A very belated drabble for Law & Order 100, because I didn't get the idea for the challenge until about two weeks after it had ended. And my first venture into Mothership fanfiction. Cliché-ly enough, it's…Jack x Claire, post-Aftershock.

Hey, what can I say? I'm a sap.

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In the morgue, he reaches down and gently takes her hand. He feels the limpness. The ice.

He remembers the last time he held her, touched her, kissed her. The passionate fire between them. How warm she felt the last time he held her in his arms.

It's not like that anymore. Now, she feels so, so cold.

And so far away.

"Jack," someone nearby says.

He feels a hand touch his shoulder. That hand feels cold to him, too.

He closes his eyes.

Then he lets go of Claire's hand. It falls down—dead, cold. Like her.

Like them.


For some reason, this seems a little…eh. I don't know. Maybe it's just cause it's my first time playing with the folks of the Mothership?

(Heh. Mothership. That's such a funny name.)

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