I should be working on another fic right now but the muse for that one seems to have left me for the night. So I wrote this, if only to say I actually wrote today ;)

"I'll never understand," he muttered to himself.

Flack positioned his tall frame on the kneeler in front of him in the nearly empty church. It was early in the afternoon and the captain had sent him home for the day. But he couldn't seem to make his way home yet.

When he glanced up at the old church as he walked by, he felt his body moving under a control outside of his own and walked up the steps.

Now he was on his knees praying, praying like he hadn't done in years.

"I was scared to death today," he said softly. He knew that at three in the afternoon, there would be nobody else to interrupt him as he spoke his emotions.

After taking a deep breath he started again. "I'll never be okay with one of them going into a tough situation like that. And they were almost killed."

He crossed his arms on the back of the pew in front of him and bowed his head. "They're all my family. And I don't know what I would do if something happened to them." He sighed. "I just can't bear the thought of losing them."

"It's days like today that I'm glad I've got the friends that I have." He chuckled lightly. "They actually want to go out and celebrate a job well done. They're not the least bit worried about how close they were to not making it out on time."

"But they weren't standing outside waiting." He lifted his head back up and looked out the stained-glass window in front of him. The colors reflecting off the glass as the sun shone in was majestic as it painted the walls of the church. "They weren't waiting to know if the sun was going to stop shining in their world."

He uncrossed his arms and clasped his hands together, resting them where his arms had been. "Half a dozen of the most important people in my world went into that building today. And even after that bomb went off, they all walked out of there unharmed."

He closed his eyes and ended his prayer silently, crossing himself as he did when he began his prayer.

When he stood and began to head for the doors of the empty church again, he knew someone had been listening all along.