Two drabbles in response to the Sarah McLachlan song titles challenge. Crossposted in ci5100 and my own journal.
He thought he'd never make it. In the dark days after Terri's death he'd looked around at the shattered remains of his family and resigned himself to existing, never finding another place to call home.
Now, leaning against the base of the sofa Chris looked around again at the faces of his friends and colleagues. Backup, Sam and Spencer all grinned back and raised their glasses, suitably merry in celebration of a job well done. His contentment was enough to finally banish his earlier fears. Against all odds, Chris had found a second family.
These people were his home now.
"I've asked Malone for a new partner."
Chris froze at the words, blood running cold at the expression on Sam's face.
He was serious.
Sure, things had been awkward since that stupid night when they'd both been too drunk to realise what they were doing, but Chris had never thought it would come to this.
He opened his mouth to protest, to convince Sam he was making a mistake but the icy, cold look in Sam's eyes told him it was pointless. He moved blindly to the door, mind frozen with shock.
This wasn't how it was supposed to end.