(Disclaimer: Not mine. It all belongs to the good folks at NBC.)

(Note: Before someone asks me - I am not trying to spam ff net It might seem like I am - but I just have a backlog of fics that were never posted to this account.)

Death's a strange, strange thing.

It's been personified, given a "face" for thousands of years.

And it acts at the strangest - or worst of times.

I've never believed in fate, bad luck, or any of it. I brushed it all off as ridiculous. If I wasn't so stubborn I might find myself believing that "fate" is playing games with me, right now. Either that or death is laughing at me.