Authors Note: Four 100 word drabbles. I know it's short, but I couldn't think on any more. They are completely Bobby/Darcy, because I loved them together, and went into a state of depression after "Troy Story". These take place right after "Troy Story", so there are spoilers for that episode. They affect nothing. Enjoy, even if you aren't a fan of the pairing. I know it's not a popular one.

Disclaimer: If they were mine, the show would have ended a lot differently.

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Perfect

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Los Angeles is warm. Warmer than DC in March, but it isn't hot. About 71º, and sunny. It seems perfect. Everything seems perfect. Her new job, her new apartment, her new neighbors- but it isn't perfect. It isn't perfect, because Bobby wasn't here. She needed him to be here for it to be perfect. He was going to come. He could have come and they could have had a perfect life; they could live happily ever after in their perfect apartment with their perfect neighbors, and the perfect Los Angeles weather. But Bobby wasn't here.

It will never be perfect.

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Regrets

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Bobby has a lot of regrets, but none ran quite so deep as the regret he felt watching her walk through the airport door. He had been an idiot in not instantly saying, "Yes, I'll go," and now it was coming back to bite him.

He regretted not running after her, he regretted not getting a ticket on the next flight and surprising her in LA, he regretted not taking her in his arms and never letting go. But in the real world, he has no time to regret what could have been.

He's too busy regretting what really is.

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Date

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Jake Patterson had asked her out on a date the other day, and like the idiot that she was, she accepted. All night she has sat at the table, listening to him drone on about his dogs, his job, and whatever else popped into his mind.

"Darcy?" He had noted her silence. "Are you all right?"

She takes a drink of wine so that she doesn't have to talk, crimson liquid pouring down her throat like blood. No! The voice in her head screams. I'm not all right! I'm a mess! I'm falling apart!

But she just nods. "I'm fine."

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Stars

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After he had taken Darcy to Christmas Eve mass that one year, she had stopped on her way back to her apartment, looked up and just stared at the stars. After a few seconds, just as he was about to say something, she started to talk.

"It amazes me that even though everyone in the world has different lives, different problems… we're all just looking at the same stars."

And tonight, as he sits in his empty apartment, staring out the window, with Darcy across the country, he feels a small comfort knowing that she's looking at the same stars.

Hope you enjoyed. I am a feedback addict, if you don't tell me how bad I did, I can never do better. Oh, and I apologize for giving up on "Tales from another broken home", but I feel like I'm evolving as a writer, and I really didn't like it. Besides, I had no real direction with it. Look for more drabbles and some one-shots from me. I promise.