I hate that this is so short. Gah. I despise drabbles, but any more would have ruined it.
Don't own. Though to be honest, I'm not sure how much slashier it could be even if I did.
Perfect
"Maybe…" Sam says slowly, hand on the doorknob, his back to Callen. "Maybe we should just pretend this never happened."
Callen is silent for a moment. "Yeah," he agrees, ignoring the pain. "Yeah," he repeats.
Sam doesn't stay in the house a moment longer than necessary, he's gone in seconds.
And G hates himself when he's gone, because things are different after that. Sam isn't his best friend anymore and they don't joke like they used to, they hardly joke at all. He ruined a perfect friendship and he can't believe he managed to screw up something so perfect over something so stupid.
Yes, I am a horrible evil person, and in case you were wondering, a little piece of me did die when I wrote this.
On a lighter note, a sequel may be in the works : )
Agathon