Anything

by thepurplewombat

Sad, sad one-shot. The LI here is not named, and I'm not going to tell anyone who it is. I have my favorite, but you can as easily see this as coming from your favorite LI if you want.

The plaque with your name on it is worn smooth. I've touched it so many times, all I have left of you, and the floor in front of the memorial wall is marked where I've paced.

They call you a hero, say you saved the world. As if that helps? As if I should be grateful? I don't care. I never asked you to be a hero. I never cared that much about the world.

I cared about you, and us, and the future we might have had together.

Let them keep their honors, their ceremonies and medals and endless celebrations. Let them have the world. The price was too high. I want it back.

I want you back.

I want to sit with you in the observation lounge, in the battery, in the office, in the cargo hold. I want to talk with you and laugh with you and steal kisses when we think nobody is looking.

I want to be a fool for you.

I would give anything, pay any price, to have you look at me and smile again, to have you touch me, kiss me, hold me close.

I want to know what your favourite colour is and why you became what you are. I want to know what you think of every stupid thing in the world.

We had so little time, my love, so little time and so much to do. All I have now is memories of you, your smile, your touch, your ridiculous dancing. Sometimes it's enough.

It's never enough. Every breath I draw is because of you and I would give them all to have you in the world again.