Word Count: 100
Summary: The rain was only fitting on a day like this one.
Spoilers/Time Line: Set post series.
Warning: Character death.
Archive: Only with permission
Disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to C.C. and 1013 Productions. No copyright infringement intended and no money being made.
A/N1: Drabble written from the prompt (Reyes, Dana's crucifix) given by carinjo in this post.
It Was Raining
It was raining.
Only fitting. Monica ignored the others, their hushed whispers and covert glances as she gazed out the window. Their presence made no difference, not to her, and certainly not to Dana.
She fingered the cross that hung around her neck. She wasn't religious, but she'd never removed the cross that Dana gave her their first Christmas together.
She turned and walked across the room. Withdrawing her necklace's twin from her pocket, Monica kissed Dana's forehead before setting the cross on her chest. "Till we meet again, Dana," she whispered before leaving the chapel to mourn in private.
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