A/N: This short fic(I would call it a drabble but it's too long) was inspired by another short piece that I read(Fragments of Memories). I liked the piece, it was nothing amazing very simple, but not bad. I was a little disappointed by the ending. I don't know why, it was a good idea but my brain rebelled. I actually wrote this backwards. I wrote ending 2 then ending 1 and then the beginning. The piece was actually written for the two endings so if the first part isn't very good, excuse it.

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own the Dragonriders of Pern series. I don't own any of the characters in this piece, either.

In Closing (Continuation)

At first F'lessan had thought very little of the summons, he'd been called frequently over the past few weeks. He'd merely assumed that it was the healer reporting on his mother's condition.

He'd been summoned so frequently that he'd taken to staying at Benden again, making the occasional trip to Honshu but leaving the Weyrhold, for the most part, in the care of Tai.

He was quite surprised when he arrived outside his mother's weyr and there was no healer waiting for him. Golanth further stunned him by informing him that it had been Lessa herself who had called.

Frowning, F'lessan flipped back the curtain and stepped into the sleeping rooms. Lessa lay under a small pile of furs, glancing in his direction. She looked so frail that he didn't want to believe that this was his mother. She and his father had done the impossible. She'd always been so strong, so unbreakable.

Yet, not completely unbreakable, he knew. When his father had passed she cried, in private, but he knew that a piece of her had gone with F'lar. Her decline had begun immediately after F'lar's death. He walked briskly toward her and sat in the chair that had been there for weeks.

"Golanth said you called," F'lessan took her thin hand in his.

It wouldn't been much longer, he could see it in her face. He hadn't expected her to even last this long after his father's death. She declined so rapidly after his father's passing. He'd known for a long time that it would happen this way, he was losing one parent right after the other.

Still, he'd always denied that they were growing old, the great Benden Weyrleaders didn't age. Then again, that was what everyone had said about Master Robinton. He knew that the Weyrleaders had lived longer than they themselves had expected. The two had been well prepared to parish before the Pass had ended. Yet, they'd overshot that milestone and lasted several years past then end of Thread.

His parents had fought for so much, won so much, even defeated Thread indefinitely and here they were beaten by age. It was sad, his heart felt heavy in his chest as it had felt almost always recently.

His mother and father had long ago given up their positions, though they never lost the respect. They'd always been sought for, by their younger replacements, for advice. Now their advice and guidance would be gone.

"Mother, is there something you wished to speak with me about?" He leaned closer.

"F'lessan, my son," She cupped his cheek with the hand he wasn't holding, "I miss your father."

He nodded, understanding what she meant.

"I wanted to tell you," She murmured, "I'm proud of you."

He blinked, slightly surprised having not expected that statement.

"Your father was, too. We were always proud of you, even when it didn't seem like it." She smiled. "We loved you, very much. Despite my designating your care to someone else, I loved you. It was simply impossible for me to give you the attention you needed, the care and love. You would have felt worse had I not let another raise you. But you should know that we, your father and I, did love you and we cherished every little moment we could spend with you."

F'lessan smiled, nodding.

"I regret, sometimes, not raising you myself, not being a proper family. Perhaps, that's my holder blood speaking, but I haven't been a holder for a long time." She chuckled, low and raspy. "That girl you found yourself to run that Weyrhold of your's with you, she's nice. Perhaps I should have met her more than a few times, after all she's your weyrmate. I never saw the children you had with her much either." Lessa shrugged. "It's too late now though, huh? I regret that too, not really knowing the woman you love."

F'lessan shook his head, "No, certain affairs got in the way, time slipped away from us."

Lessa laughed, "Time, the only thing that could defeat F'lar and I."

"F'lessan?" A voice called from the door, as they turned Tai entered the room, "Golanth told me…"

He waved, gesturing that she bring a seat.

"We were just speaking of you," Lessa said softly.

"Oh," Tai smiled, "What a coincidence." She paused and then slowly spoke again. "Many people have been to see you I hear."

"Yes, many just in the past week, like with F'lar when the healer said he was declining," Lessa looked away, sadness in her eyes. "Jaxom and Sharra came the other day. Menolly, Sebell, F'nor and Brekke too. Many people have been to see me. It all makes me so tired." Her lids drooped, "I'm sorry I'm babbling."

Tai looked at F'lessan, he was gazing at his mother, grief already seeping into his gaze.

"It's alright, mother," F'lessan squeezed her hand gently.

"I'm very tired, F'lessan. Will you stay until I fall asleep?"

"Of course," He said, his heartache leaking into his voice.

"So very tired," Lessa murmured, closing her eyes. "Goodbye, F'lessan."

Outside Ramoth shrieked, F'lessan knew that she had leapt into the air and was going between forever. The dragons keened their grief at the lose of the gold.

F'lessan drew in a breath, "Goodbye, mother."

A/N: I'm slightly disappointed, I think it fell apart a little at the end of this part. But there are two more parts to go.

In the next two parts I would be very happy if you read the A/Ns at the beginning, especially the last part. It isn't needed but it might help.