A/n I have enjoyed writing small responses to Lilac mermaid prompts. It's been a great way to spend 20 minutes and I hope you are enjoying them, most random and most short. I appreciate the comments that you leave and it makes me feel as though I have company in this ff world. Now these prompts... do I think they happened with the characters? not always but it's certainly fun to explore some different ideas.

Todays quick response was to this prompt : Madam Secretary Prompt: When Henry breaks up with Elizabeth for a fewdays, she goes down to his part time job to confront him, and she doesn't do it quietly.

The ringing of the bell was drowned out by the clatter of the door being forcefully pushed open. Elizabeth was seething. Her breath ragged and her hands shaking. The adrenaline that was pulsating through her body was scaring her but she was never going to admit it.

She had spent the first two nights sad, crying, feeling completely helpless as she experienced the closest thing to devastation, almost parallel to the loss of her parents. However, Henry fucking McCord as he was now known, did not die. He didn't get the easy way out. He didn't get to sign off and leave her without an explanation.

This made her blood boil.

The third time the sun rose, since he left her, the anger had set in. She was enraged with him and she wasn't about to sit quietly and let him get away with this. She had thrown some clean clothes on and left her apartment in a hurry, jumping in her car and driving straight to the archives where he worked part time.

Spotting his car in the parking lot, she was half tempted to key it as she walked past but she wasn't that low to destroy property, yet, she thought.

The thick silence of the college archives swallowed the sound of the door pretty quickly. Resuming the quiet as if nothing had happened. The old lady, that she knew of as being called Margeret, had jumped out of her skin at Elizabeth's entrance. Elizabeth turned her attention to her "Is he here?" She snapped at the older lady.

"Who, dear?" Margaret's quiet voice asked. This only served to infuriate Elizabeth more and she couldn't help but roll her eyes and laugh maniacally as if this whole situation was hilarious.

"Don't worry, I know he is here." Swinging her body round to face the depths of the shelves Elizabeth shouted "Henry, Henry? Come out here now and face me like the man I thought you were"

A man she used to know as Henry appeared from the back of the room, his eyes red, his hair unwashed and his clothes creased. Elizabeth hardly noticed the details through the red haze of rage that currently embodied her. She marched right up between the shelves and let him have it.

"I cannot believe you" She snarled at him "I thought you were better than this. No, I hoped you were better than this. I loved you" the tears began to fall now but she continued through them, fiercely wiping them from her face "No, I still love you and you just left. No explanation except this pathetic note saying that you are sorry?"

She pulled the crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket and threw it at him, he hardly flinched, he was unresponsive to her, unable to let himself feel her pain.

"Well I don't need it or you. My parents left me Henry and you held me whilst I cried when I spoke of them, but they didn't just leave me, they died. You just left and that is worse. That is unbelievably selfish and such a cowardly move. I trusted you with my heart and this is how you treat me. I thought," She began, her fingers tangling in her hair before dropping to her side. The rage fell from her voice and the raw hurt flowed through her words, "I thought I meant more to you than that?"

Taking a broken breath in, she surveyed him. His face had not moved, his expression unchanged; he hadn't even attempted to speak, to fight for what they had. The rage that had subsided briefly resurfaced like a tidal wave and her voice became loud and uninhibited "How dare you?" she snapped and she turned on her heel and left the archives.

She pushed past the few people that had emerged from the shelves to watch the drama unfold, not even caring one little bit that they had been witnesses to her heart breaking so publicly. "Henry fucking McCord can do one", she said as she yanked the door open and left him staring after her, shattered and broken and wholly regretful.