SPOILERS: End of Nerve
SUMMARY: A snapshot inside Aeryn's mind at the end of Season One's Nerve
COMMENTS: Story takes place during the final scenes of Nerve. Aeryn has been given the tissue sample. Zhaan and Chiana have left the room. D'Argo has opted to stay and watch over her, taking Aeryn's hand in his.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone who resides in the uncharted territories. Their creators are much more talented.
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I'm a warrior. I was born a warrior, I was trained a warrior, and when I die, I die a warrior. Fighting is what I do. Fighting is what I've lived for. I would go into battle every day of my life not knowing whether I would survive, simply trusting my skill to get me through. And yet here and now I've faced death and I'm scared. I don't want to die alone.
I look into his eyes and I see my own fears reflected in them. There was a time when I questioned his strength, his warrior instinct. I know now that I was wrong to question it. I know he would not hesitate to risk his life for ours. Nor would I for his. Yet here we are, one of us within death's reach, and each of us feeling something we've never felt before.
I suppose if I were in battle I would fight my way through. I would fight as hard as I could and if I faced death I would know that I gave my all.
Out here we don't always have the luxury of battle to give us that fight.
Being here on Moya has made me weak. Crichton would say it has made me stronger. I'm a Peacekeeper. I don't do emotion. I shouldn't be lying here, scared, with a fellow warrior holding my hand. I should be dying in battle, fighting for the only life I knew.
One of the lives I knew.
I miss that life. Not a day goes by that I don't miss being a Peacekeeper. But I'd miss this one, too. I'd miss these people. I'd miss this place. I'd miss this ship. I'm not ready to die, at least not without a fight.
I'm not ready to die alone.
SUMMARY: A snapshot inside Aeryn's mind at the end of Season One's Nerve
COMMENTS: Story takes place during the final scenes of Nerve. Aeryn has been given the tissue sample. Zhaan and Chiana have left the room. D'Argo has opted to stay and watch over her, taking Aeryn's hand in his.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone who resides in the uncharted territories. Their creators are much more talented.
***** ***** ***** ***** *****
I'm a warrior. I was born a warrior, I was trained a warrior, and when I die, I die a warrior. Fighting is what I do. Fighting is what I've lived for. I would go into battle every day of my life not knowing whether I would survive, simply trusting my skill to get me through. And yet here and now I've faced death and I'm scared. I don't want to die alone.
I look into his eyes and I see my own fears reflected in them. There was a time when I questioned his strength, his warrior instinct. I know now that I was wrong to question it. I know he would not hesitate to risk his life for ours. Nor would I for his. Yet here we are, one of us within death's reach, and each of us feeling something we've never felt before.
I suppose if I were in battle I would fight my way through. I would fight as hard as I could and if I faced death I would know that I gave my all.
Out here we don't always have the luxury of battle to give us that fight.
Being here on Moya has made me weak. Crichton would say it has made me stronger. I'm a Peacekeeper. I don't do emotion. I shouldn't be lying here, scared, with a fellow warrior holding my hand. I should be dying in battle, fighting for the only life I knew.
One of the lives I knew.
I miss that life. Not a day goes by that I don't miss being a Peacekeeper. But I'd miss this one, too. I'd miss these people. I'd miss this place. I'd miss this ship. I'm not ready to die, at least not without a fight.
I'm not ready to die alone.