Word Count: 266
A/N: Okay, this chapter isn't much. But the next chapter is a crossover and is about 2000 words. I've had it done for a while but...well, I'm pretty lazy when it comes to typing. You may have noticed, I make a lot of mistakes and blah blah. It's just boring, typing a lot. But I'll try to get it done soon. I don't know if anyone will like it, since it is a crossover, but I'm pretty fond of it myself.
There's one universe where Ford never meets Arthur. He never comes to earth. He never has an adventure as grand as he might. He's happy enough, mostly, but when he dies he's alone, and lonely, and has been lonely for a long time and he doesn't even know what he's missing.
Some places are better than others. In one, it's Ford who comes to earth and goes to a party and picks up a human, and it's strange because Arthur is not his type, not at all. But it works, it really does. Maybe they save the world and maybe they don't.
Sometimes the most obvious thing happens. Arthur is a human, from earth, and he's not meant to live in space. He's killed, then, by accident or murder or maybe he falls to some ultra-subtle space disease that his human body has no hope of fighting. However it happens, that doesn't matter, but it does happens. And it's horrible and tragic and it crumbles a place in Ford's heart that's more human than he ever realized.
Somewhere they make it and somewhere they don't. When they're happy or when they're sad or when they live happily ever after or not so much; that's only important in those places. But here, now, in this very place, this Ford and Arthur are the way they should be. In this moment, Ford has Arthur, Arthur has Ford, and this universe is calm. And whether turmoil comes or goes or waits for the perfect moments to strike doesn't matter. There is only the here, and the now, that matters.