Two drabbles written for
slashthedrabble prompt #156: Regret.
Disclaimer: The following drabbles are works of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Without Regret
Fandom: Reservoir Dogs
Pairing: Orange/White
Word Count: 162
Rating: R
Warning: Language. Violence.
Without Regret
A career criminal can’t afford to harbor regrets.
If a guy in your way you don’t worry his wife and kids or his poor sick mother. You blow off the motherfucker’s kneecaps and get on with your life. If you make a mistake you don’t dwell on it. You do your time or get out of town. If need be you shoot your way out.
You do this for enough years and you can’t regret anymore. You lose the capacity for guilt and remorse.
Yeah, I trusted Orange.
I wasted my time playing nursemaid to him when I could have been making tracks.
I even turned on Joe, my buddy from way back, to protect some pasty faced little punk I’d known three days.
Three days. Two nights.
Turns out he was a rat all along.
I killed my friend for a cop.
I fell for a motherfucking cop.
I thought I loved him.
Loved him.
I can’t regret that.
I can’t regret loving him.
I won’t regret killing him.
Author: Bitterfig
Title: No Choice Worth Choosing
Fandom: Brokeback Mountain
Pairing: Ennis/Jack, Ennis/Alma
Word Count: 125
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
No Choice Worth Choosing
Maybe I should have given Jack up. Forgotten him, stayed with Alma and been content. Except that I never could be content without him.
Jack thought we could go off somewhere and be together. Talked about a ranch but I never believed that could be. I’ve seen what happens to men with ranches, even when they try and keep to themselves. Besides, I couldn’t turn my back on Alma, couldn’t abandon our little girl.
It never did seem like there was a choice worth choosing so I let fear make my decision for me.
I broke my vows to Alma and I strung Jack along. I lied to both of them and to myself. In the end I lost them both.
I have my regrets.