Parachute
She was like a parachute. There to save him, there to help him. John lay back, staring up at the starry sky, infinitely large and infinitely beautiful. She was always by his side on missions, always aware and always ready. She was of the few things that he lived for other than his new home, his new meaning. He sat up and allowed his gaze to glide over the forms of his sleeping team mates, until their eyes met. She rose quietly, making hardly any noise as she joined him. They sat together, watching the universe, and he knew he was safe. He knew she would save him.
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