New Fic: To the Victor Go the Spoils
To the Victor Go the Spoils
Fandom: Farscape
Rated: PG
Category: Double Drabble. Angst, John POV.
Season: Three.
Spoilers: Fractures; Infinite Possibilities, Part 2.
Summary: You win some, you lose some. Right, John?
Disclaimer: They’re mine, I tell you! All mine! Can I get a ‘Hell Yeah?’ No? Oh. Darn.
Note: This one is for Michael… And my own beautiful blue bitch.
xxx
God, I missed her.
I thought I could get by fine without her, but I was so wrong.
I mean, my replacement got the job done just fine, thank you, but somehow I felt incomplete without her.
Yeah, I know. That sounds like a line from a cheesy romance novel, but it’s true.
And man, is it good to have her back. It just feels right.
I suppose I have him to thank for that.
After all, without his sacrifice, I wouldn’t have her at all.
She’d still be lost to me.
I guess it’s fate, then.
The universe wasn’t big enough for two John Crichtons, and I lucked out.
I got her back.
To the victor go the spoils or some such thing.
I try not to think about how this all went down. It’s just too messed up.
All I know is I got her back, and it’s like she never left.
We’re partners again, just like before. Like we were meant to be.
Now, if only I could get that other little thing he took with him to do the same, I’d be golden.
If only he’d give me back Aeryn as easily as he did Winona.
Fandom: Farscape
Rated: PG
Category: Double Drabble. Angst, John POV.
Season: Three.
Spoilers: Fractures; Infinite Possibilities, Part 2.
Summary: You win some, you lose some. Right, John?
Disclaimer: They’re mine, I tell you! All mine! Can I get a ‘Hell Yeah?’ No? Oh. Darn.
Note: This one is for Michael… And my own beautiful blue bitch.
xxx
God, I missed her.
I thought I could get by fine without her, but I was so wrong.
I mean, my replacement got the job done just fine, thank you, but somehow I felt incomplete without her.
Yeah, I know. That sounds like a line from a cheesy romance novel, but it’s true.
And man, is it good to have her back. It just feels right.
I suppose I have him to thank for that.
After all, without his sacrifice, I wouldn’t have her at all.
She’d still be lost to me.
I guess it’s fate, then.
The universe wasn’t big enough for two John Crichtons, and I lucked out.
I got her back.
To the victor go the spoils or some such thing.
I try not to think about how this all went down. It’s just too messed up.
All I know is I got her back, and it’s like she never left.
We’re partners again, just like before. Like we were meant to be.
Now, if only I could get that other little thing he took with him to do the same, I’d be golden.
If only he’d give me back Aeryn as easily as he did Winona.