Threshold: The Last Time (Molly/Julian)
For Sheera, who was craving fic ^.^'
The last time she saw his face, he had just shot a man who would have killed her. He looked at the gun in his hand, bemused despite the situation, and looked at her. His glowing file passed through her mind amidst the chaos, and the fact that he had decided to turn his gift of healing to killing saddens her. But can one truly call it murder when it is a matter of survival?
The last time she felt him near her was when he snuck into her home, replacing the coffee he had spilled before. An apology. That he did not bother her shower made her feel relieved and sad at the same time.
The last time she found evidence that he was still alive was when an information miner forwarded her a picture of an older man slumped over a chair, dead from a knife-thrust to the neck. Fenway confirmed that he was an alien.
The last time she thought of him was two minutes ago as she crawled into bed.
The last time she saw his face, he had just shot a man who would have killed her. He looked at the gun in his hand, bemused despite the situation, and looked at her. His glowing file passed through her mind amidst the chaos, and the fact that he had decided to turn his gift of healing to killing saddens her. But can one truly call it murder when it is a matter of survival?
The last time she felt him near her was when he snuck into her home, replacing the coffee he had spilled before. An apology. That he did not bother her shower made her feel relieved and sad at the same time.
The last time she found evidence that he was still alive was when an information miner forwarded her a picture of an older man slumped over a chair, dead from a knife-thrust to the neck. Fenway confirmed that he was an alien.
The last time she thought of him was two minutes ago as she crawled into bed.