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thisbluespiritYou can tell I'm procrastinating on my Yuletide fic by my amazing productivity on random ficlets over the last few days. Just wrote this, instead of what I was supposed to be doing. (And remember I'm still a B7 newbie - I'm sure this has been done in fic before, because it must have been, but I haven't read it.)
Post Gauda Prime, so SPOILERS. Or AU. Or whatever. (c.f. Things B7 Has In Common With Press Gang)
(PG, Drabble, Kerr Avon, Servalan. The final meeting.)
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And Even Revenge Has No Sweetness
*
“Bring the prisoner,” said Servalan, standing as her guards escorted Kerr Avon into the room.
He looked across at her without surprise, or interest.
“Dismissed,” she instructed the men. “He’s secured, and unarmed. I shan’t need you.”
“Unwise,” said Avon, as the guards left. “Do you think anything could prevent me from killing you now?”
Servalan smiled slowly, moving nearer; unflinching. “What else have I been waiting for?” she asked, reaching him. “What say we die together, Avon?”
There was a wry twist to his mouth - an acknowledgement that she was stealing all he had left: the pleasure of revenge.
***
Post Gauda Prime, so SPOILERS. Or AU. Or whatever. (c.f. Things B7 Has In Common With Press Gang)
(PG, Drabble, Kerr Avon, Servalan. The final meeting.)
***
And Even Revenge Has No Sweetness
*
“Bring the prisoner,” said Servalan, standing as her guards escorted Kerr Avon into the room.
He looked across at her without surprise, or interest.
“Dismissed,” she instructed the men. “He’s secured, and unarmed. I shan’t need you.”
“Unwise,” said Avon, as the guards left. “Do you think anything could prevent me from killing you now?”
Servalan smiled slowly, moving nearer; unflinching. “What else have I been waiting for?” she asked, reaching him. “What say we die together, Avon?”
There was a wry twist to his mouth - an acknowledgement that she was stealing all he had left: the pleasure of revenge.
***