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A/N: This ficlet was inspired by Roguie's (Danae Bowen) Locked Away. This is Moya's perspective.

All Alone

By: Jean Gray

Moya reached out again, hoping this time the response would be different. It wasn't. Her Pilot was gone, the Den empty. The DRDs sat motionless awaiting commands for what to do next. Moya searched her passageways for a sign of life. Aeryn was not in the cargo bay working out. John was not in the maintenance bay working on his module. Rygel was not in the central chamber eating. D'Argo was not in command to decide where they would go next. Sikhozu was not wandering Moya trying to learn about a live Leviathan. Noranti was not in the galley attempting to cook. Chiana was not trying to find her niche. Scorpius was not in his cell. Their belongings were there, but they were not.

She continued her search. There was nothing. No laughing. No fighting. No crying. No tenderness. No anything. There was nothing but silence.

Moya wondered what happened to her crew. She would go on without them. To them she had been home, protector, friend and mother. She knew that Pilot could not survive without her sustaining nutrients. Where had he gone, who had taken him? Had John found Earth or had he decided to make a new home here with Aeryn? Did Aeryn ever have her baby? Did Chiana find her brother? Did Rygel ever return to his rightful place as Dominar of the Hynerian Empire? What became of the others? Were their hopes and dreams ever fulfilled? Moya wondered if she would ever know.

She continued to search the emptiness for a sign of life. All she found were the bats. There was no one to share her travels with, no one to share the wonders of the universe. Pilot had been her friend and confidant for almost seven cycles. When she had first awakened to find him there she had been angry and upset. The Peacekeepers had forced her to accept him. The first four cycles had been full of pain for Pilot. Finally, Pilot had grown tired of the pain and had ripped apart their bond. Those had been a scary few arns for Moya. She had been alone, with no one to talk to, much like she was now. Fortunately he had chosen to rejoin with her.

She and Pilot had shared so much. He had shared her joy when they were freed from the Peacekeepers; her joy when Talyn was born; her sorrow when Talyn was stolen; her joy when they learned former Peacekeeper Bialar Crais had done an excellent job raising Talyn; her pain when she had been badly burned; her sorrow when the retrieval squad injured Talyn; her joy at being reunited with Talyn and the rest of her crew after nearly half a cycle; her sorrow when Talyn went mad and fired upon her; her sorrow when Talyn's higher functions were disabled; her fear when the Peacekeepers captured her; her sorrow when Talyn starburst in the hangar, apparently destroying himself and Crais; her sorrow burying her son; the trauma of being sucked down a wormhole; the joy of reuniting with her crew; the trauma of Tormented Space. Pilot had shared all these experiences and more. She had also shared these experiences with her crew. She had learned so much from them. They were a diverse group that had come to be a family. She had always enjoyed serving others.

Now their voices were silent. Perhaps forever. She continued searching for signs of her friends, her children. They hadn't even said goodbye.