Standard Disclaimer: Dick own's 'em, I love 'em!
A/N: Written for LJ Community 100-word Challenge: Anniversary
"It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men live in a city without walls." ~Epicurus
Without Walls
Mike spotted Jack heading towards the elevator.
"Jack!" He ran after him. "Hey Jack, about the Kessler case. I thought maybe-"
"Mike," Jack said curtly, "I'm sorry, it'll have to keep until tomorrow." Distracted he stepped into the elevator.
"What's with Jack today?" Mike asked Connie as he slumped into the chair next to her desk.
Connie smirked without taking her eyes from her computer screen. "Just that time of year, Mike."
Jack strode across the green grass. A white rose bouquet in hand, one for every year. He couldn't let himself forget so he came back every year, another rose added to the bouquet, to remember.
PS: I just want to add that in no way do I think Jack is angsty about his lost 'love'. My view is more of the opinion that he felt and continues to feel immense guilt over Claire's death. I promise you, I'm not looking through 'Great Lost Love' glasses...