My series is coming, I swear. I'm just adding the finishing touches to the first chapter now. My writing's been really bad at the moment and I want to make sure that this new story is perfect so I apologize about it taking so long.

Anywho, this is just a short little ficlet that popped into my head and threatened to poke me if I didn't get it down on paper. It's based around Clive Owen's character, Larry, in Closer and is basically about his need for the truth. I was watching the film again the other day (7th time) and I noticed he never lied. He was always truthful, throughout the whole film... except when he told Alice his name was Dan but we can forgive that, it was to uncover her lie etc... Anyway here it is...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Closer... except a DVD and a huge 6ft stand up.

Closer

Veritas

Honesty. It was all he'd ever wanted. All he'd ever asked for. Why was that so hard to grasp? He didn't believe in lies, white or otherwise. If people couldn't handle his straightforward attitude, it was thier problem not his. He'd never lied and he didn't intend to start now. As he headed down the stairs to his wife, he prepared to tell her the truth once more, no matter what the consquences...

"I slept with someone in New York. A whore. I'm sorry."

"Why did you tell me?" She asks.

"I couldn't lie to you."

It seemed his wife didn't share his passion for the truth. She'd been lying to him for a whole year. A year of cleverly planned deceit. He couldn't believe he hadn't spotted it. A whole year. His mind reels at the thought. How could she have kept it up? Women, he thought, must be born to lie. The pink wigged angel in front of him seemed to be further proof of that. Using a stage name even though they both knew who she was, the ex of the man he'd lost his wife to.

"Alice, tell me something true."

She smirks, "Lying's the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off... but it's better if you do."

He'd forgiven her. She was right for him. They were as bad as each other. Him and his estranged wife. She'd lied to him but God help him, he loved her and there was no way in hell he was going to let that bratty, mummy's boy currently crying all over his new office have her. However no matter how much he depised the kid, he couldn't lie to him either. As the boy began to leave his office, he dropped a bombshell on him...

"I lied to you. I did fuck Alice. I'm sorry. I guess I'm just not big enough to forgive you... buster."

And so his life has come to this. The man who couldn't lie is living a lie. His wife is unhappy, still in love with someone else. He keeps telling himself that things will change, that one day she'll begin looking at him when they make love, instead of closing her eyes and thinking of the other man. Deep down though, he knows it's not true. The truth was all he'd ever wanted. All he'd ever asked for but now he knows he'll never hear it again.

Right, first apologies for the length. I was tired, this was running through my head and I couldn't get to sleep until I got it out so that's why it's short. Also apologies about the quality. It's not great, my fanfiction's been really bad recently, I'm just trying to write something to get me started again, you know? Anyway, R&R.