Disclaimer: I do not own the team. Title and quotes from Tennyson's In Memoriam.
Summary: Mourning is never linear. Gideon's death, viewed through an ongoing series of drabbles.
Our Father's Dust
14
"That loss is common would not make/ My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning wore/ To evening, but some heart did break."
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"Gideon?"
Gideon looked up from his file. Aaron had knocked before entering, but hadn't waited to be answered. The young man's hair was uncharacteristically out of order. Gideon took off his glasses.
"What's wrong?"
"I didn't know who else to tell."
"You can tell me anything."
And the tears, so valiantly controlled until then, spilled out onto Aaron's face. "Haley miscarried." His voice was choked and barely audible. Without hesitation, Gideon rounded the desk and embraced his agent. Sobbing, Aaron hugged him back. Desperate to comfort, Gideon slowly rubbed Aaron's trembling shoulders.
But there was nothing for him to say.