This didn't come out as well as I thought it would. Normally, I can write depression. Depression and denial. Danke for the reviews!


4. Depression

The weather matched his mood.

Depressing, and all around gloomy.

The inside of the pub, The Fleetwood, however, was warm, loud, and strangely comforting. Patrons bustled around him, buying drinks, retelling stories that he had heard a hundred times over. Cigar and cigarette smoke hung heavily in the air. Under the clink of glass and the hum of conversation, Billy Joel's Piano Man played from the old Juke-Box in the corner.

With a sigh, Tseng took a swig of his drink. The door opened and a cold, rainy wind blew in.

He ignored it.

The pressure and stress of Rufus' illness was taking it's toll on everyone. But most of all, on Tseng. Seniority had it's downsides.

The seizures had become more frequent and more violent. The pain had intensified one hundred fold. But Rufus always brushed aside their concern with practiced detachment and continued on with whatever it was he was doing.

Tseng admired him for that. Rufus was handling his own death with a certain grace that Tseng doubted he, himself would ever achieve.

Death was inevitable.

They could all see it in his tired, stormy blue eyes.

Tseng finished off his whiskey, grabbed his overcoat and headed for home. He had things to do. Paperwork and believe it or not, missions. He and the Turks were flying out the following day to conduct and investigation at the Northern Crater. Hoping to find…something. Anything.

His phone calendar beeped, breaking the silence as he drove home, marking the end of the fourth month.

Tseng blinked slowly, feeling all off his energy and drive drain away. He felt tired. And guilty. And depressed.

One more month.

Almost out of time.


A/N;; Almost done!!!! Acceptance is probably going to be really long, and it's gonna kick some serious emotional ass. =D Almost done almost done almost done! I...totally lost my train of thought. =P Um. Oh, I might be a day late on Acceptance. It's going to be long. And deep.

I'll put an extra bit of effort in, and I'll get it uploaded by tomorrow if you review! Oh, and I might write an epilouge.