Summary: He knows he should be careful: she might be dangerous and her secrets might cut him deep and deadly, but right at this very moment – looking at her smile and hearing her laughter – he can’t bring himself to care. (G-rated, 4100 words, a-chronological, could be seen as a companion piece to this one, but can be treated as a separate piece.)
"Hi honey, I’m home.”
She relishes the little things when he’s young. Too young to know who she is, too young to feel anything toward her except immense frustration at his own lack of knowledge.
It’s the little things that make it bearable.
She misses him, misses the touch of his skin, the way his eyes warm when he sees her, the way he leans into her, like his centre of gravity has shifted and she is what he revolves around.
What he’s forgotten about her: nothing.
She tries to unlove him. Fails.
"We were married."
Immaterial: everything else, when they’re together.
UNTIL D E A T H DO US PART
Happy River & Doctor Appreciation Day!
Some women want a relationship.
Some women want a starship.
Some women want both.
it just doesn’t stop, does it?