Title: Memento (Redux)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Eliot/Parker
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: 464
A/N: Sequel to Memento (originally written for comment_fic), this is Eliot's side of the story, but it could be read alone.

They were together for almost a year when he woke up one morning to find her gone. He had seen the signs of her impending departure coming; her things had slowly started to disappear from their, now his, apartment a week ago. He wasn't surprised and he hadn't tried to stop her from leaving because if he were honest with himself, which he tried to avoid as much as possible these days, he'd known since the beginning that it wouldn't last forever. It couldn't last because like a house of cards waiting on a gust of wind to blow it all to pieces, their relationship was fragile.

She didn't trust people; years of experience had taught her that like it or not people leave, and they let you down, so why invite disappointment in? And he was no better, relying on anyone but himself went against his training. They had both gotten better since working for the team but old habits die hard, and anyone that really knew them realized that it would end. The only questions in anyone's mind were when exactly it would end, and who would be the one to leave first?

He couldn't be sure when she had made the decision to leave, it took her about a week to remove every trace of herself from the apartment, but he imagines that it was something she had been thinking about for quite a while. Her departure was both carefully crafted and executed, but didn't she say that you always need an exit strategy? He wasn't the least surprised that she left the way she did, he'd figured her for the type to slip out unnoticed and ghost into the darkness of the night. Leaving without saying goodbye was something they had in common. After all, hadn't he done the same thing to Aimee all those times he left for a job? He wasn't sure Parker even knew how to say goodbye, and he'd be willing to bet that most of the people in her life had never bothered to say it in favor of just up and leaving her behind. And maybe it was just his imagination playing tricks on him, but he could swear that she had held him a little closer that last night.

It took him a few hours after he realized that she was gone to notice his turquoise bracelet had vanished into the night with her. He wasn't mad though, he'd gladly let her have it if it made her feel better, gave her some way to hold on to everything she left behind. What she didn't know was that he kept a little piece of her too, nothing big, just enough for him to be able to look back and remember her, remember them.