Aligned in the UniverseHe waits until everyone has gone before approaching the freshly distrusted dirt. Walking feet behind with eyes still stained red and for once silent Donna carries a single flower. This, saying goodbye and the human custom of grieve wasn't something the Doctor did. For him death was sad, sometimes it was emotionally devastating, but he accepted it. Often by moving on to a new adventure to vain attempt to make the death worth something. Thanks to Donna there wasn't any running this time, he knew she needed this moment
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Birthday SurprisesmakeitrednblackAugust 5 2010, 13:14:17 UTC
"One package for Dexter Morgan" A nameless police officer plopped a package tied together with a blood-red bow into his arms. He smiled towards the officer in thanks, who ran off before he actually get the words, Thank you out of his mouth. Cradling the package, he walked into the bullpen attempting to get to his office(he just got off the elevator when the officer stopped him), but his plan is foiled by a certain Asian that made far too many dirty jokes
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Things overheard in a 7ElevencrevanfoxDecember 19 2009, 13:22:06 UTC
"What are you doing?" the rougher looking of the 2 men asked as the trench coat wearing one picked up the last item dumped in the basket and began muttering over it (again).
"I am giving Thanks to the Lord for this bounty we are about too recieve"
"Dude, this is a 7Eleven. I seriously doubt God gives a damn about burritos."
"God is omnipotent, Dean, he very much cares about everything, even the Burritos."
"Yeah, well, if God's so concerned about snacks maybe he could summon up some Coke Zero, 'cause it looks like they're out"
"Don't blasphem, Dean. And there's some of your beverage right there" The trenchcoat wearing one said as he gestured to a display.
"Hey! how did I not see this!" He said as he loaded up on several bottles.
"The Lord works in mysterious ways" Trench coat said as the moved to the cash to pay.
After they had gone, the cashier turned to her co-worker and said "Why do we always get the freaks?"
"At least they were cute" said the other one and shrugged.
"Nothin' but m'bones," He says to Jim the first time they meet, plucking at the lapels of his worn jacket, and it's true. He can remember the slam of the door, made particularly musical by the shattering crash of the empty bottle it dislodged. He can remember the twisted lips of his ex-wife, the serious, sorrowful eyes of his little girl staring up at him from behind glass, venetian blinds more like iron bars.
"For God's sake, Nancy!" He burst out. "Y'break m'heart, least you could do is give me back the broken pieces!"
The communicator at his side beeped. He cast a last glare at the door and answered it.
"I want you off my stoop and off my planet, Leonard H. McCoy," she snarled. "Leave the comm. I never want to hear your voice again." And with a click, she was gone.
The click was the worst, worse than the slam and the crash and the snarl, subdued and everyday and final. He ran a shaky hand over his face and dropped the comm, stepping off the stoop and kneeling at the window
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I couldn't help my self....I'm glad you found it funny!
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"I am giving Thanks to the Lord for this bounty we are about too recieve"
"Dude, this is a 7Eleven. I seriously doubt God gives a damn about burritos."
"God is omnipotent, Dean, he very much cares about everything, even the Burritos."
"Yeah, well, if God's so concerned about snacks maybe he could summon up some Coke Zero, 'cause it looks like they're out"
"Don't blasphem, Dean. And there's some of your beverage right there" The trenchcoat wearing one said as he gestured to a display.
"Hey! how did I not see this!" He said as he loaded up on several bottles.
"The Lord works in mysterious ways" Trench coat said as the moved to the cash to pay.
After they had gone, the cashier turned to her co-worker and said "Why do we always get the freaks?"
"At least they were cute" said the other one and shrugged.
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glad you enjoyed it!
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"Nothin' but m'bones," He says to Jim the first time they meet, plucking at the lapels of his worn jacket, and it's true. He can remember the slam of the door, made particularly musical by the shattering crash of the empty bottle it dislodged. He can remember the twisted lips of his ex-wife, the serious, sorrowful eyes of his little girl staring up at him from behind glass, venetian blinds more like iron bars.
"For God's sake, Nancy!" He burst out. "Y'break m'heart, least you could do is give me back the broken pieces!"
The communicator at his side beeped. He cast a last glare at the door and answered it.
"I want you off my stoop and off my planet, Leonard H. McCoy," she snarled. "Leave the comm. I never want to hear your voice again." And with a click, she was gone.
The click was the worst, worse than the slam and the crash and the snarl, subdued and everyday and final. He ran a shaky hand over his face and dropped the comm, stepping off the stoop and kneeling at the window ( ... )
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Glad you liked it. :)
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