Archiving: Tamsin wouldn't sulk...

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!drabble, for International Saiyuki week. Reposting from my own journal.


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On the day the psychological profiling test results came back, Tamsin returned home without really being aware of travelling from the university to his apartment, and collapsed on the couch to stare blankly at the dark TV. Eventually, he picked up his cell phone and dialed Keiran's cell number.

It rang once.

He thumbed the End button and cut the call.

Like Keiran would give a shit. Three fucking years and he hadn't bothered to call.

Slouching down, he tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. There was a long, jagged crack running diagonally across the living room. Bits of stucco occasionally drifted down to land in his food or soda. He traced it from end to end and back again, seeing the cracks in his life, in his plans.

He could have lied.

He could have hacked the results.

He could change his name, change cities, change schools. He could still get his degree.

But it wouldn't be his. Wouldn't be worth it.

The thin plastic case of the cell phone creaked in his hand, plastic groaning a warning. With an effort, he forced his fingers to unclench.

Idiots. Stupid fucking government idiots. Couldn't see past the ink on their paper. He'd been happy playing by the rules. But now?

Now they were going to pay.

A slow smile slid across his face as his gaze turned to his computer.