Title: We Enlightened Few…
Author: Carina Scott
Genre: Slash
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Warrick/Gil
Rating: FRT
Summary: Warrick thinks that the more things change, the more they stay the same.
Disclaimer: Please don’t sue, I’m just having a bit of fun. Will return the boys relatively unscathed.
Author’s Note: This is just my take on where Warrick’s mind might have been after the Presidential Election and the Proposition 8 issue. Enjoy!

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Warrick sighed as he looked at all the happy couples making their way to the numerous chapels along the strip. All of the happy, heterosexual couples, that is. He hated it. Not the fact that they were in love and about to embark on a journey that would forever change their life. He didn't begrudge anyone that. Everyone deserved to be happy.

But that was the thing. Everyone deserved happiness. Big or small, black or white, gay or straight. No one should be denied the inalienable right to be happy. But too many people had opted to keep him from his happiness. His true happiness, that is.

Looking down at the ring on his finger, Warrick was filled with both happiness and a profound sadness. Six months ago, in a small ceremony, witnessed by a select group of family and friends, Warrick and Gil had committed their hearts and souls to one another. The small, white gold band was a symbol of that commitment. It had been the happiest day of Warrick's life.

But even so, it was still tainted. He couldn't rush off all happy like a blushing bride or groom and emblazon on the back of his Tahoe, `Just Married.' Oh, he could, and they had, but it wasn't the same. And `Just Committed' didn't have the same ring to it. Sounded more like he should be heading back to an insane asylum rather than his going on his honeymoon. Bigotry and prejudice had tainted almost everything about their commitment ceremony. From the custom made groom and groom cake topper, to the `pastor' officiating the ceremony, to the fact that it was called a `commitment' ceremony in the first place; it was all lessened because of the close-mindedness of other people.

Warrick sighed. He was being unfair and he knew that. Barring the close-mindedness of those unnamed strangers, May 25th, 2004 had been the best day of his life. He had finally did the one thing he'd feared would never happen. He'd committed his heart, soul, and body to one person; and in turn Gil had done the same.

Still, while part of him was still reeling from the fact that Americans had overcome racism and elected a Black President, a larger part of him was weeping because in all of our enlightenment, many of us are still tumbling around in the dark.

END