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Author's Note: Can I just say that "And Jesus Brought a Casserole" is 
probably one of the saddest episodes of any show I've seen!? If anyone 
didn't like it, you're crazy... I applaud all actors and actresses in 
this episode (including Jess's little brother, Joshua.). I'm not a huge 
fan of POV stories, but I just felt it was right to write one now. I 
hope you enjoy it. If you ever want to e-mail me just to talk about the 
show AND/OR the actors, please feel free. :)

Til It Be Morrow

I felt the bullet pass through me and I felt my body hit the ground. 
But my mind was somewhere else...somewhere distant...somewhere happy. 
Everyone got along. Logan sat with Krit talking about the first time 
we met, Sketchy was hitting on Sil, Zach and Herbal were discussing 
Herbal's favorite thing, philosophy, and Cindy was chillin' with the 
whole group.

Logan and I went back to his apartment. The whole place was lit with 
candles, with soft music playing. We started kissing, then groping, 
and soon our clothes were on the floor. It was perfect.

Then the raven flew in. And lying on the cold ground I realized that 
it was just a dream, a wish. One that I saw spilling across the forest 
ground along with my blood. Everything I had to look forward to with 
Logan. We just found each other and now I'm having difficulties finding 
myself, finding my mind. I should have told him I loved him. What if 
he doesn't know?

Suddenly I'm being lifted up. I turn my head and see his beautiful face. 
His worried face. I smile and say his name. I'm so glad he's here with 
me. Now I don't have to go through it alone. Even a genetically enhanced 
killing machine needs someone to hold their hands once and a while. 
Logan, you have to know...

"I'm sorry."

"No, no, no, no. No. I'm gonna getcha outta here. Okay? It's gonna be 
alright." He sounds scared.

"There's something I gotta tell you... something I should have said a 
long time ago."

He tells me it can wait. But I know it can't. The blood soaking his 
hands proves me right and him wrong. Everything's not going to be 
okay. I have to say something else... but I'm so weak. Breathing 
is becoming a problem now. Logan don't let me die. I want to live. 
I changed my mind...I'm going to stay with you and let the others 
go after Manticore. I don't want to die. Logan don't leave me... 
I'm so scared now. I want to cry, but my body's to weak to even 
dispense a couple tears.

"Logan..." I love you. Why can't I say it?! It's right there at 
the tip of my tongue. I love you.

My breath is all but gone. As my life is slipping away, I remember to 
when his was slipping from him. Lying next to him in his hospital bed 
with my head on his chest, we shared a dream. A dream where he stood 
and we danced.

We never got to dance. I'm sorry Logan. We'll meet again someday somewhere. 
We will dance again. We'll dance and be happy.

I can't see anymore, but I can hear him calling my name and... is he 
crying? Don't cry, sweetheart. I just want to hear your voice one last time.

I don't want to die... I want to live. I want to live with you.

Oh, Logan, I can see again... Ben, Tinga... I can see them.

I don't want to leave you, Logan. Tell me it'll be alright... I don't 
even hear your voice anymore... are you still here? I can't feel your 
strong, warm arms.

I'm scared... I can't tell if I'm alive or I'm dead. I'm so tired now.

Good-bye, my love.