Timeline: Post series
Pairing: Tres/Abel (can be seen as very close friendship)
Rating: PG (to be safe)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my computer and my muses.
A/N: Thanks to my friend Hushpadd for betaing this. This is mah angstfic. Hope you like it!
He remembers. He's only standing here because he remembers. There's nothing now. Nothing left. His missions and objectives were all fulfilled long ago, and now his reason for existing is also gone.
He gazes at the sunset, finding nothing in it but the thought that Abel loved sunsets. And sunrises. But Abel would never see another sunset, nor a sunrise. Abel is gone. His reason for existing is gone. There is nothing more. Just him. Just him and the sunset.
He sits down on the ground, his back against the headstone. Small. Hardly noticeable. It's what Abel wanted. The sun dips below the horizon, leaving nothing but streaks of color in its wake. The moon is taking over, using the sun's last light to cast a glow.
Abel told him once that he reminded him of the moon. "You know, you're like the moon. You're always there, in the background, ready to help. Everyone around you is like the sun, and you reflect our light when we can't do it alone. You keep it from being dark."
He's not sure he knows what Abel meant by that. He rarely knew what the man was babbling about. He never minded though. And he'd give anything to hear him speak again, even about something so inane...
But he never would. Abel would never see another sunset or sunrise... And so, neither would he. He felt his systems shutting down, everything growing dark as the sun disappeared.
The moon cast an eerie glow on a small, fresh grave, and the redhead leaning against it, his eyes closed as though asleep.
A/N: Good? Bad? Sucky? Should I chop off my hands and send them to Antartica to be eaten by penguin's? Review!...Please? I'll give you candy!