Title: Two Many
Fandom: Farscape
Author name: Graymalkin (well, it is my pen name)
Author email: [email protected]
Category: Angst-esque
Rating: Er, no violence in the story, but reference to it. I'll make this PG.
Spoilers: This is AU with spoilers up to Crichton Kicks
Summary:...all he felt was sad that it had all come to this...
DISCLAIMER: I did not create the Farscape universe. If I had, it would currently be on the air. By some strange coincidence, the Sci-Fi building would have been demolished in a freak mucus accident. Don't ask.
Two Many
He couldn�t stop staring at the body.
His rival lay dead and cold on the floor, like someone�s sick idea of a doorstop, and all he could think was that he should feel something.
Satisfaction that he�d managed to kill the bastard who shared his face. Guilt that he�d actually gone through with it. Anticipation now that he wouldn�t
have to share his love with some imposter.
Instead all he felt was sad that it had all come to this. He hadn�t hated the other one. That would have been like hating himself, and he�d always had
excellent self-esteem. But in the end they were too identical. They had the same eyes, the same curiosity, and they both loved the same person
more than hope and heaven. The first two he could accept, but the last similarity made the whole pathetic ordeal into something out of a Christopher
Lambert movie. There could be only one. And now that one was him.
He hesitatingly reached out and stroked the scar above his opponent�s eye. That, and the different colours they'd worn, had been the only things to
set them apart. Such little things that didn�t make enough of a difference to stop this farce from barreling to its fatal conclusion.
His hand drew back as if stung when he heard the purposeful steps of his sweetie coming down the corridor.
He drew back into the shadows so he couldn�t be seen. Some perverse urge made him stay to see how the tragedy would unfold.
John strode confidently into the maintenance bay, whistling some half-forgotten Earth tune that was stuck in his head. He almost missed the body, a
half step past it before his mind caught up to what he�d just seen. He whirled, and cried out, half in shock, half in anguish.
�Oh no! Blue, what�s happened to you!�
1812 slipped quietly out of the room, and went to join the other DRD�s in cleaning the atmospheric scrubbers. John would eventually get over this loss. Then once again 1812 would be the one he loved best.
Outside he seemed calm and composed, but inside he was chortling and blinking with glee!
A/N: I am so sorry.
