Disclaimer: I don't own Andromeda or any of the characters. I'm just having some fun.
Author's note: This is the first of three short pieces about Christmas on Seefra. And yeah, I know it's not anytime near Christmas, but this just demanded to be written.
I'll be Home for Christmas
I'll be home for Christmas,
I hate Christmas. I really do. I wouldn't hate it so much, if I didn't love it so much.
Three years in this freakin' system, and not one single decent Christmas.
I hate Christmas. Although that doesn't explain why I can't stop singing this song.
You can count on me,
Stupid song. Sure, yeah, count on me all yah like.
Damn, I hate this holiday.
When I was a kid, I loved it. It was the one time of year that we could pretend to be normal. To be safe. Mom and Dad would make us stuff, but it wasn't the presents I loved. It was the whole thing. The atmosphere, the singing, the feeling of belonging and being treasured.
I haven't felt that feeling in a long time.
Please have snow and mistletoe,
I miss the snow.
After I left, I missed that miserable planet, more then I ever thought I would. But Beka was always good to me, you know. Always.
I though that would stay the same.
I really don't know when it changed, but it did.
Not just on Seefra, before that, I think. Somewhere along the line, I think that they forgot I was human. They started taking me for granted, just like you would a piece of machinery.
'Something broke? No problem-o! Mr. Harper'll fix it. After we give him some stupid three strike speech that is.' As if I wasn't working hard enough already.
Bastard.
Playing on my biggest fear.
God, I hate him sometimes.
And presents by the tree
I looked for them, you know. Every day, when I wasn't busy surviving, I looked.
When they found me, I though maybe they would be glad to see me. Guess I was wrong.
Was I ever wrong.
Christmas Eve will find me
Dylan's paying Beka and Rhade, you know. But me? Not a cent. I would do it for no money and they know that.
But it's just another example of how they take advantage of me.
I though that now they were back, this Christmas would be the best.
Where the love light gleams
There is nothing I can do. Just wait and watch. Watch my friends drink and destroy themselves.
Huh. After everything, I guess I do still consider them my friends.
It hurts more then they – then she – will ever know... watching them slowing kill themselves inside. Watching Beka slide farther away from me.
I guess there's not much I can do...
I'll be home for Christmas
Maybe this Christmas will be better. Maybe it will finally feel like home.
Guess I can dream...
If only in my dreams...