"Majority votes in favor of repealing the last four amendments of the Occupational Labor and Health Act, effective immediately."
Scott clenched his jaw and had to physically fight to keep his face blank and professional. Sitting out the rest of the Senate session was an act of automatic nods and choked murmurs to the people around him. When the doors opened, Scott was the first one out of the room. He didn't even bother to bring his things—he lived here. He could get them later.
He didn't recognize where his feet were taking him through the angry haze until he was met with a cell door. He blinked around at the dark hallway where he stood alone, breathing in the musty smell of marble and dust.
He almost laughed when he realized why he was here, staring down at the pair of handcuffs lying forgotten in the corner of the tiny cell. He could still picture Mitch sitting there, curled up in a ball pressed against the stone. How could he forget that image, when his brain forced him to relive that moment of horror every couple of nights, between the other scenes of Mitch being dragged off the train, kicking and screaming and crying out for Scott to hurry please Scott help me please but Scott was too slow or too far and by the time he got there he could only see the lifeless eyes staring up at him from the ditch—
Scott took a shaky breath and sat down in the hall, still staring at the spot where he could almost see Mitch. He almost wished he could go back to that day two years ago when he had literally felt his heart stop when Matt crashed into his office, panting and wide-eyed and gasping to hurry, Scott—but no. He wouldn't wish that day on anyone else again, especially for what? His selfish desire to have Mitch home again?
To pull him close and wrap him up in his arms so no one could ever even think of trying to take him away from Scott?
To just kiss him one more time?
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A Reunion of Lips
FanficSequel to Seven Levels Below--if you don't read that first, this isn't gonna make much sense! There were fingers digging into his shoulders, trailing down his spine, smoothing over his warm skin. He sighed and relaxed into the touch for a few minute...
