I promised to write something for when I came back off holiday, and I did. Actually writen in Gatwick airport before I even left the country. Typical.

BTW, has anyone noticed that in the North Terminal, there is nothing there? Not even a Burger King? It's got 2 WH Smiths, but no junk food. Typical. Once again.

Hmmm, hope you all enjoy. FS SLASH. Please Review.


Last night

Frodo's sure he told Sam to stay that night. Sure of it because he remembers sayingwhisperingpleading, "Stay," leaning towards his friend and... Nothing. A gap in his memory.

The guest room that Sam sometimes sleeps in, across the hall from Frodo's, is empty, the bed still neatly made. Every room he checks is empty, save the kitchen and the bottle bottles of wine on the table. He looked out of the window, as though he expect to see Sam out there, even though it's still the middle of the night. Maybe he went home...

Frodo turns back to his room, yawning and his eyes half-closed. He'll talk to Sam tomorrow, maybe he'll know what happened last night. He crawls back into bed, pulling the covers over his head, ready to sleep well into the next day.

Until he hears a voice next to him. "Where'd you go, Frodo?"

And last night is no longer a mystery.


Improvements welcome, I think it needs work.