Some People
by Owl
DATE: April 8, 2001
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Sequel to "It's All About the Attitude." Reflection fic (ach, this is become a habit!).
FEEDBACK: I like it, I love it, I want more of it!
DISCLAIMER: "Dark Angel" belongs to James Cameron, Charles Eglee, and/or Fox. No Post-Pulse guys in black leather jackets were harmed during the making of this fanfiction. (Hehe, I stole that from Pooh Bah. Ironic, since Zack is a Post-Pulse guy who wears a black leather jacket.)
ARCHIVE: Ask and you shall receive.
5/12/02 Author's Note: I wrote this fic a while ago (back when Zack still had his own organs), but I realized I never posted it on FF.net. So here it is!
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Some people weren't meant to be together. And some people weren't meant to have anyone.
I guess I'm one of them.
Some people come home from work to open arms and candlelight. I come home to a trashy apartment and solitude.
Some people have found their soulmates. And some people don't have one. Because they don't have a soul. I guess I'm one of them, too.
Some people... But why worry about other people? I'm my own person. At least, I am now. At least, I think I am. Aren't I? Maybe I'm not. Maybe this is all a joke. No matter what you do, you'll still end up food for the worms.
So shouldn't I enjoy it while I can? As Joan Baez once said, "You don't get to choose how you're going to die, or when. You can only decide how you're going to live now."
I like that. I've found that the best advice always comes from dead people. Zack is always worried about survival. I guess I don't blame him for not wanting to die. I mean, it's not too high on my priority list either, but isn't it how you go that counts?
Zack may think he's the big bad protector, but I'm the one who keeps it all together. He was the victim of his own sentimentality once. Never again. It was something he detested in others and even more in himself. Frankly, I'm surprised that finding out he *had* sentimentality didn't kill him.
Anyway, after he got recaptured, he realized someone else had to know. So he chose me.
Do I feel special? Not really.
Should I? Well, that's your opinion.
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Feedback? Pretty please with a cherry on top?