Wish You Were Here
Author's
Notes: This was done
for Farscape Friday challenge. Thanks to Kernezelda
for the quick beta.
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it were, I'd have a Farscape channel.
There was nothing to mark the beginning of the day. Only muted silence from the
guards as they clustered nervously in the doorway.
Surprise, quickly followed by anger, was his response when they hesitated,
failed to move quickly aside as he approached to the cell. A stern shove and he
was in the room. His silence joined theirs. What adorned the floor was black
and dried, though it had once been red. He knew enough to read, 'Wish you
were here'.
Turning away, he spoke softly, words edged with grief. Not only out of respect
for a rival, but for knowledge now lost forever. "Dispose of Crichton's
body discreetly, then report to me."
His voice remained soft, but assumed a chill. "I would like to know how he
obtained the weapon under your watch."
Originally
posted July 07, 2004