Title: Mirror
Rating: PG-13
Author: weirdbagel
Pairing: Somewhat one-sided Hodges/Sanders
Warnings: Language, mild disturbing imagery
Summary: I decided to experiment writing David in the first-person POV. I hope I did well.

There was always something in everyone that mirrored a part of yourself. That's how Greg saw it. It was his mantra I guess. No matter what happened to him he looked at it as a chance to look deeper in himself. At first I thought it was kind of stupid; overly optimistic to the point of childishness. I found myself cringing and grinding my teeth. Biting my tongue against the words I wanted to scream at him. Do something! Fight back! Stop being a fucking doormat! But I never said those words, and he never fought back. Something told me even if I had, he wouldn't have done anything anyway. It went on like that for months. The lab was never quite the same after he came out. Everyone acted like Hell had frozen over. Greg Sanders was gay, and we were all going to die.

And then it hit me.

Greg was doing the one thing I had guarded myself against. I had slowly come out of my protective shell the longer I remained in Las Vegas, (It was by far the longest amount of time I had spent in any one place.) but I had yet to trust anyone with any knowledge of what lingered in my internal little closet. Right next to the "What the Hell Happened in L.A." crate was a box labeled "Homosexual" that I had chained, locked and shoved in the corner to collect dust. It was only then that I realized that I hardly trusted myself with said knowledge.

Greg mirrored every one of the little boxes I kept chained in my proverbial closet. Some had been open, some had not. But there they were, in all their glory, reflected in that unaffected grin of his that made the bile rise up in my throat.

I suddenly wanted to break that mirror; that grin; that man. That fucking bastard who shoved my insecurities in my face and didn't even realize it. I wanted to hurt him more than I'd ever wanted to hurt anyone. More than any ex-lover or kid who beat me up in school. Even more than my father. I wanted to hurt him for being so goddamned perfect.

Everyone was a mirror of everyone else; but I wasn't ready to admit that I really wanted to hurt myself...