Title: Office
Author: J. C. Sun
Date: Fri, 22 May 1998 17:50:00 EDT 

Category: VA
Rating: R for profanity
Spoilers: The End (US5)


Summary:  A twist on all the 'The End' stories of late.


Thanks go to geb for midwifing this littl ebaby.


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It was a fucking office for chrissake.
A fucking *office*.
They've ransacked it at least a dozen times.
Vandalized it a couple more.
Hell, we've done some of our own vandalizing to the place.
And we never kept anything of worth in there anyway.
An office.
Not like it was you or anything.
Way you're acting now, though, I'm starting to wish you had burned.
Snivelling little asshole.


Curled up on your couch, three inches from fetal.  Not even
crying--whimpering.


You cry for beggars and lost balloons.  You cry for the end of spring, the
start of summer, all the times in between.  You cry for children you have
known fifteen minutes, not even in the motel, but, outside, in the car with
these long, racking dry sobs that shove out of your mouth and you look at me,
suprised that I'm not weeping too.


And you can't cry for the office.


I know you want to.


Your mouth, it twists up and down, and your eyes glitter.


Shit.  


Sort of pathetic, if you think about it--the fact that you're torn up enough
to be sitting on your couch and making these facial contortions worthy of Jim
Carrey.


You hated that office.


You loathed it.


Nobody down here but the FBI's most unwanted, remember?


And you're having a conscience crisis your mind to cry or to be stoic and not
cry in front of the little lady.


And we're not even at the office, trying to salvage the remains of the files.
We're not screaming at the JOD to re-open the X-files.  We're not even having
gratuitous sex.


We are in your apartment.


Useless.


Absolutely useless.


.end


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