Okay, I promise, guys, I was in the middle of another story (I'm not slacking), but then a few things happened today that inspired me to write this, instead. So…here ya go.

Yes, it's kind of mixed up and jumbled together. I wrote it while I was very, very angry and not thinking entirely clearly. So it was a passion piece, and I'm not concerned about the quality. Besides, it's Timmy's thought processes, and the human mind seldom (if ever) thinks things in a linear fashion.

This one goes out to Matt. He'll never read it, but…maybe someday he'll understand it, anyway.

Title: Dieu, la Monde est Injuste

Fandom: Donald Strachey Mysteries

Genre: Drama

Pairing: None

Rating: G

Summary: A short piece on Timmy's reaction after he was kicked out of seminary.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Wish I did, but what can ya do, right?

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Dieu, la Monde Est Injuste

Timmy hadn't done anything wrong.

Until the day he died, he would stand by that. He worked hard, he gave everything he had to people who needed it, he thought of others before himself, he served his God first and foremost…he did everything right.

But Timmy had fallen for a man, and apparently, that just wasn't okay.

Timmy had given it a lot of thought, and he just didn't understand religion. He understood faith—Timothy Callahan was nothing if not a man of faith—but religion? That confused him.

Religion was something built on lies. It was built on tearing people down, when it should have been raising them up.

Timmy had faith. He didn't have religion.

And he realized the difference now.

So he'd told one of the men in seminary that he was gay, and now he was packing his bags.

It wasn't right. It wasn't fair.

But it was real.

And that was so, so much worse.

The way Timmy saw it, he was in a no-win situation. If he took what he wanted, he would (at the very least) be forever shunned and scorned by the people he's come to respect. But if he didn't take what he wanted…

Lying is a sin, too, isn't it? And isn't a lie a lie no matter what, even if it's just lying to yourself?

He was probably attempting the impossible. He was trying to put logic into a world of faith. But…the fact was, love wasn't any more logical than faith was, and Timmy needed them both if he expected to keep breathing and smiling and thinking coherent thoughts.

Timmy knew he was irrational.

And more importantly, he knew he was right.

Every night, he saw the same face in his dreams—a face that belonged to a small man with an enormous presence. A face with bright, snapping eyes, a confident expression and a lopsided look about his mouth when he laughed. He hadn't yet met the man to whom that face belonged, but there was no doubt in his mind that he would, and when they finally found each other…

It would be right. It would be real.

There was no "questioning." There was no wondering what he really wanted. There was no confusion about how he felt.

There was only conviction.

There was only faith.