Farscape
Friday Drabble
Author’s Notes: This is in answer to a
challenge on Farscape Friday live journal. I wasn't sure about doing one, but Ixchup said that it might be good to do one set during my fic Harbinger
of Sorrow. So here it is. Hope you like it.
Setting: Season 4
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, we’d
have a Farscape Channel.
The metal was cool to his touch; it matched how he felt inside. Cold...numb. With its guts spread out before him, the
hollowness of its casing matched what he felt inside.
He could hear her before she reached the door. "Can I help you with
something?" he asked. He should be happy that she decided to check on him
after the way he screamed and punched the cabinet door, but he felt...nothing.
It was as if he were the same as the weapon in his hand...lifeless...only a tool, and God help him. He welcomed it.
Originally posted October 20, 2003