Title: The
Hatred of a Minute
Characters: Don
Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Author's Note:"Years of love have been forgot in the hatred of a minute." –
Edgar Allen Poe
Rating: T
"You sonuvabitch, you goddamn bastard. I can't believe you went behind my back and did that. Checking my personal file? I told you, I fucking told you that I'd tell you my secret when I was ready."
"Well that's your problem, isn't it, Lindsay? You're never fucking ready. You never trust anybody. Not me, not Danny, no one. I'm so fucking sick of waiting for you to trust me, you know?"
Something that was very fragile shattered near his head. It felt like his heart.
"Fuck you, Don. We're done, you understand? Done. I never want to see you again."