Title: Three empties
Author: SRu
Summary: Three men, three women, three emotional pieces. Please review
Rating: PG
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel. This is just for fun.
Spoilers: Well, "The Berrisford Agenda" went almost like this.
Megan, thanks for beta-reading!
Part 1: Scotch.
I can't believe it.
This morning, she smiled and kissed me goodbye. I come home to find a police car in my driveway. "I'm sorry, Colonel Lydecker." Sorry, my ass. Someone's going to be sorry when I find out who. The only question would be "Ice pick first? Or matches?"
You would think that the scotch would be helping by now. I can't remember if this was a full bottle when I started.
I talked to her mom. She cried into the phone. They are all flying down here for the funeral. I'm going to have to explain to them how I couldn't take care of their little girl. It's going to suck.
I'm going to need to be sober.
All you have to do is put the bottle away, now. Over there, with the rest of them in the liquor cabinet. Do it, soldier!
Where did she get the cabinet, anyway? Grandfather, or something. There he is in the big family picture someone took at our wedding. All her brothers, sisters, and the three aunts.
There we are at the senior prom. That one was a vacation in Wyoming. The big one is just the two of us at our wedding. Her big white gown, and my dress uniform. She likes pictures.
*Liked* pictures. Get the tense right.
The pictures are all getting blurry. What's wrong?
You're drunk, Lydecker. You're a sorry excuse for a soldier.
Why did we put the coffee table exactly there? I never liked this carpet. At least the walls aren't rocking anymore.
Where did all that scotch go?
Author: SRu
Summary: Three men, three women, three emotional pieces. Please review
Rating: PG
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel. This is just for fun.
Spoilers: Well, "The Berrisford Agenda" went almost like this.
Megan, thanks for beta-reading!
Part 1: Scotch.
I can't believe it.
This morning, she smiled and kissed me goodbye. I come home to find a police car in my driveway. "I'm sorry, Colonel Lydecker." Sorry, my ass. Someone's going to be sorry when I find out who. The only question would be "Ice pick first? Or matches?"
You would think that the scotch would be helping by now. I can't remember if this was a full bottle when I started.
I talked to her mom. She cried into the phone. They are all flying down here for the funeral. I'm going to have to explain to them how I couldn't take care of their little girl. It's going to suck.
I'm going to need to be sober.
All you have to do is put the bottle away, now. Over there, with the rest of them in the liquor cabinet. Do it, soldier!
Where did she get the cabinet, anyway? Grandfather, or something. There he is in the big family picture someone took at our wedding. All her brothers, sisters, and the three aunts.
There we are at the senior prom. That one was a vacation in Wyoming. The big one is just the two of us at our wedding. Her big white gown, and my dress uniform. She likes pictures.
*Liked* pictures. Get the tense right.
The pictures are all getting blurry. What's wrong?
You're drunk, Lydecker. You're a sorry excuse for a soldier.
Why did we put the coffee table exactly there? I never liked this carpet. At least the walls aren't rocking anymore.
Where did all that scotch go?