Farscape: All You'll Ever Ask For
Written in response to a farscapefriday first lines topic.
Category: Again...all angsty John.
Spoilers: Through S2-Die Me Dichotomy
Rating: Hetch 2...for language
Words: 333
Disclaimer: Am not, never have been, affiliated with Henson, etc. Characters are not mine....I wish.
A/N: Must bow down to simplystars for the beta. Her input was invaluable.
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All You'll Ever Ask For
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
You've floated and soared in the dark, still wonder of infinity. From the heavens, you've smiled on the earth. So blue, so serene and familiar. Home.
But now here you are on a goddamn frozen planet, smack dab in the middle of a twisted nightmare that just won't stop, and you can't help but wonder...if He could create all this, why the fuck can't He answer just one of your prayers?
Just. One.
That's all. You don't think it's too much to ask.
It isn't like you've asked for much in your life, after all. Okay, maybe for Mom...but He didn't listen then, either. So what makes you think He's gonna listen now? Hope? Faith?
You won't even pretend that it isn't for yourself as much as for Aeryn. Hell yes, you want her to live again, because if she doesn't and you're left knowing you've killed her...you might as well just shove the knife in your own throat right now. No amount of grieving will dull the pain. No amount of time will erase that memory.
You'll be as good as dead but you won't go to Heaven.
And if you think Hell is where you've been since the moment she plunged through the ice...well, you just know down there in that overheated seventh circle all those other murderers, up to their necks in a river of boiling blood, are laughing their asses off right now.
But then again, what could be worse than this? Here, now.
If you were dead, maybe you wouldn't feel the guilt, the responsibility, the empty ache of despair and desperation. If you were dead, maybe the gaping, black hole that has been expanding inside you wouldn't fill with your weaknesses and failures. And you wouldn't feel as if you were drowning, too, as you stand by her coffin and try to keep yourself from keening.
One small miracle.
That's all you'll ever ask for.
You promise.
End
Category: Again...all angsty John.
Spoilers: Through S2-Die Me Dichotomy
Rating: Hetch 2...for language
Words: 333
Disclaimer: Am not, never have been, affiliated with Henson, etc. Characters are not mine....I wish.
A/N: Must bow down to simplystars for the beta. Her input was invaluable.
*~*~*
All You'll Ever Ask For
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
You've floated and soared in the dark, still wonder of infinity. From the heavens, you've smiled on the earth. So blue, so serene and familiar. Home.
But now here you are on a goddamn frozen planet, smack dab in the middle of a twisted nightmare that just won't stop, and you can't help but wonder...if He could create all this, why the fuck can't He answer just one of your prayers?
Just. One.
That's all. You don't think it's too much to ask.
It isn't like you've asked for much in your life, after all. Okay, maybe for Mom...but He didn't listen then, either. So what makes you think He's gonna listen now? Hope? Faith?
You won't even pretend that it isn't for yourself as much as for Aeryn. Hell yes, you want her to live again, because if she doesn't and you're left knowing you've killed her...you might as well just shove the knife in your own throat right now. No amount of grieving will dull the pain. No amount of time will erase that memory.
You'll be as good as dead but you won't go to Heaven.
And if you think Hell is where you've been since the moment she plunged through the ice...well, you just know down there in that overheated seventh circle all those other murderers, up to their necks in a river of boiling blood, are laughing their asses off right now.
But then again, what could be worse than this? Here, now.
If you were dead, maybe you wouldn't feel the guilt, the responsibility, the empty ache of despair and desperation. If you were dead, maybe the gaping, black hole that has been expanding inside you wouldn't fill with your weaknesses and failures. And you wouldn't feel as if you were drowning, too, as you stand by her coffin and try to keep yourself from keening.
One small miracle.
That's all you'll ever ask for.
You promise.
End