Unfortunate Discoveries (OTA)

[likes_yogurt]

When you're a spy, you always take new intelligence with a grain of salt. Sometimes it was good and sometimes it was bad, but in the end, if there was a job that needed to get done and you only had a little bit of information to go on, you had to make that enough. When you woke up in your room in a strange village with a map, however, you had to

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[i_got_a_buddy]

Sam was walking back from checking on the marina, and his weekly trip to the store for necessities. Which meant he had a bag that contained beer and ice cream. Other things too like the makings of a decent lasagna and a bottle of wine for a date night with the Doc.

He passed by the cemetery and paused when he was Mikey standing there still and ashen, too still.

He entered and approached his friend with a frown.

"Hey Mike."

[likes_yogurt]

Michael heard Sam's voice, but he couldn't bring himself to move and his voice didn't seem to want to work. He seemed to have tunnel vision. Nate's name and the date. It wasn't Nate's tombstone from years into the future. Nate was going to die back home. Young. Too young to die.

[i_got_a_buddy]

Sam had his share of brothers (so to speak) that had died too young.

He stopped next to Mike and looked at the stone his friend was staring at and and blinked.

"Shit, Mikey..."

[likes_yogurt]

It was everything in Michael Westen's power not to cry, though his eyes stung for a long moment as he stared down the tombstone as if it were an interrogation and Michael was waiting for answers.

He swallowed and his throat felt like sandpaper. When he spoke, his voice was low and a little hoarse. "... I don't even know how it happens."

[inside_hermind]

Christine had been both shocked and strangely comforted to find the gravestone of her father here. It gave her the opportunity to continue what she would in Paris. Continue visiting and speaking to him in the hope that things may become clearer. Her thoughts had been confusing recently regarding life, performance and one man in particular. She needed his guidance. As she arrived, she walked through the others with respect, head down. She knew the path well enough that looking was not entirely necessary. As she came closer to her father's grave she spotted feet close to where she must go and paused. She had never been within the cemetery walls with someone else, not even in Paris.

Should she go? She wasn't entirely sure and for the moment she stood silently, not wishing to intrude on his moment.

[likes_yogurt]

Michael was aware of the presence of someone else, but his attention remained on the tombstone of his dead younger brother. The how, why, and possibly who were all swimming in his head.

[inside_hermind]

Christine slowly looked down at the flowers in her hand then carefully unravelled the ribbon tied around them, pulling out a few. Quietly, she stepped up to the stranger and held the few out. He may not want interrupted, and she would apologise, but she still felt she should offer.

"Would you like some? To place down?"

[likes_yogurt]

Michael couldn't help but start to play out all the possibilities of what could have happened to Nate. Something inside him made him feel like it couldn't have been something like a car accident or natural death. Somehow Michael felt responsible.

The woman's voice jarred him from his thoughts. His muscles tensed and only after a long moment did he turn his head just enough to see what she was offering. Flowers. Flowers for the dead.

He swallowed. His throat felt like sandpaper. When he spoke, Michael's voice was quiet and hoarse. "No...thank you... He - - He's not dead." Not yet from Michael's perspective anyways.