A/N: Just a one-time shot, or whatever those things are called. Nothing amazingly stunning, just Bean and Petra talking about Bean's to-be death. Review? XD

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Bean was pacing again, his tall form slightly stooped from having to bend down in the room, waiting for his death. Petra sat and watched him, thinking about how quickly he disregarded the fact that his life, like it or not, was drawing to an end.

Finally, she couldn't stand it any longer. "Bean," she said. He paused and looked at her. "Sit down with me."

"Petra," he began wearily, knowing what was coming. "I need to walk."

"No, you don't. Sit with me," she insisted.

He did so, languidly, knowing that the slower he was, the more he'd piss her off. He grinned to himself. God, he loved her. It was a shame that he wouldn't get a chance to love her long enough.

"I think we need to talk," Petra said.

"Really now? Peter sent you to force me to do things again?"

Petra grimaced. "You know I don't listen to him. He's smart and all that, but one hell of an arrogant ass."

Bean couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't laugh," she reprimanded. "Please."

He went still, knowing that she was going to talk to him about his impending death again.

"We have so little time left," Petra whispered, taking his hand. "And all you do is pace the room, wearing down our carpet. I want to do something with whatever time remains to us. Bean…"

"We've done everything we can," Bean murmured. "We've saved the world together. We've saved each other. We've vacationed pretty much everywhere. We've stored a dozen embryos in the freezer for when I go away."

Petra lowered her head, remembering. It had taken them a long time to discover whose hands their babies were in, and by the time they had, they were too late. And so they had extracted more from her, kept even more heavily under guard than before, because to lose them again would kill her.

That wasn't her concern right now, though. Her concern was of Bean. Of how he was distancing himself from her a little more every day. She knew it was just him preparing himself for that inevitable moment when he was to die because of his genetic heritage, but it still hurt. She wanted him close to her. She wanted him to hold her.

"I miss you, Bean," she said.

Bean raised an eyebrow. "I'm right here."

"You know what I'm talking about."

"Petra." Bean stood up and kneeled down in front of her. "Look. I love you. You love me. So let's be a happy family."

"Please, that's a stupid kid's show song."

"The point is, if you love me, we're going to have forever. No matter when I die."

"But you're going to die soon. And I don't want that."

"Since when have our wants counted for anything in life?"

"Since now."

"Don't play games with yourself." He kissed her. "Each day just brings me closer to what's supposed to happen, anyway, whether I like it or not. It's okay. Really."

And he looked her in the eye, and in that moment, she believed that it might just be so.