Warning: This story involves the events of September 11, 2001. If you find this distressing, stop reading now. Also, this is a slash story. And be warned, there is strong language used.
Authors note: I live in New York City. On the morning of September 11, 2001, I took my daughter to school, and then went to work like any other day. It wasn't until I arrived at work that I found what had happened. I was lucky, I didn't lose anyone I knew, though of course I know people who did. As some people write deathfics to try and exorcise the trauma of something in their own life, this story is my attempt to come to grips with my experiences and feelings on that day.
A special thank you to my friend LAWV for reading this before I dared to post it
