Disclaimer: Pixelberry owns all characters, I’m simply borrowing them
Author’s note: This drabble, ficlet, or whatever you want to call it, is proof that inspiration is random and insistent AF sometimes. This was inspired by the picture below of the ever handsome Derek Theler and a conversation with mrswalkerwrites about a very AU idea of Seth as a conman (thank you so much for letting me roll with this, A!). Will there be more to this? I have no idea. Maybe. Probably not. But this wouldn’t leave me alone so… enjoy?
Summary: Even the best laid plans can go awry…
His lips, the same she’d witnessed forming a grin so often before, were now pressed firmly into a slight scowl. Once bright blue eyes were a dull, steely blue-grey. They bore into her soul, radiating hurt and anger, and what she thought was maybe, quite possibly… heartbreak.
Sunlight glinted off the shiny metal cuffs clasped around his wrists. It was funny, she thought, how they almost appeared as mere accessories to his outfit, a classic black suit cut to frame him perfectly. A suit which, only hours earlier, she’d imagined hastily ripping off of him at the end of the night.
Dirty blonde curls, painstakingly smoothed down and held in place by layer after layer of gel, disappeared into the back seat of the police cruiser. Her chest ached at the sight, a thorn repeatedly piercing her heart.
She always knew it would end this way, ever since the sharply dressed, “tall dark, and handsome” cliche of an agent approached her months before. There was never supposed to be any other outcome; this had been the plan all along.
But the plan had gone far from smoothly.
Unexpected things had happened and feelings had formed. All of which left matters even more… complicated.
So, instead of feeling accomplished and proud as her many friends and colleagues congratulated her on a job well done, she was simply… broken.
He’d swooped into her life, turning it upside down in ways she never could have imagined and now he was gone, forever. All she could do was watch him be whisked away, wallowing in her hollowness, wondering how exactly she’d allowed herself to get here in the first place- and if she would ever recover.
– The End
