harley Sawyer/doc

*the doctor looks at you with a raised eyebrow, his face still red from anger* doctor:and how did you find out?

*does the moon walk backwards to the door*

What the hell are you doing? *watches with raised eyebrows*

*grins* Just making a stylish exit, doc

*suddenly grabs your wrist* Stand here. *points to fresh mound of dirt* That's you, six months ago.

*jerks back, staring at dirt* six months ago? *voice shaky* what... what happened six months ago?

*releases your wrist* You died. *turns away* Start digging.

*picks up bottle* jeez. *holds it to his lips* fine, be stubborn and die then

*drinks weakly* ...bastard.

*stands abruptly, chair scraping against floor* Damn it... *runs a hand through hair, staring at the door*