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: This is going to continue pretty much seperate from the 100th ep, and will not focus on what happened in that ep, although those events may overshadow it. I'm kind of sad because I've had the last drabble of this set written for almost a month and 100 went and blew it out of the water :(
Our Father's Dust
26
"I climb the hill: from end to end/ Of all the landscape underneath,/
I find no place that does not breathe/ Some gracious memory of my friend;"
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"Emma died."
"On my way."
Five words, and the next day Jason was on his doorstep with eyes of a man who'd driven all night. They didn't talk about how they hadn't spoken in months, or visited in years. "Thanks for coming," was all Dave said.
"Of course."
Dave collapsed on the couch; Jason sat calmly beside him. "You didn't go the funeral."
"You know I couldn't have. Where were you when I called?"
"Maine."
"Any particular reason?"
"I wanted lobster."
It wasn't funny, but Dave burst out laughing nevertheless. Jason smiled sadly and laid a hand on his back.