says with a smile.
Pendrell turns to face the new guy to whom he has been relating his death. "So how did you wind up here?"
The man looks him and says deadpan, "My Father shot me."
Pendrell is at a loss for words.
Before he can get out a heartfelt apology, an older woman approaches smiling. She embraces the man whose father shot him. "Come on, Jeffery, let's go meet some of the others."
"Mom," Spender says smiling. "I'm so glad you're here."
They walk off together leaving Sean Pendrell and Melissa Scully alone together.
Missy breaks the silence; "Hey Pendrell I think I see most of the Syndicate headed this way. I'm sure they'd love to hear the story of your death."
"Very funny, Missy. Very funny."