The Empty Hour

By Polly



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Notes: This kind of follows the theme Maaaaa and Spacepixell have already established, only it's from the POV of another member of MC. I didn't intend to write this but they inspired me, lol.

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Waking, he left the arms of Morpheus reluctantly, knowing there were no arms to hold him outside his dreams.

Lying alone - always and ever alone - in his bed, he wondered what it was like for Jim and Blair to awaken together. To have the first thing you see be the face of someone who loved you. To fight over the bathroom and share yawns over the coffee and laugh over spilled milk or dropped toast.

To feel secure. Wanted. Valued above all others.

With a weary sigh, Joel Taggart rose from his lonely bed and started his day.

Fin

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