DC Headcanons 2: Electric Boogaloo

Trauma

"If you just did your job, January 6th would've never happened."

DC signed off on some paperwork, and put it in the pile, picking up another paper off the pile and beginning to read, ignoring the gnawing pain of hunger in his stomach.

It was fine. He had some coffee this morning. He'd survive another hour. Or two. Or three.

"But...s-sir...."

"Oh and how wasn't it your fault? Tell me, The Federal Government, how it wasn't your fault?"

DC began flipping through the papers, reading the new proposals from several politicians in the senate, eyes blurry and head ringing, but determined to get this done.

"I-I don't know...."
"Exactly. You don't know. Because you weren't working. You were out with those assholes you call your 'boyfriends', real cute by the way I thought I raised you better then that, and this happened."

He began signing the papers in the packet, ignoring the way his hand shook, not noticing people had entered his office.

"Dee?" Came a soft voice, and DC glanced up to see his partners looking at him from the other side of his desk, concerned.

"What's up?" DC muttered eyes snapping back to the paper.

"I....."

"Just admit it. Just say it was your fault. It was your fault several politicians almost lost their lives. It was your fault Trump was out of control. It was your fault the election went the way it did. It's your fault your mother's dead."

"..........."

"Well?"

"It's all my fault."

"Sugar, you need to eat. You've been home three days and been stuck in this office the entire time." Texas announced. DC shook his head and continued signing the papers.

"I'm fine. I have work to do." DC muttered finishing his signatures on the packet and putting it in the done pile. He reached for another, but Louisiana was quicker, grabbing it from the fed's hands.

"Loui what the hell!" DC yelled.

"DC. You need a break." Louisiana said, his voice firm and tight. DC gritted his teeth and glared at his boyfriends.

"I don't need a break. I need to work." DC announced.

"Say it. Say the full sentence."

"I nearly caused several politicians to die on January 6th, I couldn't control Trump or the election, I killed....I killed mom."

"Good. And what are you going to do about it?"

"Work."

"No Dee!" Florida yelled desperately. "You need a break! What happened back in Washington? Did someone say something to you?"

"If something said somethin', I'll go up there and kick their asses." New York announced and DC knew his boyfriend meant it.

"It's nothing, okay? It's nothing." DC huffed sitting down in his chair. "I...I just lost my priorities."

"Your priorities aren't to work like a fucking robot!" California screamed.

"God you're such a useless waste, you know that? If only your sister was a boy, then she could've been the federal government and we could've left you off to die somewhere."