Kal Penn and Olivia Wilde

No bashing intended. I wrote this fic with purely innocent intentions. See bottom for further details.


Handle With Care

Taub,
    
When Ты read this I’ll already be gone, so I’m going to address everything that needs addressing and put this note somewhere I hope Ты can find it.
    
I’m not going to say the things people usually do in these notes. I’m not going to talk about why I did it. I’m sure that’s the Вопрос burning in everyone’s minds right now, but that’s not what’s most important. It will be done, and knowing why won’t do...

I know I need to stop killing Thirteen (my last three fics here she's been dead), but I just had the idea and I couldn't not write it.


I’m Sorry

I’m sorry Ты had clinic duty at that particular moment. I’m sorry he wouldn’t just take the medications without testing them on someone else first. I’m sorry someone else didn’t volunteer instead of you. I’m sorry Ты had to test those particular treatments. I’m sorry they didn’t blow up the Стена just a little bit earlier. I’m sorry he didn’t get cold feet at the last minute. I’m sorry Ты died earlier than Ты were supposed...