Title: Top Of The World

Fandom: Without A Trace

Category: Angst (Danny-fic)

Spoilers: Clare de Lune, S1

Word count: 92

Summary: I don’t have to answer any of these questions / Don’t have no God to teach me no lessons (Top Of The World by the Dixie Chicks)

Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.

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(These are the days he craves solitude or ignorance. Either will do fine).

New York City. Snow. Rain.

(It’s cold).

Danny looks out across the river. Remembers. Doesn’t wipe away the tears.

(This is catharsis of the truest kind).

He thinks of Clare, thinks of her fear. Thinks of the revelation he made and how much of it was truth. Does he forgive himself? Can he forgive?

(Is this allowed? God, can you hear me? Is forgiveness forsaken?)

He lifts his face to the sky, closes his eyes.

(Remembers not to forget).