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[melanie_anne]

A bored Mel is a very bad thing. (Never mind that Mel actually has tons of work she should be doing, as well as Matrix fic to finish before the challenge deadline tomorrow. Hmm.)

So: comment with a fandom and a line from a song, and I shall give you drabble. :-)

(Also, why is there no mood icon for 'procrastinating'?)

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[melanie_anne]

I felt not the winters fludder when you brushed my cheek as you passed.

She sits at the window, wrapped in a blanket, hugging her knees to her chest as she watches the snowflakes fall. She's cold; she's been cold for years. She drove into a river one night and hasn't been able to let go of the chill ever since.

"Come back to bed," he says.

She shakes her head; he's as cold as she is.

"Irina." He crosses the room and stands behind her. "We're going to find her."

She wants to believe. "I know."

"Now come back to bed."

And she lets him lead her back. (Because even ice can burn.)

Now that it's raining more than ever, know that we'll still have each other and you can stand under my umbrella.

She finds him in his office, the lights off and blinds drawn. "Sam?"

He doesn't look up. She steps inside, closing the door behind her. "Sam, are you okay?"

"He lied."

She knows, at last, exactly why the senior staff have been wandering around looking shell-shocked for the last week. She's supposed to be in her own office, working on ways to get them all out of this mess, but the first thing she did when she was told was look for Sam.

She's not sure why.

He lifts his head, finally. "What are you doing here, Ainsley?"

She shrugs. "I thought you could use a friend."