DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, not one smigaroon. NBC and the others own the lot
SPOILERS: Up to Black out
RATING: PG-14 to M I guess
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first fan fic ever so please be gentle with me. Also please review becuase ya'll know that reviews are the only way you get more :) I'd like to dedicate this to the floowing people, some I know, others I don't but I've heard great things of you.
This is for thumper, cheerleader86, cheaptart86, minnie mouse, CCA, Ness & TWjunkie. Thank ya'll.
SUMMARY: Well this is my what not of a while after Blackout. Bosco you know is starting to crack after he stops taking his pills and faces similar situations that bring up painful memories.
The anti-depressants sat on the table, untouched for over a month. All that he'd wanted to do was get over this himself. He wanted to figure it out on his own, but with the pills he couldn't and that was why he had stopped taking them. His hand was shaking as he reached for them. As he opened the bottle questions filled his mind. Ignoring them he put a handful of pills in his mouth. Taking a deep breath, knowing that it could well be his last he took a swig out of the vodka bottle to wash the pills down. Would it be worth it?
SPOILERS: Up to Black out
RATING: PG-14 to M I guess
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first fan fic ever so please be gentle with me. Also please review becuase ya'll know that reviews are the only way you get more :) I'd like to dedicate this to the floowing people, some I know, others I don't but I've heard great things of you.
This is for thumper, cheerleader86, cheaptart86, minnie mouse, CCA, Ness & TWjunkie. Thank ya'll.
SUMMARY: Well this is my what not of a while after Blackout. Bosco you know is starting to crack after he stops taking his pills and faces similar situations that bring up painful memories.
The anti-depressants sat on the table, untouched for over a month. All that he'd wanted to do was get over this himself. He wanted to figure it out on his own, but with the pills he couldn't and that was why he had stopped taking them. His hand was shaking as he reached for them. As he opened the bottle questions filled his mind. Ignoring them he put a handful of pills in his mouth. Taking a deep breath, knowing that it could well be his last he took a swig out of the vodka bottle to wash the pills down. Would it be worth it?
