Bloodless Beheading
by Lacrimula Falsa

Disclaimer: All praise the Great Bird of the Galaxy. I do not own any part of the StarTrek franchise/universe. First rule of fanfiction: Never make profit. I adhere to it.

Summary: Lore told himself, for a long time and with almost religious insistence, that he felt nothing for the humans that created him. It should have been easy to keep that up, watching as his father beheaded him and took him apart, while his mother watched. It didn't really change anything that she was crying, did it? (One-shot, double-drabble.)

A/N: I was encouraged to write more about Lore. So here you go.


Lore told himself, for a long time and with almost religious insistence, that he felt nothing for the humans that created him. Certainly not love.
Quite the opposite. (Though if the true opposite of love was indifference, he hadn't quite reached it, for he certainly felt wrath.)

When the day came that he had secretly almost dreaded and he was shut off, the darkness didn't swallow him as expected.

Instead he watched, floating above the scene, as his father took his head off and his body apart, with his mother standing to the side.

He told himself that he felt angry, if anything. Just like he had felt only anger for so long now.

Some small part of Lore's mind registered the crestfallen expression on his creator's face, and the almost gentle movements with which his body was pulled apart.
Some small part of Lore's mind registered the tears running down his mother's face.

("Mother", he had never quite been able to disassociate that word and Juliana.)

He wanted to shout at her that her tears were useless and how dare she pretend to care when she never had.

It didn't really change anything that she was crying, did it?


A/N: It was ridiculously hard to stick to the two hundred words limit. (Duh.)