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Summary: When their daughter is taken from them, Temperance shuts down and Seeley walks away… Only to discover that it may have been the biggest mistake of his life… (AU, Futurefic)

Rating: PG-13

Author's Notes: So, I know this chapter really isn't anything special, and I know it's incredibly short, but I felt like it needed to be left here, so I left it… I hope that you might stick with me, even after this pitiful excuse for a chapter, because I really do have high hopes for this one… I've become very attached to it over the past couple of days (I've got bits and pieces of it all over the place right now)…

The lyrics (and title) here are from Ok Go's "Shortly Before The End"…

And just in case anyone's looking for updates on "Friend Or Foe" or "Through The Iris", I should have some for you soon… I'm on break for a full five weeks, so I might actually have some time on my hands…

Oh, and just for future reference, this one is set something like seven or eight years in the future… Enjoy!


The Hours Of Dying:


How long did we all think this all would last?
Who could have counted days as they flew past?


It was cold. The rain dripped slowly around them; the umbrella he held over her doing nothing to stop the ice that froze her heart, a hole suddenly so empty it was all consuming… It wasn't supposed to be this way… They weren't supposed to be standing here, watching as the most important part of their lives was lowered into the freezing ground.

She felt his arm stretch around her then… He was expecting her to break; to fall against him and cry out all her pain. But that was something she simply couldn't do.

Because she was empty.

Because there was nothing that could bring back that beautiful smile and those big brown eyes… No more dance classes. No more family dinners. No more nightmares at 2am. No more smiles. No more tears…

Nothing.

Because she was gone.

She was gone, and there was nothing that could ever bring her back to them. And that was a simple fact. Grieving would do nothing. Their little girl wasn't coming home, and so she pulled away from her husband's arm, stepping out into the chill of the rain that fell around them… She didn't want comfort. All she wanted was to hold her little girl in her arms again, but that could never happen, and so she simply stood, cold and alone…

And the tears wouldn't come even as she looked on, watching as her entire world was ripped away from her.


But before we go, sing us a song.
Sing us a song to hum through the hours of dying.

Even as we go, sing us a song.
Sing us a song, to hum through the hours of dying.


He watched silently as she stepped away from him, praying that this wouldn't be the thing to break her… Because he knew her. And if she broke, she would shut down. Something he wasn't sure he could handle… Because this time it would be to a point from which even he wasn't sure he would be able to pull her back from…

Because their little girl was gone. Six years old, and she had been taken from them… Naturally, no less; by a disease that neither could have predicted or prevented… And he was almost certain that this was worse than murder. At least for his wife… Because this way, there was no justice to be had. No one to blame.

She was simply gone.

For a moment, he wondered if they could ever again be the way they once had, happy and carefree and completely in love…

But as he looked on, noting the lack of tears and emotion in his wife's eyes, he knew that this moment could very well be the end of it all…


Who would have thought it'd come as such a show?
A pink and silver day... who was to know?