Fic: Home

Oh, fuck, I'm drunk. And think that's the most hilarious thing I've ever heard.

In other news, expect me to be halfway prolific this month. As opposed to any other time in existance that you've ever known me. As such, you get this incredibly sappy Sirius/James drabble that you should only read if you're absolutely obsessed with that pairing and gobble up anything that ever remotely hints at that relationship. Tomorrow, I promise, you'll get one of my better efforts.

Title: Home
Word count: 100
A/N: Sirius/James, written for the SiriusXJames yahoogroups December Drabbles - 12.2: all dialogue - challege. Also written with the end phrase in mind from that meme that was going around LJ a few months ago - and once again without me knowing who I stole the end line from.

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"Do you ever-"

"Do I ever what, Prongs?"

"Never mind."

"Tell me. You can't start a question and not finish."

"Do you ever miss home? I mean, do you ever wish you could go back?

"Padfoot? Sirius? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."

"It's not that, James."

"You don't actually expect me to believe that, do you? You said James, not Prongs. You never do that unless something's wrong. I shouldn't have asked. You don't have to answer."

"It's not that. It's just-I don't miss the house I grew up in. That isn't home. Home is where you are."