Title: No One Left Behind
Word Count: 100 * 3
Characters/Pairings: Peter, El, Diana
Rating: PG
Summary: Neal's friends grieve after his death

Notes: I came up with the idea for the 'End of the World' prompt, but I didn't get around to writing it out in time.  For the next two prompts ('Sleepless' and 'Floating'), I still thought it could fit with some adjustment, but couldn't get a handle on actually writing it and it didn't help that it was too depressing.  For the amnesty round, I made a few more adaptations and put it together as three separate drabbles.

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When he was a kid, Peter sometimes wondered what the end of the world would be like.  An alien invasion of green beings, or a nuclear bomb sent over by the Soviets.  There would be panic in the streets, people yelling and screaming, begging for it to stop.  There would be a big explosion and then everything would disappear into nothingness.

That's how he'd always imagined it.

But as it turned out, the end of the world didn't come in a firestorm.  It came in the silence of a hospital morgue, watching Neal's still body lying on a metal gurney.

***

El lay in bed, her eyes open in the darkness.  Peter lay besides her, hugging her.  His breathing was uneven, and she could not tell whether he was sleeping or not.

She could feel the stirring of a new life inside of her.  A baby boy.  She could hardly believe the miracle.

If anything were to happen to Peter, she could see it now, the obituary would declare he was a diligent agent and a caring husband and father, survived by his loving wife and adoring son.  Who had Neal left behind?  No one.  Just a couple of uncaring parents.

***

Diana was at her desk reading witness statements.  Or rather, rereading them, for the fourth time in a row.  She couldn't concentrate.

"Hey." Clinton stopped at her desk.

He waited for her to look up, then nodded towards Peter's office.

Diana turned around to have a look.  Their boss was standing with his back to the bullpen, staring out the window.

She looked back at Clinton.  "He'll get over it."

"How do you know?"

She thought of Charlie.  He was her bodyguard and her friend, and he died saving her life.  "He will.  We all will.  We have no choice."