timeseer
By Voleuse

Timeline: post-"Crichton Kicks"
Pairing: John/Chiana
Notes: First line stolen from Rainer Maria Rilke.

I am you, anxious one.

Time stops when your face appears
different though it may be.

You look like dren when you don't shave, Crichton.

Look to me, love, and find a treasured past.

Trust you to find the nearest tralk to get attached to.

Think again, bitch.

Time slows, stutters, stops.

It hurt like hezmana, and I couldn't stop--couldn't stop them.

I didn't even see them, before the pain.

I couldn't see them during.

Look into my eyes, and see your warped reflection.

Why weren't you there, Crichton? I needed you.

Why weren't you there?

finis