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just_muse_me: 10.1.6. Kate L. Bolsher quote
Monday, 22 December 2008 04:29 pm10.1.6. “Isn't it funny that at Christmas something in you gets so lonely for - I don't know what exactly, but it's something that you don't mind so much not having at other times.” - Kate L. Bolsher
Marc downed a double shot of straight vodka and squeezed his eyes shut as it burned his throat going down. He just needed something to numb that empty ache in his gut that he hadn’t been able to shake in days. Christmas was just four days away and he wasn’t spending it with anyone. Most of his work mates had family plans and it was too soon in his new life to have really connected with anyone who he would class as “special”. Harri was the exception but he hadn’t even touched on Christmas with her. It was too soon and she had a myriad of people connected to her now her best friend had hooked up with a new partner. Christmas was well and truly on the horizon but Marc was contemplating taking a sleeping pill to see the usually happy day away in an unconscious fog.
He was so homesick it was making him physically sick. He called in sick to work that morning pleading a migraine which wasn't too far off the truth. It was going to be the first Christmas he faced alone. He couldn’t call his Mum and Dad, he couldn’t call his brother, he couldn’t call Izzy, he couldn’t call Ali. He stood by the window and bit down on his lip in an attempt not to burst into tears. It was times like this that the choice to join the Secret Service deep undercover had him fuelled with regret. Most of the time he could pull it off. He had always been adaptable like that which is part of the reason he was recruited in the first place. His unorthodox approach to cases and taking down perpetrators had been the initial spark that caught the SS’s eye. He had the ability to fall in and out of disguises, accents, personas with ease and while this was always going to be a challenge, he hadn’t ever doubted he could pull it off.
( The thing he had doubted all along was breaking away from his family... )
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Word Count | 743
Marc downed a double shot of straight vodka and squeezed his eyes shut as it burned his throat going down. He just needed something to numb that empty ache in his gut that he hadn’t been able to shake in days. Christmas was just four days away and he wasn’t spending it with anyone. Most of his work mates had family plans and it was too soon in his new life to have really connected with anyone who he would class as “special”. Harri was the exception but he hadn’t even touched on Christmas with her. It was too soon and she had a myriad of people connected to her now her best friend had hooked up with a new partner. Christmas was well and truly on the horizon but Marc was contemplating taking a sleeping pill to see the usually happy day away in an unconscious fog.
He was so homesick it was making him physically sick. He called in sick to work that morning pleading a migraine which wasn't too far off the truth. It was going to be the first Christmas he faced alone. He couldn’t call his Mum and Dad, he couldn’t call his brother, he couldn’t call Izzy, he couldn’t call Ali. He stood by the window and bit down on his lip in an attempt not to burst into tears. It was times like this that the choice to join the Secret Service deep undercover had him fuelled with regret. Most of the time he could pull it off. He had always been adaptable like that which is part of the reason he was recruited in the first place. His unorthodox approach to cases and taking down perpetrators had been the initial spark that caught the SS’s eye. He had the ability to fall in and out of disguises, accents, personas with ease and while this was always going to be a challenge, he hadn’t ever doubted he could pull it off.
( The thing he had doubted all along was breaking away from his family... )
straight2point & agentsullivan referenced with permissionWord Count | 743
