Author’s Note: Well, jeeze, lookie at all the people. *looks up innocently at the readers* Takes place in FINII/post FINII. If you don’t know by now, ‘tis about Ares and Xena in a long/short, roundabout way. I believe that Zed, as the final letter of the alphabet, can take on a suitable metaphor for death. Inspired only in spirit by the lovely Lorien speech on Babylon 5 about Tick v. Tock, life v. death. Okay, finish the boring disclaimers and stuff and READ!
Dedications: Still the same people it’s always been dedicated to. Especially to Illy, LK, Tali, Tango, Rissy, Kat, and everyone who I still see online, as that’s not many anymore.
Summary: A drabble-and-a-half. 150 words. A moment – or maybe a millennium - of response to Xena’s demise in Jappa. Zed as finality.
Warnings: Character death. Not to worry, it’s cannon.
Rated: PG
Date Started/Finished: October 27, 2005
Zed
By Delenn
There was a moment, a last call, Ares, and then it was silent.
A line, which had constantly been thudding, calling, beating, for so long now, was silent.
The silence echoed bitterly.
Dead. Dead, dead, dead.
His chin tilted upwards, neck tense, waiting for a movement that wasn’t to come.
What was the point?
A last glimpse? a last breath? a last word?
It was too late for all of that. Much too late.
Eons too late.
Too much time missed out on, and now it was silent.
Dead.
Frantically, calmly, he felt for his pulse, breath; blood. There was none, only now that seemed to matter. What made him alive? She wasn’t alive, why should he?
Dead.
Eyes closing, mind shut against the silence. It was so cold, but he couldn’t feel it. Inside. Inside there was nothing.
Numb, dead, Dead - DEAD – silent, silence echoes, and… the end.
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