TITLE: Death of Innocence
AUTHOR: Scratch
SERIES: none
PAIRING: D/B
RATING: PG(-13)
ARCHIVE: Yes for D/B archive, anywhere else ask.
SUMMARY: Short story.
DISCLAIMER: The named characters do not belong to me, neither does the setting, and I am not stealing only inflicting angst. Please do not sue me, as my parents would end up paying and I wouldn't hear the end of it...
A short story written in 20 minutes. Not the happiest piece I've ever written, just to warn you. Please r/r.
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The sobs oozed through the ship, rebounding on the smooth walls of the Andromeda, scarred occasionally with weapon fire marks. The woman's pain grew louder as Dylan moved closer to the source of the distressing noise. He turned a corner to find Beka folded in a heap on the floor. He strode over promptly and crouched by her side. It was only then that he saw the reason for her cries.
Beka held in her arms the small mangled body of their only child. The little girl was lifeless, and for reasons only too obvious to Beka, and now her lover. The girl's neck hung backwards at an unnatural angle. Her face was covered with bruises, and the clothes, which enclosed her body, showed the remains of the weapons fire that had taken her life.
Not noticing his presence at first, Beka was informed by the quick intake of breath, followed by deep heavy breathings from the man sitting next to her. Looking up with her tear stained face she shook her head, before returning to cradling her little girl. Dylan let tears roll down his face like they never had before, as he gently touched Beka's hair, then ran his hand down the side of her face and into the red hair of his daughter. He slipped his arm under her neck and stretching his arm round the front of Beka, slid her legs over his other arm. Stumbling slowly to his feet, he began the long trek to the medical deck, stopping before he turned. He transferred all the weight of his daughter to his right arm.
"Beka, we can't let them, this, we can't..we..can't let it tear us apart."
"But Dylan, I can't..why?" her speech dissolved into tears as she followed him to her feet. She grabbed his hand, and looked him in the face.
And it was at that moment that they both realised they would not live another day together without seeing their daughter in the face of each other.
But maybe that was a good thing.
AUTHOR: Scratch
SERIES: none
PAIRING: D/B
RATING: PG(-13)
ARCHIVE: Yes for D/B archive, anywhere else ask.
SUMMARY: Short story.
DISCLAIMER: The named characters do not belong to me, neither does the setting, and I am not stealing only inflicting angst. Please do not sue me, as my parents would end up paying and I wouldn't hear the end of it...
A short story written in 20 minutes. Not the happiest piece I've ever written, just to warn you. Please r/r.
==^==
The sobs oozed through the ship, rebounding on the smooth walls of the Andromeda, scarred occasionally with weapon fire marks. The woman's pain grew louder as Dylan moved closer to the source of the distressing noise. He turned a corner to find Beka folded in a heap on the floor. He strode over promptly and crouched by her side. It was only then that he saw the reason for her cries.
Beka held in her arms the small mangled body of their only child. The little girl was lifeless, and for reasons only too obvious to Beka, and now her lover. The girl's neck hung backwards at an unnatural angle. Her face was covered with bruises, and the clothes, which enclosed her body, showed the remains of the weapons fire that had taken her life.
Not noticing his presence at first, Beka was informed by the quick intake of breath, followed by deep heavy breathings from the man sitting next to her. Looking up with her tear stained face she shook her head, before returning to cradling her little girl. Dylan let tears roll down his face like they never had before, as he gently touched Beka's hair, then ran his hand down the side of her face and into the red hair of his daughter. He slipped his arm under her neck and stretching his arm round the front of Beka, slid her legs over his other arm. Stumbling slowly to his feet, he began the long trek to the medical deck, stopping before he turned. He transferred all the weight of his daughter to his right arm.
"Beka, we can't let them, this, we can't..we..can't let it tear us apart."
"But Dylan, I can't..why?" her speech dissolved into tears as she followed him to her feet. She grabbed his hand, and looked him in the face.
And it was at that moment that they both realised they would not live another day together without seeing their daughter in the face of each other.
But maybe that was a good thing.
