*takes a deep breath*
Yes, I knowI'mnotsupposedtowriteconfuzingstufflikethatbutmumtoldmeto.
I don't even know where this came from, but here... 158 words mini-ficlet focused on James Wilson. It's crappy, and AU, if you speak that.


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Monday morning, he wakes up confused. The bed sheets next to him are rumpled and not, like usually, untouched and smooth. He straightens them with a frown and a sigh, then gets ready for work. It's not until he opens the fridge to get milk for his coffee that he realizes something else is off. Way off, actually ( Read more... )