To be honest, I was afraid I might be finished with WaT and J/S, but apparently not. Old habits die hard, eh? Besides, I miss you guys.
Anyways, here's a little something that reflects what seems to be happening on the show. (I'm not happy with what they're doing, but then Anthony didn't ask me, did he!)
This may end up being a series - which may or may not have a happier ending than the beginning appears to foreshadow. Have patience while I work things out and finish a few other things I've got started. (I'm having a ton of fun with BSG, as those of you who automatically get my stories have perhaps noticed. Forgive me for the automatic posts some of you have been receiving in your mail that you're not interested in, but hey - if you ever have the chance to see the Battlestar Galactica (2003) mini-series, do. You'll be surprised. And perhaps get to add another high-quality, engrossing series to your list of must-watch shows! ; )
Thanks to Diane for her eagle eye during the beta process, and to anyone patient enough to have read this introduction!
Happy Monday!
Change
of Address
By:
Mariel
-xxx-xxx-xxx-xxx-xxx-
Jack Malone sat in the soft halo of his desk lamp, his eyes lost in thought. Arms resting on the top of his desk, he clutched a form tightly in front of him with both hands.
At the top of the sheet were three words most would find curiously mundane:
Change of Address.
For him, however, they held an import that froze him in place and subjected him to memories he'd spent a lot of time trying hard to place behind him.
The name beneath the heading, printed neatly in the provided spaces, was (surname) Spade (first) Samantha.
How foolish that he should be so affected. How stupid, wrong, and downright futile of him to feel anything at all.
What he thought or felt now made no difference.
Involuntarily, his eyes looked up and sought out her place in the bullpen area. Her chair was empty and she long gone. Her phone had rung, and shortly after ending a smiling conversation she had quickly gathered her things and left without a backward glance.
He'd known through conversations overheard that she was seeing someone. Someone nice. Someone special, who thought a lot of her and whom she apparently thought a lot of back.
Looking down at the form again, he knew it must be more than that now.
He guessed it must be love.
He winced at the thought. He knew he was a selfish bastard, but he still wanted to be the only one she loved, the only one for whom she left without a backwards glance.
He looked at the new ring on his left hand. He'd moved on. It was obvious she was, too.
In spite of everything, in spite, even, of this official FBI form stating otherwise, however, she would not be moving any time soon from one place she had resided for a long, long time...
...She likely never would.
Placing the paper flat on his desk, he slowly signed his name where his signature was required and then placed the sheet carefully in his 'out' box.
With a certainty borne of a life filled with uncertainty, missteps and wrong choices, he knew she wouldn't really be moving...
Not out of his heart, anyways.
End
Change of
Address
