Ain't No Love
By Fewthistle

Author's Note: Written for the Disappointments Challenge at the Livejournal Community T100. From the TOS episode of the same name.

Jack had left. Abandoned ship, like the rat that he was. But that wasn't fair, and she knew it. Some part of her had been expecting this, had felt it rushing up toward her, like the dull black of the asphalt as she tumbled from her bike when she was ten. Hard. Unforgiving.

Still, in the back of her mind, she almost expected him to be there, chair leaned back, face in shadow, two tumblers of Scotch on the desk. She stood in the doorway of the empty room, a sad smile on her face, then turned away to pack up the remains of Serena Southerlyn, ADA.