This was supposed to be a drabble, but I'm not verry good at keeping things short and sweet, so it turned out to be a tiny bit longer than I thought it would... anyway. This is dedicated to my friend Casey (BugFan4Ever). It was also inspired by Casey telling me how glad she was that Bug "belonged" somewhere by the end of the series. Thanks Casey!
I don't belong
Bug had written those words so long ago, years even, in his notebook filled with equations and experiments and the lengths of Albanian blowfly larvae. Staring at the words now, he felt that ache again; the one that had led him to write those terrible words.
Lily had actually thought him capable of suicide. He hadn't been that desperate, but the fact that she thought him capable still cut through him like a knife. How could she think he would end his life? He was hardly the type. He hadn't even considered that option.
He thought he could belong as a doctor in America. That sure hadn't worked out. He thought he could fit in if he was a legal citizen; but that hadn't given him what he needed, either. Closure.
The morgue was where he really belonged, he had realised then. Lily, Nigel, Jordan, Garret and even Kate, now, cared about him. About his safety, his happiness, him as a whole. They gave him a purpose. A reason to live.
He shakily grabbed a pen and decided to finish what he had started to write; the sentence that made him who he was today, keeping its icy grip on his lonely heart, but not anymore.
I don't belong alone. I belong with them.
He smiled at what he wrote. It felt good to write, he felt good to have written it. Happy, for once. He found what he had been searching for. He finally belonged somewhere.
So, did you love it? Hate it? Think I rock? Stink? Tell me!! -Belle