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.
Note: thank you for all the reviews! They're awesome; keep 'em coming :D
I have to say also that I'm kind of proud of this chapter, and in fact all the Rossi chapters, because prior to this fic I didn't like him very much. But I forced myself to include all the characters, and I actually think that I understand him and like him much more now. Go me!
Our Father's Dust
21
"Fort this alone on Death I wreak/ The wrath that garners in my heart;/
He put our lives so far apart/ We cannot hear each other speak."
*
It's a moment of weakness-- just one short moment. As a rule, Dave's seen enough murdered corpses that he tries not to mourn for those who went uneventfully. But… in two years. Emma. Jason.
It's too much.
Something shatters as he sweeps the contents of his desk to the floor in one violent motion. A mug and a picture frame: memories. Good. Let them break.
He's furious-- so mad he can't stay standing, can't help falling to his knees. Just a moment of weakness. It won't last long.
For now, though: Dave presses his hands to his eyes, and weeps.