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
