Disclaimer: I don't own them, yadda yadda yadda
Authors Note: This was just a short series I thought about while suffering from writers block in my other stories. (Fear not though, new chapters will be coming soon) Hopefully I have more ideas for this series.
By the way to read this you should see season two. Or at least the beginning of the series and know what happens.
Please read and review (Would you judge me if I said the reviews are like a drug?)
(Have I used that line before?) Anyway, on with the story...
Fear
Looking up from the floor my eyes first see the can of Sparky, held out towards me. No words are needed as she sits on the floor, passing over the can.
I open the Sparky and take a gulp of the fizzy liquid, this taste never gets old. We sit in silence me drinking and studying the Sparky can even though I've seen a million of them, and she sits beside and fiddles with a piece of equipment.
Finally I break the silence, unable to stand it and knowing this is one of the only people I can talk too.
"I'm scared"
She looks at me, sympathy in her eyes. "I know" she whispers, touching my knee gently.
I take a deep breath, award of the few cuts and marks on my hands as I hold the cold can.
"I don't want to die"
The small inhaler feels so heavy on my chest, the black cord like a hang mans noose.
"You're not going to die"
Suddenly I'm angry. "How the hell can you be so damn sure Beka!" I ask, "These things are going to eat their way out of me, I'm going to die Beka, I don't want to die"
Tears come to my eyes, I try to force them back but they fall anyway.
"Trance will find a cure" Beka assures me, the hand squeezes my knee.
"The only cure for this is death" I say, I hate the way my voice is so damn certain but growing up almost twenty years with Neitzschen's and magog, surrounded by death...
Declan and Siobhan's paralysed faces come back to me in memory.
"Don't say that" Beka's voice cracks as she pulls me into a hug; I place the can on the floor just in time as I fall backwards.
"Please don't let them come out of me," I whisper through the tears.
Beka's face is also stained with tears as she looks down on me,
"I don't want to lose you Seamus" she whispers, "You survived so much that you can't let this beat you."
I laugh harshly. "Ya know, when you picked me up, and when we found the Andromeda I thought I was finally safe from this."
"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, but I promise you we'll fix this" Beka hugs me tighter so it almost hurts.
"Don't make promises you can't keep boss"
"Hey I don't break my promises" Beka says, "So I promise you Seamus Harper, we will fix you"
I can't reply, my voice doesn't seem to be working but again no words are needed. We sit hugging, still on the Andromeda's floor, the Sparky can forgotten.
Authors Note: This was just a short series I thought about while suffering from writers block in my other stories. (Fear not though, new chapters will be coming soon) Hopefully I have more ideas for this series.
By the way to read this you should see season two. Or at least the beginning of the series and know what happens.
Please read and review (Would you judge me if I said the reviews are like a drug?)
(Have I used that line before?) Anyway, on with the story...
Fear
Looking up from the floor my eyes first see the can of Sparky, held out towards me. No words are needed as she sits on the floor, passing over the can.
I open the Sparky and take a gulp of the fizzy liquid, this taste never gets old. We sit in silence me drinking and studying the Sparky can even though I've seen a million of them, and she sits beside and fiddles with a piece of equipment.
Finally I break the silence, unable to stand it and knowing this is one of the only people I can talk too.
"I'm scared"
She looks at me, sympathy in her eyes. "I know" she whispers, touching my knee gently.
I take a deep breath, award of the few cuts and marks on my hands as I hold the cold can.
"I don't want to die"
The small inhaler feels so heavy on my chest, the black cord like a hang mans noose.
"You're not going to die"
Suddenly I'm angry. "How the hell can you be so damn sure Beka!" I ask, "These things are going to eat their way out of me, I'm going to die Beka, I don't want to die"
Tears come to my eyes, I try to force them back but they fall anyway.
"Trance will find a cure" Beka assures me, the hand squeezes my knee.
"The only cure for this is death" I say, I hate the way my voice is so damn certain but growing up almost twenty years with Neitzschen's and magog, surrounded by death...
Declan and Siobhan's paralysed faces come back to me in memory.
"Don't say that" Beka's voice cracks as she pulls me into a hug; I place the can on the floor just in time as I fall backwards.
"Please don't let them come out of me," I whisper through the tears.
Beka's face is also stained with tears as she looks down on me,
"I don't want to lose you Seamus" she whispers, "You survived so much that you can't let this beat you."
I laugh harshly. "Ya know, when you picked me up, and when we found the Andromeda I thought I was finally safe from this."
"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, but I promise you we'll fix this" Beka hugs me tighter so it almost hurts.
"Don't make promises you can't keep boss"
"Hey I don't break my promises" Beka says, "So I promise you Seamus Harper, we will fix you"
I can't reply, my voice doesn't seem to be working but again no words are needed. We sit hugging, still on the Andromeda's floor, the Sparky can forgotten.