Author: ScarlettMithruiel
Classification: A, R (JD)
Rating: PG? PG-13? Around there.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Unfortunately. ::sigh::
Summary: Joshua Lyman doesn't want to go to work tomorrow.
Author's Note: This little ficlet thing is "dedicated," I suppose is the word, to Leslie for being "pushy," hehe, and one of the best JD writers I know.
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How could you do this to me? Didn't you weigh what the repercussions of your actions could be when you did it? Or did you choose to ignore what would happen to me?
I don't want to go to work tomorrow.
I don't want to go meet an assistant who will bring me coffee.
Who, when I yell that she's fired, will believe me.
I don't want to go back to my office to find someone who doesn't know how your filing system works.
I don't want to go through innumerable assistants again.
I don't want someone else. I want you. And you're not here. You've gone and left.
The office will be strangely empty without you.
The hallways will be empty without our bantering. Our shouting matches.
My office will be empty without your enchanting personality.
I don't want an assistant who won't know what philately is. Or even how to pronounce it.
Irreparable cracks are slowly destroying my heart and my soul.
I realize that it's selfish of me to ask you to stay.
I don't want to go to work tomorrow.
But I will. I have to. I won't let this consume me. So I'll bury myself in work. I'll pay attention to GAO projections, no matter how inaccurate they are.
I will bury myself in my work. To prevent the agonizing anguish from consuming me whole.
I could drink, as others do to alleviate the pain.
But you won't be there to accept me into your apartment at two a.m. And then where would I be?