fic: turning me to morose... (Alex and Bailey - and Reed)
Title: Turning me to morose...
Characters: Alex and Bailey (and Reed)
Prompt: # 19; Secrets, from the angst table at drabble123
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: Bailey visits.
Bailey comes. She whispers words, sentences, that he can't quite hear, angry, no; furious. And there's something different about her voice, about the way she can't quite keep her hands still at her sides, a frantic edge that he's not used to.
It numbs his fingertips.
She's cold when she tells him Charles and Reed are dead. States it like it means nothing.
And maybe it doesn't.
Except she got a bullet between her eyes and if he'd only been a few seconds earlier, or a few seconds faster or a few seconds stronger...
Maybe it means everything.
Characters: Alex and Bailey (and Reed)
Prompt: # 19; Secrets, from the angst table at drabble123
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: Bailey visits.
Bailey comes. She whispers words, sentences, that he can't quite hear, angry, no; furious. And there's something different about her voice, about the way she can't quite keep her hands still at her sides, a frantic edge that he's not used to.
It numbs his fingertips.
She's cold when she tells him Charles and Reed are dead. States it like it means nothing.
And maybe it doesn't.
Except she got a bullet between her eyes and if he'd only been a few seconds earlier, or a few seconds faster or a few seconds stronger...
Maybe it means everything.