Fandom: Sue Thomas: FBEye (General)
Characters : Tara Williams, Lucy Dotson
Prompt: 030. Death
Word Count : 426
Rating : PG
Summary: Tara goes to a funeral.
Notes: So I broke my prompt promise which was to go in order. Oh well. Also, this is not a major character death. As much as I would have loved to write one, this was what popped into my head.
All my prompts (thus far) are separate, stand alone pieces.
My Damn Table.
She picks out her dress with a smile. It's in the back of her closet, and normally doesn't come out unless she really is feeling self conscious. The dress is a deep purple, and somewhat modest yet it fits her perfectly while not being too revealing or too sexy. It's just right, and hides the stomach that she hates and that thought has her laughing. As she heads out the door she tries to hold back the laughter. Tara, she tells herself firmly, you are going to a funeral. The funeral is being held at some hotel and she's not quite sure why she's going. An FBI agent was killed on the job, and this was his funeral. She hadn't actually known him herself, but he had worked with their unit before she had arrived. She felt guilty as people shared their stories about this amazing man, and she didn't really have anything that she needed to do. So that was how she ended up on a quiet weekday evening going to a funeral.
"Hey Tara!" Lucy smiled and went up to her.
"Hi," she greeted back somewhat meekly. After all, this was a funeral.
"Tara, hun, you realize your dress is purple?" She looked down at her dress and watched it swish around her legs as she shifted her weight.
"I know." She shrugs. She doesn't understand why Lucy is looking at her like she's grown another head or something. "What?" she asks and crosses her arms defensively across her chest.
"Why are you wearing purple to a funeral? I know you have black clothes.." Lucy trailed off and tugged at her own lightweight black scoop-neck sweater.
"Lucy, I don't believe that funerals are for mourning. Well, they are, but not in the sense you're thinking. Funerals should celebrate the persons life, not their death! That is what we are doing. Everybody is here because they knew him. They're not talking about how awful the sting went, but what a good father he was. How he had one dimple or something..you know what I'm saying? When I die, I don't want people to cry. I'm also going to forbid black at my funeral. Nobody is allowed to wear black at my funeral."
Lucy blinked and nodded. It did make sense. "You really have thought a lot about this, haven't you?"
She breaks away from Lucy's gaze and whispers,
"With this job, how can you not?"
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