Written for tw100 Challenge #222 on LJ - Prompt: Immortal Sins
Rating: PG-13 for implied sexual situations

Summary:His sins are largely forgivable, another immortal's are not.


He'd danced the horizontal tango across the millennia. Human, alien, tentacles, it didn't much matter.

He'd admit to a few bad choices. The Virgin Princess of Kolarmohaanas; how could know that he'd violated that planet's one unbreakable taboo? Stalin, now that was a doozy. But he'd ended it when he realized exactly who he was dealing with.

John Hart, of course. But the worst of all was the Doctor, his only unrequited love. He'd finally gotten the message when he woke up abandoned on Game Station.

Frankly, a dozen roses and a 'it's me, not you' memo would have sufficed.