Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: I Will Harm None

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

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The house is very quiet after Sally leaves. Maybe it shouldn't be; after all, she was hardly at home at all any more, between classes and ceremonies and nights spent out with her peers. This is a deeper silence, a foreboding one.

It's a silence that grows as the days and then weeks pass by with no word from her daughter, or from the base commander, or from anyone about what is happening. She gives her English lessons, and her singing lessons, and reads the paper, saving the crosswords for last. And she watches the news.

Two weeks after her daughter disappears, there's a blurb on the early morning news about an incident that occurred at the Tannery UESN armed forces base. The report is very brief, and very hazy on the details. All the news anchorman can report is that it was yet unknown whether the disaster was accidental in nature, or some form of bioterrorism, and that although hazardous materials were released into the environment, containment was put in place quickly and that there were no civilian casualties.

The report goes on and advises citizens to stay inside for the day, and to report any suspicious strangers immediately.

There is no further mention of the incident, not in the evening news, nor in the newspapers the next day. It is all hushed up so quickly, and so effectively, that she wonders if it was a mistake that it was ever in the news at all.

One week later her daughter comes home. Her lab coat has been laundered, but still bears faint stains.

She comes in, and puts down her military-issue bag, and takes off her coat. The light has gone from her pale blue eyes, leaving them slate-gray and haunted. Her mother sits on the couch, and waits, and Sally comes over and sits beside her, and finally puts her red-gold head on her mother's shoulder.

She strokes the twists of hair falling down her arm, and says nothing. She knows her daughter won't be allowed to tell her. She knows her daughter isn't free. So she doesn't ask.

Finally, Sally breaks the silence. "I don't want to be a doctor any more," she whispers.

Her mother puts an arm around her gently, offering what comfort she can. Sally slides off her shoulder, and lays her head in her lap. And cries.