~BSG: Borrowed Time
Title: Borrowed Time
Author: kastari
Summary: Everything has an expiration date. Even the president of the Twelve Colonies.
Characters: Ishay, Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 200
Author’s Note: Written for the 43rd ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Another POV
Thank you, frakcancer, for allowing me to use your turn of phrase.
Original Fic Link: Hourglass
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Borrowed Time
I saved him.
Well, not really. I’m just a medic. I kept him alive long enough for you to shine. That’s my job. Savior is yours.
She’s another story altogether.
I can’t save her. I’m just a medic. You’re the doctor. But you can’t save her, either.
I never imagined she’d need saving.
None of us did.
I don’t.
You won’t.
He can’t.
Believe.
The diloxin won’t save her.
We poison her anyway, with her permission.
Her time is borrowed. But you and I both know you can’t borrow time. You have it or you don’t.
She doesn’t.
Purposeful sleeplessness-he won’t leave her bedside.
Tender voice.
Gentle touch.
Soft kisses.
Tragedy.
All great love stories are.
She hates this place, wants to be home.
Home is with him.
I can’t save her. I’m just a medic.
There is no cure.
I know it.
You know it.
He knows it.
So does she.
We’re all lying to each other, pretending to believe in miracles.
Time runs out.
I can’t save her. I’m just a medic.
You and I need to send her home.
When she’s gone he might forgive our failure, but he will never forget.
We didn’t save her.
~finis~
Author: kastari
Summary: Everything has an expiration date. Even the president of the Twelve Colonies.
Characters: Ishay, Adama/Roslin
Rating: T
Word Count: 200
Author’s Note: Written for the 43rd ar_drabbles challenge. Prompt: Another POV
Thank you, frakcancer, for allowing me to use your turn of phrase.
Original Fic Link: Hourglass
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in Universal’s sandbox.
Borrowed Time
I saved him.
Well, not really. I’m just a medic. I kept him alive long enough for you to shine. That’s my job. Savior is yours.
She’s another story altogether.
I can’t save her. I’m just a medic. You’re the doctor. But you can’t save her, either.
I never imagined she’d need saving.
None of us did.
I don’t.
You won’t.
He can’t.
Believe.
The diloxin won’t save her.
We poison her anyway, with her permission.
Her time is borrowed. But you and I both know you can’t borrow time. You have it or you don’t.
She doesn’t.
Purposeful sleeplessness-he won’t leave her bedside.
Tender voice.
Gentle touch.
Soft kisses.
Tragedy.
All great love stories are.
She hates this place, wants to be home.
Home is with him.
I can’t save her. I’m just a medic.
There is no cure.
I know it.
You know it.
He knows it.
So does she.
We’re all lying to each other, pretending to believe in miracles.
Time runs out.
I can’t save her. I’m just a medic.
You and I need to send her home.
When she’s gone he might forgive our failure, but he will never forget.
We didn’t save her.
~finis~