Drabble Word : Flesh
Set : Post 'I Never'. A tag ending of sorts for the episode.
This will probably be the first of several post finale one-shots, but I believe (maybe) the only one in this collection. So keep an eye out.
Word Count : 200
Disclaimer : I own the words, but not the world.
He waited at the bar for several hours before it truly sunk home.
She wasn't going to walk through those doors.
He wasn't getting a second chance.
He probably deserved that.
So, instead of going home and suffering another sleepless night, he had stayed at the bar and drank with Peck.
Peck, who was also missing someone.
Collins had been a no-show as well.
For some reason, Sam felt sick about it. Or perhaps it was the alcohol.
Eventually, he managed to make his way outside on unsteady feet. The fresh air struck powerfully as soon as he stepped through the door way but it did little to clear his mind.
Instead, he stood in the centre of the back alleyway for a long moment, before the bottle rage at himself and at her burst free and he lashed out with his fist.
The flesh over his knuckles thumped sickeningly against solid brick and his skin split.
But he didn't feel the pain.
Damn her.
Damn him.
Staring at his clawed and bloody hand, Sam realized that one of the best things in his life had slipped away and it was his fault for not fighting when he should have.