To the Victor Go the Spoils
Rated: PG
Category: Double Drabble. Angst, John POV.
Season: Three.
Spoilers: Fractures; Infinite Possibilities, Part 2.
Summary: You win some, you lose some. Right, John?
Disclaimer: They're mine, I tell you! All mine! Can I get a 'Hell Yeah?' No? Oh. Darn.
Note: This one is for Michael… And my own beautiful blue bitch.
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God, I missed her.
I thought I could get by fine without her, but I was so wrong.
I mean, my replacement got the job done just fine, thank you, but somehow I felt incomplete without her.
Yeah, I know. That sounds like a line from a cheesy romance novel, but it's true.
And man, is it good to have her back. It just feels right.
I suppose I have him to thank for that.
After all, without his sacrifice, I wouldn't have her at all.
She'd still be lost to me.
I guess it's fate, then.
The universe wasn't big enough for two John Crichtons, and I lucked out.
I got her back.
To the victor go the spoils or some such thing.
I try not to think about how this all went down. It's just too messed up.
All I know is I got her back, and it's like she never left.
We're partners again, just like before. Like we were meant to be.
Now, if only I could get that other little thing he took with him to do the same, I'd be golden.
If only he'd give me back Aeryn as easily as he did Winona.