Author: Pamala Characters: Jessie Category: Drabble Rating: G Disclaimer: I know they're not mine. I'm old and tired so, PTB, please don't slap me around for playing with your toys.
Summary: While Jessie always knew falling down the rabbit hole was a possibility he never imagine it would happen quite this way.
Authors notes: FIRST Breaking Bad fic! Of course, after writing 100's for a handful of shows over the years, this surely will not be my last. Because anyone who reads this will not likely know me let me explain for good or bad, more bad than the good, this whole first person POV thingie I got going here is just how I do things. My style, if you will. Some like it, some hate it and some folks simply grow accustomed to it over time. Its me and I take no offense if its not to your liking.
Falling down the rabbit hole?
Falling, my ass!
I've been sitting on the edge of the damn thing throwing rocks into the abyss for years.
I've dipped a toe...
... dangled both feet over the lip.
I've danced around the rim, leaped the length and pondered a head first nose dive into the depth numerous times managing all the while to never actually fall.
I've tempted fate plenty but in the end there's no need for falling when there's someone, willingly diving into the hole, eager to pull you down with them.
A twist of fate... ... a change meeting.
A glimpse of a respected face in an unexpected place and suddenly I'm falling ...
... falling faster and faster with each passing day.
Of all the people I though would be my downfall he's the last person I ...
Sometimes I look at Mr. White and wonder if, even if it's not how it should be, perhaps it's on me to grab hold of him and drag us both back up to safety before we slip past the point of no return.