The following drabbles are from my website, http: / / freewebs. com / raitear / , there are more there if you feel like visiting. (generally warning I write slash though not all my fics have it.)
John turned away from the scene before him, the taste of bile in his mouth as strong as the smell of charred flesh. Damnit anyway! Bobby was supposed to be the squeamish one.
He trembled, he'd seen death before, even been the cause of it. But not like this, not intentionally. Maybe he wasn't made for this after all.
A hand on his shoulder, Mystic gently turning him back around. Tendrils of smoke rose up from the blackened body.
"It's always like this the first time." She said, smiling as he covered his mouth and ducked toward the garbage can