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Again, for 15minuteficlets.


Word is uncomfortable.

A Boiler Room fic, Chris/Seth. And yes, I realise I'm the only person to have seen this film. *g*


It isn’t a familiar sensation, to him.

Hell, he owes nothing to no one. Isn’t that the point of this? A job, a new city, a place away from his parents and his old life. No ties. None but neck ties that cost him more than the first suit he owned.

So a few people get screwed over. So what? That’s life in the big shitty. He’s sick of being shat on. Sick of it always being some other guy that has the balls to stand up and say “Hey! *I* matter! *I* come first!” Now it’s his turn to take.

And maybe sometimes it’s not the whales that he’s catching. Maybe he’s losing money for someone that can’t afford to get it lost. Little fish in the big blue sea, lost and overwhelmed, playing with something too big for them to handle.

Valuable lesson there, kid. Trust no one. Always liked that Mulder guy.

So why is it that Seth makes him feel uncomfortable? Makes him feel that maybe he should care about the little people. Maybe there’s more to life than number one.

Uncomfortable… uses the word to pretend it’s not guilt.

Signs, packs, runs. Feels like maybe he’s done something worthwhile, something right. Misses the Feds by less than a minute.

Now what?

Fuck Seth, anyway.

Yeah.