Author: artic strawbehry Spoilers: none I can think of. I don't know when I comes either.oh well Discalimer: I own nothing but the plotline. The song is by evanescence.

I tried to kill the pain, But only brought more. So much more I lay dying, And I'm pouring, crimson regret, and betrayal. I'm dying, Praying, Bleeding, Screaming. Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost? My God! My Tourniquet, Return to me salvation. My God! My Tourniquet, Return to me salvation. Do you remember me? Lost for so long. Will you be on the other side? Will you forgive me? I'm dying, Praying, Bleeding, Screaming. Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost? My God! My Tourniquet, Return to me salvation. My God! My Tourniquet, Return to me salvation. Return to me salvation I want to die! My God! My Tourniquet, Return to me salvation. My God! My Tourniquet, Return to me salvation. My wounds cry for the grave. My soul cries, for deliverance. Will I be denied? Christ! Tourniquet! My suicide. -Tourniquet

Alone

Alone. I've never been alone- until now. There is no one. Zhaan has gone back to her planet, and D'Argo to his. Chiana got tired of being on the run, so she bailed on us, and Rygel's thrown was restored to him on Hyneria. And John, he's found a way back to Earth. In a few short arns, he will leave, and I will be alone. I sit, holding a dagger firmly in my hand. I don't think I could stand to be alone. I hear John at the door of my quarters. Turning, I still grasp the knife tightly, my lifeline. He eyes are drawn to it; soon realization sets in on his face. He remembers. He knows I can't be alone. He knows how it feels to be alone, to be lost. He knows how much it hurts, burns, aches. He walks to me slowly, steadily. When he's right in front of me, he reaches out and takes my hand in his. The knife in my hand and mine in his. The knife becomes our common link. He guides our hands between us. He looks from me to it, and back. His gaze settles on me, challenging me. He dares me to act. I meet his gaze evenly, not daring to blink. We stand in a silent showdown. I see the betrayal in his eyes and know it shines in mine equally as bright. I know his thoughts. How could I consider doing this, leaving him, he thinks. How could he leave me, I think. The expression in his eyes changes; he studies me, wonders, could she really go that far. He knows the answer. I'd rather die than be alone. He knows I will, wonders how to stop me. He knows how, but is torn. I hate myself, but I can't be alone. I see the battle raging in his mind. Am I worth giving up his world for? His hand releases mine; he turns away. It's too much for him. He's leaving. I turn the knife over in my hand. He turns back to me. I see the question in his eyes, will I go with him. My rationale says go, don't be left behind, but my heart belongs here. His face falls, it's back on him. My life is in his hands now. The hurt that his beautiful eyes betray, tears a hole somewhere deep inside of me. I'm causing him this pain. A voice inside my head tells me to go ahead, end his pain, he's better off without me. I can see in his eyes, through all the confusion, that he needs me. But the pain. He's in so much pain. I raise the dagger, he watches in seeming disbelief. In one fluid motion, I bring it down, into my chest. An explosion of blinding white light white and pain bring me to my knees. I feel his arms wrap themselves around me, the tears dripping onto my face. The light dissipates and I can see his face once more. With everything I have left, I reach up and stroke his face. "I love you, John, now do what you have to, I'm no longer alone."

The End