My contribution for the Kevin appreciation week. I wrote this a few months ago but I'm uploading here because... because I'm forget about xDU I put a lot effort in this drabble collection so I hope you'll enjoy them^^ Any review or comment would be very appreciated. Thank you for reading!

A very special thanks to IHeartGirlyGuys (Jenn) for being a so fast and kind beta!

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Day 1: Pre/Post-Strex Kevin

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Kevin does't remember his past very well. Usually he doesn't think about it: he is a very productive employee and because of this he thinks about the present. StrexCorp will think about the future. And the past doesn't matter as you cannot do anything more with it for be more productive.

But sometimes Kevin thinks about his past. He thinks about the photo in his desk and doesn't remember when it had been taken.

In the photo he wasn't tall or short, not thin or fat. His hair and nose are like the same. He was smiling but it wasn't a very big or splendid smile. That smile makes him shiver without reason. The Kevin in the picture was holding a microphone and looked proud. Maybe his first day of work? Kevin thought maybe he should seem younger if that was the case, but he couldn't even remember that day. Not his first day of work nor the day of the photo.

Most of the time Kevin avoided looking at the photo. It was easier.

But sometimes he thought about the past even if he shouldn't.

He didn't remember his family or his childhood, ot did he remember being an intern at the radio station.

During these times something inside his entrails is stirs, uncomfortable, like something flickering in the corner of his eye, or a thought which slipped, eluding him like water through the hands. Such a disagreeable feeling! Certainly unpleasant.

"Kevin!"

Kevin raised his head, suddenly dropped again into the real, physical and productive world. Vanessa was looking at him, waiting for him to react.

"Oh! Yes. What's up, Vanessa?"

"You are on air in two minutes."

"Now? You mean right now? Oh, Smiling God, thank you, Vanessa. Of course I'm ready" he gave his better smile. As bright as the sun. He picked up his papers from the bloody desk. The papers were stained in red, the words darked, but he didn't really need them. He never needed a script. He didn't remember his past but he already knew it, proud of his work from heart.

"Are you well?"

"Of course, Vanessa!" Kevin laughed affably. "C'mon, go and tell Intern Isaac that we are ready here."

He continued smiling, as always -smiling was so easy! So wonderful. It makes everything being right and makes he being perfect-, the concern in Vanessa's face began to be fade, and she nodded.

"Okay."

She left the booth and Kevin's eyes searched for Isaac look, out of the booth, near to the control console. He waved, still smiling, and Isaac -he was a very nice intern actually, a good worker- smiled back to him, thumbs up.

Only a minute later the red light switched on. The familiar, restorative music started, and with no hesitation and Kevin bendt towards the microphone.

"Today is the day. As yesterday was the day. And tomorrow will b e the day. Welcome to Desert Bluffs" he almost sang to the microphone.

He never once looked at the photo on his desk. He should remove it from there but he hadn't done it yet, keptforgetting it. Questions about the past are a good-for-nothing task, only the present matters, the land of now and work.