Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm just playing. I'll put'em back when I'm done.

Rating: G

Synopsis: Just a bit of conversation after the end of the war.

"I'm tired."

"Then go rest."

"No, not that kind of tired. I'm fed up, had enough, up to here."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"So?"

"So what?"

"What do you want do about it?"

"I don't know."

"It may be time to take fate into your own hands and ... do what you feel is necessary."

"Fate! Fate is an illusion. We are what we make of ourselves. And I'm not good at making something of myself. I'm just ... hell, I just am."

"What?"

"Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. That's what I am."

"That is not true."

"Isn't it? I've killed people. I've blown up ships and worlds. I've become what I've always despised."

"You had no choice."

"Yeah? That's what I always made fun of when the bad guys blew up the world. They said they had no choice and nobody believed it. I could have just let them take me, do whatever they wanted."

"And what? Let them have a technology that would destroy countless lives and worlds? Would that have made you feel better?"

"No."

"Then shut the frell up about that. You are not responsible. This is something that was done to you."

"Yeah, and I'm tired of it. I don't want to play this game any more."

"So take back your life."

"How?"

"I don't know. But you always come up with something. Stop being a drannit. Just do it."

"What is a drannit anyway?"

"Never mind."

"Never mind? Fine. I won't mind then."

"Stop being like that. You're not really upset."

"Yeah I am. I've had enough of this joke. I've had enough of Scorpius breathing down my neck and the Scarrans now and the whole damned PK corps. What does it take for a guy to get some peace around here?"

"You have to stand up for yourself. And talking won't get you anywhere. Not out here."

"I've noticed."

"Then do something about it."

"Tomorrow."

"Why not now?"

"Because I don't want to right now. I want to just sit here and look at you and pretend for an arn or two that nothing's wrong with the universe and we're all at peace."

"That is frelling stupid."

"No, it's not. It's called escapism and it helps me calm down."

"–"

"Can you help me do that?"

"I guess."

"Come here. Sit down."

"Now what?"

"Now we just sit."

"Just sit?"

"Yeah. Just sit and talk."

"About what?"

"Anything, everything. Nothing. We don't have to talk. Just ... sit."

"All right."

"–"

"Why don't you want to talk?"

"Me? You're the one who never wants to talk."

"Not true. I do want to talk."

"Then talk."

"About what?"

"I don't know. Look, let's just sit here and ... be silent, okay?"

"You wanted to pretend that there was nothing wrong with the universe, that we were at peace. What would you talk about if you were not worried about all that worries you?"

"–"

"Well?"

"Unimportant rubbish, probably. Ball games, movies, the weather, what I did last night, what I was going to do tonight. Stupid things. Things that don't matter. Things we don't have out here and can't plan for."

"Where would you like to go when this is all over?"

"I don't know. Anywhere that you go. Where would you want to go?"

"I have no idea. I have no experience with peace."

"True. – Would you like to live on a world somewhere?"

"I don't know. I've never tried it. But I think I would like to try. What would it be like? Like Earth?"

"That depends on the world we choose. But yeah, I would think so. It would have to be green. Or at least have a lot of vegetation. And water. Lots of water. I like water, you see."

"Water."

"And trees. And nice neighbors. Quiet, calm, peaceful. Blue sky. Birds. Animals in general. You."

"That sounds nice. Would there be rain?"

"Yeah, there would be rain. Thunder storms. Dark brooding skies. Winds. And you."

"And a house, I assume."

"Yeah, not big. Just a little one. With grass around it. Or something similar. And lots of space. And you."

"Would there ... be children?"

"What do you mean? Our children?"

"Yes."

"Of course there would. Lot's of them. Three, four maybe."

"Four?"

"Yeah."

"And who do you expect to bear those children? Me?"

"Yeah, of course."

"I think I'll settle for one and then we can take it from there."

"Okay. One's good."

"And ... would there be others? D'Argo? Chiana?"

"If they want to."

"And what would we do there ... on this planet ... in that little house with the grass around it?"

"We would ... enjoy life, relax ... make a living somehow. I don't know."

"Is that your dream? Is that what you hope to find at the end of all this?"

"Yeah. Something along those lines. What about you? What do you hope to find at the end of all this?"

"–"

"Aren't you going to answer that?"

"Yes, but I can not think of anything to say. I have no dreams of the future. I never thought I would have a future."

"But you do have a future. Everybody does if they want it."

"You don't understand. I never thought I would live this long. The life of a Peacekeeper is normally very hard and very short. I had no special talents. All I ever wanted was to be a prowler pilot. There was honor in that and there was honor in dying in battle."

"You guys live fast and die young, eh?"

"Yes, something like that. But I am not a Peacekeeper any more. Suddenly I have a future and I have no idea what to do with it. Apart from one thing."

"And that is?"

"I want to be with you. No matter how, no matter where."

"Well, we have that much in common then. Because I cannot imagine life without you any more."

"I love you so much."

"And I love you."

"Here's hoping that tomorrow ... will be just another day."

"Let's drink to that."

THE END