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dS Flashfic - "To Do the Work and Let It Go" (Elaine, PG)
Title: To Do the Work and Let It Go
Author: H. Savinien
Disclaimer: due South and its characters belong to its creators and their respective actors.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 300
Summary: Elaine comes home from work. Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ds_snippets prompt:
"To bear and not to own;
to act and not lay claim;
to do the work and let it go."
--Tao Te Ching, in translation by Ursula K Le Guin
***
Officer Besbriss took off her hat and hung it up next to her coat. She kicked off her shoes toward the mat beside the door, missed a little, and didn't care. Unslinging her holster, she checked her gun, and slid the whole thing into the safe with her star and cuffs.
Elaine pulled her bobby pins out, losing a few behind the table as she dumped them in the dish on top, and combed her fingers through her hair, loosing a cloud of staticky curls and easing the pull on her scalp. She was exhausted; worn from a week of other people's pain, fear, and anger.
Elaine was Officer Besbriss outside the walls of her apartment in her blue cloth armor, behind a brass and nickel shield - a voice, a hand, a pair of feet for the law. For everyone's hurts and pettiness, sorrows and irritation, she bore up and did the things that kept the world turning as well as it could, doing her best to judge whether a sharp word or a kind one would best serve.
Inside, she was Elaine, with sore feet and a crick in her neck and three hours worth of paperwork to ignore 'til tomorrow and Chinese takeout in the fridge from two nights ago that was probably still good. She stuck a tape in the VCR and curled up on the couch with shitty lo mein and The Addams Family because weird comedy and a screwy but loving family were what she needed. Right before the family reunion scene, she paused it, dumped the lo mein carton in the garbage and the fork in the sink next to this morning's cereal bowl and pulled the nearly empty carton of mint fudge ice cream out of the freezer. Time to let everything go.
Author: H. Savinien
Disclaimer: due South and its characters belong to its creators and their respective actors.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 300
Summary: Elaine comes home from work. Written for the
ds_snippets prompt:"To bear and not to own;
to act and not lay claim;
to do the work and let it go."
--Tao Te Ching, in translation by Ursula K Le Guin
***
Officer Besbriss took off her hat and hung it up next to her coat. She kicked off her shoes toward the mat beside the door, missed a little, and didn't care. Unslinging her holster, she checked her gun, and slid the whole thing into the safe with her star and cuffs.
Elaine pulled her bobby pins out, losing a few behind the table as she dumped them in the dish on top, and combed her fingers through her hair, loosing a cloud of staticky curls and easing the pull on her scalp. She was exhausted; worn from a week of other people's pain, fear, and anger.
Elaine was Officer Besbriss outside the walls of her apartment in her blue cloth armor, behind a brass and nickel shield - a voice, a hand, a pair of feet for the law. For everyone's hurts and pettiness, sorrows and irritation, she bore up and did the things that kept the world turning as well as it could, doing her best to judge whether a sharp word or a kind one would best serve.
Inside, she was Elaine, with sore feet and a crick in her neck and three hours worth of paperwork to ignore 'til tomorrow and Chinese takeout in the fridge from two nights ago that was probably still good. She stuck a tape in the VCR and curled up on the couch with shitty lo mein and The Addams Family because weird comedy and a screwy but loving family were what she needed. Right before the family reunion scene, she paused it, dumped the lo mein carton in the garbage and the fork in the sink next to this morning's cereal bowl and pulled the nearly empty carton of mint fudge ice cream out of the freezer. Time to let everything go.
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