Title: Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
Author: Cassie B.
Date: February 7, 2000
Categories: MV,A
Rating: Ummm... PG, I guess
Disclaimer: I don't own, nor do I pretend(unless I'm having a sugar high) to own JQ and the crew.  I only wrote this for my enjoyment.
Author's Note:  Okay, I was really down when I wrote this fic.  It isn't my usual writing style.  WARNING: MAJOR ANGST FACTOR INSIDE!

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There's a grief that can't be spoken
*Aerial view of the Quest compound, the mansion appears abandoned and dark*
There's a pain goes on and on
*Shot of the kitchen of the compound, only one person seated at the table*
Empty chairs at empty tables
*A close-up reveals Jonny's face, full of sadness*
Now my friends are dead and gone.
*Jonny is holding a framed picture of himself with with Jessie, Hadji, Race, and his dad; a single tear falls on the picture*

Here they talked of revolution
*Dr. Quest sitting at the table, showing the three kids a new invention*
Here it was they lit the flame
*Race lighting candles during a blackout*
Here they sang about tomorrow
*Dr. Quest and Race spread a map out on the table, pointing out to the three excited kids where they were going*
But tomorrow never came.
*Jonny's memories end, and reality takes a firm grasp on his mind*

From the table in the corner
*Jessie and Hadji sit at the table, listening to Dr. Quest*
They could see a world reborn
*A close-up of Dr. Quest's face, mouthing two words- Dr. Zin*
And they rose with voices ringing
*Jessie, Jonny, Dr. Quest, and Race ready the Dragonfly for an escape*
And I can hear them now
*Dr. Quest calls for Jonny, who is in bed sleeping*
The very words that they had sung
*Completely dressed and awake, Jonny runs outside*
Became their last communion
*The four others and Bandit are lying on the ground, their blood coloring the runway for the Dragonfly*
On the lonely barricade at dawn!
*Jonny looks up to see a helicopter of armed henchmen flying away, not noticing him there*

Oh my friends, my friends, forgive me
*Jonny runs toward his fallen friends*
That I live and you are gone.
*He kneels next to his father*
There's a grief that can't be spoken
*A tear lands on Dr. Quest's chest*
There's a pain goes on and on.
*Jonny sits at the table again, grieving the memory of the death of all he knew*

Phantom faces at the window
*Jonny turns around, and sees a line of ghostly visions of Jessie, Hadji, Race, Dr. Quest, and Bandit*
Phantom shadows on the floor
*Jonny tries to speak to them, but they remain silent*
Empty chairs at empty tables
*The group slowly vanishes, and Jonny calls after them*
Where my friends will meet no more.
*When they leave him, he falls sobbing to his knees in agony*

Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
*'Jonny is reading his town's newspaper at the table*
What your sacrifice was for
*There is a front page article with the heading "Four die in killing, boy left alone"*
Empty chairs at empty tables
*Jonny throws the paper across the room*
Where my friends will sing no more.
*He puts his head down on the table and starts to cry*

   FIN!