Drabble: Falling Apart
Oct. 9th, 2009 07:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starsandseaTitle: Falling Apart
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Paring: Pieter/Michael
Word Count: 319
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warning: Character Death
Author's Note: Spoilers for recent JSA issues. A belated birthday present for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
isilweth Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct.
Pieter slowly peeled his gloves off, the once white latex slippy with blood. Michael's blood. Michael was...
Pieter concentrated very carefully on cleaning his hands properly, on making sure that every inch of them, every millimetre was clean. There would be reports and paperwork to fill out, a funeral to arrange, and they had to figure out just how this had happened.
That is, if the JSA were still together. He had heard the angry shouts even as he had been trying to...
Pieter felt bile rise in this throat, burning, as it hadn't in such a long time. Not since he had first started his medical training. He swallowed and took a deep breath.
There would have to be an independent autopsy. He would have to get things ready for that. And Checkmate would want in, too, though thankfully Alan could handle that. Unless he was too busy trying to keep theJSA together...
Pieter took another deep breath and told himself firmly not to think, he could feel himself start to fall apart if he did and... myfaultmyfaultMYFAULT!
He turned the taps off, then started to remove his costume. He would need to change. Clean, everything had to be kept clean. Pure. Untouched.
More angry yells filtered in and Pieter closed his eyes, deliberately cloaking himself in darkness. His world was falling apart around him. At least, he thought, Michael was with his beloved Paula and Terry, the child he had never known now. He had no doubt they were in heaven, no matter what Michael had believed.
Pieter couldn't believe that God - any God - would be so cruel to keep families apart forever, not when they had suffered as much as Michael's had. As Michael had.
His breath caught in his throat, great sobs in his chest. His legs gave way under him, and Pieter fell to the floor, weeping.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Paring: Pieter/Michael
Word Count: 319
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warning: Character Death
Author's Note: Spoilers for recent JSA issues. A belated birthday present for
isilweth Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct.Pieter slowly peeled his gloves off, the once white latex slippy with blood. Michael's blood. Michael was...
Pieter concentrated very carefully on cleaning his hands properly, on making sure that every inch of them, every millimetre was clean. There would be reports and paperwork to fill out, a funeral to arrange, and they had to figure out just how this had happened.
That is, if the JSA were still together. He had heard the angry shouts even as he had been trying to...
Pieter felt bile rise in this throat, burning, as it hadn't in such a long time. Not since he had first started his medical training. He swallowed and took a deep breath.
There would have to be an independent autopsy. He would have to get things ready for that. And Checkmate would want in, too, though thankfully Alan could handle that. Unless he was too busy trying to keep theJSA together...
Pieter took another deep breath and told himself firmly not to think, he could feel himself start to fall apart if he did and... myfaultmyfaultMYFAULT!
He turned the taps off, then started to remove his costume. He would need to change. Clean, everything had to be kept clean. Pure. Untouched.
More angry yells filtered in and Pieter closed his eyes, deliberately cloaking himself in darkness. His world was falling apart around him. At least, he thought, Michael was with his beloved Paula and Terry, the child he had never known now. He had no doubt they were in heaven, no matter what Michael had believed.
Pieter couldn't believe that God - any God - would be so cruel to keep families apart forever, not when they had suffered as much as Michael's had. As Michael had.
His breath caught in his throat, great sobs in his chest. His legs gave way under him, and Pieter fell to the floor, weeping.
