026. Over

He’d been fighting Alex over this for months, fighting in vain to legitimise the blows and the pain in front of his friend, he’d been lying to his Captain whenever the bruises got bad enough to make the medic talk, knowing that Ross would see through his lies but keep silent. Chris was starting to believe he’d be trapped at Wilder’s ( Read more... )

The tiny silver coin feels thinner but heavier between his fingers than usual. He traces the familiar line of the president’s head - Thomas Jefferson, he looked it up when he got it - and wonders, not for the first time these past years what he had done to deserve the small token. He never parts from it even if he never quite understood why a ( Read more... )