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Author: veilendarkness
Title: That Feeling
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 4 100 word drabbles, 4 points of view. One end.
Warnings: Usual disclaimer. They aren't mine. And they never will be.
x-posted
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Bobby
I dread this, this feeling that I've been ignoring since the moment I got the call.
I knew it, knew it was only a matter of time. Man, I hate being right.
Last time I saw him, we avoided each other like one of us has the plague.
I wanted to reach out, really I did. Since when have I ever let fear control me?
Ah, fuck. I never wanted to hurt him, and you know, somehow I did.
And now, I'm sure that something big is gonna happen. I can't shake it, this feeling.
What if I lose him?
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Angel
I'm all tense, ready to go and just start something. I'm getting as bad as Bobby.
There's a rep I don't need, another hot-headed Mercer, fuckin' things up.
I want her safe, and I want her with me. If anything happens...shit. I don't know.
Something big is gonna happen. I know it. Ma always said to listen to your instinct.
It's never failed me before. Saved my ass, though I figure it's gotta run out sooner or later.
I see them struggling not to touch. They should just get over it and do something.
Why wait till it's too late?
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Jerry
I'm sick to my stomach over this. Everything's all fucked up.
It was all fine, things were coming along, and life was good. And now this.
I gotta do whatever it takes. If they find Camille or the girls, it's another weapon.
All these secrets and lies. Bobby's good at seeing through the bullshit. I'm doomed.
I never ignored the voice in my head that sounds like Mom. It's getting louder.
I'm worried. Whatever this is, it's gonna be bad. I've never been surer.
I can see them watching each other. I want to smile. How bad could it get?
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Jack
I didn't wanna come back. He'd have dragged me here if I refused. Not that I would.
I want to choke on the tension in the rooms. He follows me everywhere, my shadow.
My eyes tear up often. I want to be numb. To see her again.
Every time they look at me, I feel nervous, edgy, something's coming soon.
I want to grab him and never let go. He knows it, feels it. That's why he avoids me.
I can't take this angry fight that's filling the air. I'm suffocating in here.
I was wrong. God, help me Bobby.
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Title: That Feeling
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 4 100 word drabbles, 4 points of view. One end.
Warnings: Usual disclaimer. They aren't mine. And they never will be.
x-posted
*
Bobby
I dread this, this feeling that I've been ignoring since the moment I got the call.
I knew it, knew it was only a matter of time. Man, I hate being right.
Last time I saw him, we avoided each other like one of us has the plague.
I wanted to reach out, really I did. Since when have I ever let fear control me?
Ah, fuck. I never wanted to hurt him, and you know, somehow I did.
And now, I'm sure that something big is gonna happen. I can't shake it, this feeling.
What if I lose him?
0000000
Angel
I'm all tense, ready to go and just start something. I'm getting as bad as Bobby.
There's a rep I don't need, another hot-headed Mercer, fuckin' things up.
I want her safe, and I want her with me. If anything happens...shit. I don't know.
Something big is gonna happen. I know it. Ma always said to listen to your instinct.
It's never failed me before. Saved my ass, though I figure it's gotta run out sooner or later.
I see them struggling not to touch. They should just get over it and do something.
Why wait till it's too late?
0000000
Jerry
I'm sick to my stomach over this. Everything's all fucked up.
It was all fine, things were coming along, and life was good. And now this.
I gotta do whatever it takes. If they find Camille or the girls, it's another weapon.
All these secrets and lies. Bobby's good at seeing through the bullshit. I'm doomed.
I never ignored the voice in my head that sounds like Mom. It's getting louder.
I'm worried. Whatever this is, it's gonna be bad. I've never been surer.
I can see them watching each other. I want to smile. How bad could it get?
0000000
Jack
I didn't wanna come back. He'd have dragged me here if I refused. Not that I would.
I want to choke on the tension in the rooms. He follows me everywhere, my shadow.
My eyes tear up often. I want to be numb. To see her again.
Every time they look at me, I feel nervous, edgy, something's coming soon.
I want to grab him and never let go. He knows it, feels it. That's why he avoids me.
I can't take this angry fight that's filling the air. I'm suffocating in here.
I was wrong. God, help me Bobby.
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