Prologue
It was over. He had given her freedom, and in doing so, had lost her for
himself. It made a kind of poetic sense. The short time musician turned to leave
for home, alone and disgraced. Then a voice called out from the house.
"Please don't stop playing Fry."
There, several rows back sat the one for whom he had made and broken the
diabolical deal. She smiled warmly in a way he never remembered having seen before.
In truth, the smile had appeared before during his delusions of robothood and
during the periods of time lost to the chronoton leakage.
"I want to hear how it ends."
He sat and slowly began to create a final, simple scene.
Fry came down from the stage to meet her in the aisle.
"Leela, does..."
She hushed him with a finger.
"You've been saying how you feel all night. I'd like a chance, just for a bit."
Leela reached out and held Fry's newly returned hands. She had made up her mind
how to do this, and she was going to do it right, damn it.
"All this time, I was never sure of my feelings. Until recently, when I was in
that coma. I realized the truth, and I should have told you this a long time
ago."
She took a deep breath.
"I'm in love with you."
It took all of Fry's self control not to leap for joy. He reached into his
pocket and pulled out a small case. Leela's heart kicked up another notch. The
delivery boy was ever hopeful, wasn't he?
"In that case, will you marry me?"
He opened the case, revealing to his captain's surprise and fond amusement, a
diamond scrungie. Somehow the silliness and reminder of a fate that was already
hers elsewhere took away the tension she had been feeling.
"Of course."
Disclaimer: I don't own Futurama, and acknowledge it's rightful ownership by Mom
Corp. But if I DID own Futurama, you can bet there'd be more shirtless
Globetrotters and exploding hoverbikes.