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Brought to you by the number 100 and the letter five. *insert snicker for David Duchovny, Jeff Goldblum, and SNL Celebrity Jeopardy *

Right. So 100 and five . . . as in five drabbles . . . nevermind. Just read it.

Origin: No. Freaking. Clue. Thus is my Muse.

Disclaimer: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- No. The show wouldn't make nearly as much sense if I was in charge. Trust me on that.

He left today and I don't know why.

He breezed into the station with his usual fanfare and swept me up in a kiss that stole my senses and my breath. Barely coherent when he let me go, I only stayed up because my desk was behind me. I could fall back an inch and no one was aware of the fact that my knees had become jelly.

And then he left.

Said he'd be back soon and not to worry.

Wouldn't tell me where.

Why couldn't he tell me?

What took him away without a reason?

I miss him.

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