||[Oct. 5th, 2003|10:52 pm]
In an attempt to get this community going again, I've written a half-assed drabble. (Or drabble and a half, depending on how you look at it. *g*)|
Title: By the Book (original, I know *g*)
Category: Dave/Abby, just because
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 150
She was dead. All because of stupid fucking rules and procedures. Because everything always had to be done by the book. He wished he could find that book, light the fucking thing on fire and piss all over it. Along with that little girl's father, the same person who'd murdered her.
"Kicking yourself isn't going to solve anything." There she was. The saintly nurse, always ready to fix other people's problems and ignore her own. He let her know it. She laughed. "That's clever."
"You should be." She moved closer, took his hand. He'd started to grow on her, until she finally gave in to temptation and began dating him. "I'm sorry, too. We can only control what we can control."
"I wish it was that simple." He squeezed her hand. "Thanks, Abby. I really am sorry."
"It's okay." She grinned. "You're always a jerk. I'm used to it."