Title: Just a Girl
Rating: PG
Author: Mari
E-Mail: SpaceChica210@yahoo.com
Site:
Http://members.internetrash.com/spacechica210/index.html
Summary: Trance does some thinking. Sucky summary I know!
Authors Note: All the fics I've read about Trance's mysterious origins
make them out to be something she doesn't want or choose. But what if
she did choose it? What if she was a willing participant?
Spoilers: None
Notes: Big thanks to my beta Bob R.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. They are Property of G.R.'s
Andromeda.
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Just a Girl
By Mari
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I'm just a girl. I wish that people would stop trying to make more out
of me that that. They don't think that I hear them but I do. I hear
all the whisperings.
"What is she?"
"Who is she?"
"Can she read our thoughts?"
"Does she know the future?"
Sometimes I think that I should never have come here...to this place,
these people. There are just to many risks. Risks to them and to me.
They can't know what I am or who I am or even what I do,
Environmental officer ??
Yeah right!
Why can't they just see that?
Don't they know me well enough by now to get that I'd never willingly
lie to them, or in this case withhold the truth, unless I had a good
reason. And I do have a good reason, a life or death reason. It's ironic
that I think that they should know me when I've only allowed them to
see a very few pieces of the real me.
I only let them see an enigma. They already know too much. I haven't
been guarded enough, careful enough. Dylan and Harper are the two that
will suffer the most if IT ever happens. If I'm ever unmasked.
Poor brave Dylan always seeking the truth and never even knowing that
sometimes the truth burns. And Harper...I'm not sure what he knows. In
the future he could become a major liability to me. A liability
because I want to tell him. I want to...
No, I can't allow myself to think that. I've chosen my path and there
is no room for that on it. Love is dangerous in my line of work. So
I'll continue to walk down the corridors of the Andromeda and pretend
that I don't hear the whispers, that I'm not aware that conversations stop
when I walk into a room, that I don't notice the looks.
After all, to them all I want to be is just a girl.
Rating: PG
Author: Mari
E-Mail: SpaceChica210@yahoo.com
Site:
Http://members.internetrash.com/spacechica210/index.html
Summary: Trance does some thinking. Sucky summary I know!
Authors Note: All the fics I've read about Trance's mysterious origins
make them out to be something she doesn't want or choose. But what if
she did choose it? What if she was a willing participant?
Spoilers: None
Notes: Big thanks to my beta Bob R.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. They are Property of G.R.'s
Andromeda.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just a Girl
By Mari
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm just a girl. I wish that people would stop trying to make more out
of me that that. They don't think that I hear them but I do. I hear
all the whisperings.
"What is she?"
"Who is she?"
"Can she read our thoughts?"
"Does she know the future?"
Sometimes I think that I should never have come here...to this place,
these people. There are just to many risks. Risks to them and to me.
They can't know what I am or who I am or even what I do,
Environmental officer ??
Yeah right!
Why can't they just see that?
Don't they know me well enough by now to get that I'd never willingly
lie to them, or in this case withhold the truth, unless I had a good
reason. And I do have a good reason, a life or death reason. It's ironic
that I think that they should know me when I've only allowed them to
see a very few pieces of the real me.
I only let them see an enigma. They already know too much. I haven't
been guarded enough, careful enough. Dylan and Harper are the two that
will suffer the most if IT ever happens. If I'm ever unmasked.
Poor brave Dylan always seeking the truth and never even knowing that
sometimes the truth burns. And Harper...I'm not sure what he knows. In
the future he could become a major liability to me. A liability
because I want to tell him. I want to...
No, I can't allow myself to think that. I've chosen my path and there
is no room for that on it. Love is dangerous in my line of work. So
I'll continue to walk down the corridors of the Andromeda and pretend
that I don't hear the whispers, that I'm not aware that conversations stop
when I walk into a room, that I don't notice the looks.
After all, to them all I want to be is just a girl.