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A Lake in Maine; Time to Go;

A Lake in Maine

Word count: 93 Time: probably a good while post-Fractures Moonlight on the water, rippling silver and black. She watches him sitting on the end of the pier. "Been wanting to show you this for a long time ..." Then he grins. "And I know what you’re thinking, too. 'It's a puddle', right?" "Actually," she says slowly, "I was thinking how beautiful it is." She sits beside him, the metal canister in her hands, uncertain. "This *is* the right place, isn't it?" "Yeah ... It’s what I'd have wanted, anyway. For what that's worth." She scatters the first handful of ashes into the lake.

Time to Go

[Just to explain, Claudia Black's semi-spoilerish remarks at Farscape bboard post #11144 and my paranoid finale speculations at Farscape bboard post #11152 somehow ganged up in my brain and turned into a ficletini, which is therefore probably incomprehensible out of context. I deny all responsibility ...] Disclaimer: not mine, not making any money out of 'em. Length: 94 words "She takes time," he'd said, the other guy. But there was no more time. Deja vu all over again, bags stowed, no excuses left, searching the ship for her. When he finally found her, wedged against a bulkhead, arms wrapped round her knees, he couldn't ask. Just waited. "I can't." A shrug. "Can't watch you die. Not again. And I can't  - give you a reason to stay. They need you. Your people. If the Scarrans - " Then, quite gently: "You have to leave now." Start up the engines. Time to go home.

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