Neelix
By Rasbit
Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Paramount. So there.
It's over now.
I think, deep down, I've known that it would end for a long time. Love can't go unnourished for too long; without sustenance it can only wither... wither, and eventually die. I suppose we were all looking for a happy ending. We are so fortunate in many aspects of our lives that we don't consider the possibility that one day, it just won't happen. The two of them had pulled off so many miracles and last minute saves between them that we expected them to be able to do it one more time, pull one more rabbit out of the hat, finally find happiness.
Why? Why, why, why? Why didn't it work? Why didn't they try harder? Why didn't we do something?
I'm not usually this gloomy, but love is a precious thing. When any spark dies, it's a time for mourning. For us, this one is even more so. We've watched it so long, waited for it for so long, wished for it for so long, that now it's gone, we don't know what to do. No one even mentions it anymore, as if the topic is too sacred for them to discuss. I miss the jovial speculation I used to overhear... the silly rumours that no one believed in but everyone hoped were true... the way all eyes would follow them when they were together. It was our way of amusing ourselves and finding normality on this crazy voyage. I may be morale officer, but I could never come up with anything as morale boosting as that relationship and our connection to it. I find myself wishing that something different had happened. I catch myself staring into space, wondering if I personally could have done something different. Changed something. Helped them realise. I'm supposed to be able to help people. It's my job.
I think I failed.
They may act as if they don't have a care in the quadrant, but I know the truth. This is hurting them both. I think it's hurting them both.
It might be even sadder if it hadn't.
By Rasbit
Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Paramount. So there.
It's over now.
I think, deep down, I've known that it would end for a long time. Love can't go unnourished for too long; without sustenance it can only wither... wither, and eventually die. I suppose we were all looking for a happy ending. We are so fortunate in many aspects of our lives that we don't consider the possibility that one day, it just won't happen. The two of them had pulled off so many miracles and last minute saves between them that we expected them to be able to do it one more time, pull one more rabbit out of the hat, finally find happiness.
Why? Why, why, why? Why didn't it work? Why didn't they try harder? Why didn't we do something?
I'm not usually this gloomy, but love is a precious thing. When any spark dies, it's a time for mourning. For us, this one is even more so. We've watched it so long, waited for it for so long, wished for it for so long, that now it's gone, we don't know what to do. No one even mentions it anymore, as if the topic is too sacred for them to discuss. I miss the jovial speculation I used to overhear... the silly rumours that no one believed in but everyone hoped were true... the way all eyes would follow them when they were together. It was our way of amusing ourselves and finding normality on this crazy voyage. I may be morale officer, but I could never come up with anything as morale boosting as that relationship and our connection to it. I find myself wishing that something different had happened. I catch myself staring into space, wondering if I personally could have done something different. Changed something. Helped them realise. I'm supposed to be able to help people. It's my job.
I think I failed.
They may act as if they don't have a care in the quadrant, but I know the truth. This is hurting them both. I think it's hurting them both.
It might be even sadder if it hadn't.