Title: When We Fight

Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue.

Warning: General spoiler for the series; 2nd POV - Travis

Notes: Beta'd by my drunk!me - if there are any mistakes please let me know.

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A lot of the time you have absolutely no idea why the two of you were fighting.

A lot of the time you have absolutely no idea what you've even said.

But that time, that time all you remember is how quickly the wrong words were out and how quickly the flashes of pain and hurt and betrayal were replaced by a chilling anger. And instead of blue eyes, you were looking down the barrel of a gun.

You froze – as did everyone else in the station.

No one moved, no one breathed, no one answered the phones or finished what they were writing – they all. Just. Stopped.

You have ten seconds to take it back, Wes whispered.

And you couldn't even take in the breath needed to speak.

Wes pulled the hammer back.

But then the captain was there and he was slowly taking away the gun and then everyone was moving all at once. People were shouting and the phones were screaming and Wes was being handcuffed and you still couldn't talk.

A lot of the time you have absolutely no idea why the two of you were fighting, or even what you've said. You just wish that time had been different.

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End.