A/N: My modem is on the blitz. My dad can't figure out what's wrong with the damn thing, and even my sister, a computer science major, can't tell what's wrong over the phone. I am in serious FS withdrawal, because I've only managed to tape static when I program the VCR, due to Adelphia's stupidity. So, on the bright side, and I know you're thinking, 'There's a bright side?' I've been churning out fic ideas. Well, more accurately, my sister has been churning; I've been madly typing at a lame 65 WPM to keep up. Don't laugh at me!
Disclaimer: Not mine. The song is "Next Year" by the Foo Fighters.
Archive: If you want it, we'll talk. Actually, just acknowledge me somewhere, ok? (kimmie@quincymail.com)
Comments, Questions, Rotten Eggs: Direct them toward the address above.
Summary: A song-fic. From John, to his sisters, who, through lack of knowledge, are going to be named Ana and Beth. I am so creative.
I'm in the sky tonight / There I can keep by your side / Watching the wide world wind / Round and round / I'll be coming home next year
John looked out at the beautiful expanse of sky. A song he'd liked on Earth came back to him. If he'd been keeping the dates right, it was pretty near Christmas back home. More than anything, after all the cycles of being away, he missed his family.
Into the sun we climb / Climbing on wings that burn white / Everyone's strapped in tight / We'll ride it out / I'll be coming home next year / Come on / Get on / Get on / Take it till I fall down / No one can find us now / Living with our heads underground
For a while it had been a new adventure, one that he hadn't planned to be living for over 2 years. Cycles, he corrected himself almost automatically. John's remorse at how he'd frelled things up here was almost a physical ache. Random images flitted through his mind: Crais's brother, Gilina, Scorpy, that PK spy, and everything else. Why was this universe so messed up?
Into the night we shine / Flyin' the way / We glide by / Catch me if I get too high / We're riding down / I'll be comin' home next year
God, he missed his family. Ana and Beth seemed like a distant memory. John didn't want to think of all that he'd missed how much they've probably changed. He still pictures the girls as he'd last seen them, 12 and 17. John couldn't believe it. Ana was in college now, and Beth had probably grown a lot taller. When would he see them again?
I'm in the sky tonight / There I can keep by your side / Watchin' the whole world wind / Round and round / I'll be coming home next year / Come on / Get on / Get on / Take it till I fall down / No one can find us now / Livin' with our heads underground / I'll be comin' home next year /
Now going home seemed like a lost cause, something that was never going to happen. John almost laughed, thinking about how much it meant to him, how he actually believed he'd ever see his beloved planet again. He would've laughed, if he weren't crying.
I'll be comin' home next year / Everything's all right up here / We'll fly through town / I'll be comin' home next year / Say goodbye (Repeat 4x)
I'll be comin' home next year / I'll be comin' home next year / Everything's all right up here / We'll fly through town / I'll be comin' home next year (Repeat 3x)
Aeryn stood quietly in the doorway. She wasn't sure how long she'd been watching John, but it seemed like forever. Aeryn wasn't sure what to do. It looked like he wanted to be alone, but with him, you never know. The ex PK watched the depressed human for a moment longer, before silently slipping away into the shadows. And John looked out at the stars.
Disclaimer: Not mine. The song is "Next Year" by the Foo Fighters.
Archive: If you want it, we'll talk. Actually, just acknowledge me somewhere, ok? (kimmie@quincymail.com)
Comments, Questions, Rotten Eggs: Direct them toward the address above.
Summary: A song-fic. From John, to his sisters, who, through lack of knowledge, are going to be named Ana and Beth. I am so creative.
I'm in the sky tonight / There I can keep by your side / Watching the wide world wind / Round and round / I'll be coming home next year
John looked out at the beautiful expanse of sky. A song he'd liked on Earth came back to him. If he'd been keeping the dates right, it was pretty near Christmas back home. More than anything, after all the cycles of being away, he missed his family.
Into the sun we climb / Climbing on wings that burn white / Everyone's strapped in tight / We'll ride it out / I'll be coming home next year / Come on / Get on / Get on / Take it till I fall down / No one can find us now / Living with our heads underground
For a while it had been a new adventure, one that he hadn't planned to be living for over 2 years. Cycles, he corrected himself almost automatically. John's remorse at how he'd frelled things up here was almost a physical ache. Random images flitted through his mind: Crais's brother, Gilina, Scorpy, that PK spy, and everything else. Why was this universe so messed up?
Into the night we shine / Flyin' the way / We glide by / Catch me if I get too high / We're riding down / I'll be comin' home next year
God, he missed his family. Ana and Beth seemed like a distant memory. John didn't want to think of all that he'd missed how much they've probably changed. He still pictures the girls as he'd last seen them, 12 and 17. John couldn't believe it. Ana was in college now, and Beth had probably grown a lot taller. When would he see them again?
I'm in the sky tonight / There I can keep by your side / Watchin' the whole world wind / Round and round / I'll be coming home next year / Come on / Get on / Get on / Take it till I fall down / No one can find us now / Livin' with our heads underground / I'll be comin' home next year /
Now going home seemed like a lost cause, something that was never going to happen. John almost laughed, thinking about how much it meant to him, how he actually believed he'd ever see his beloved planet again. He would've laughed, if he weren't crying.
I'll be comin' home next year / Everything's all right up here / We'll fly through town / I'll be comin' home next year / Say goodbye (Repeat 4x)
I'll be comin' home next year / I'll be comin' home next year / Everything's all right up here / We'll fly through town / I'll be comin' home next year (Repeat 3x)
Aeryn stood quietly in the doorway. She wasn't sure how long she'd been watching John, but it seemed like forever. Aeryn wasn't sure what to do. It looked like he wanted to be alone, but with him, you never know. The ex PK watched the depressed human for a moment longer, before silently slipping away into the shadows. And John looked out at the stars.