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Last Writes by Ennien
Last Writes by Ennien
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Last Writes
A Gatchaman fanfic by Ennien Ashbrook

By the time you receive this, it will be, at risk of sounding cliche, too late. That's okay, though; I've been expecting this for some time. Like you, I've led a charmed life, and I knew it wouldn't last forever. I was supposed to have died with my husband at 22, actually. I've been cheating death ever since: Between my own psi and my sister's (who's even more precognitive than I am), I've been able to find the other chances. However, there're none left. I warned the Overlord that the worst thing he could do would be to kill me. He'll find out the truth of that.

I could never quite figure out how to put my feelings for you into words, without scaring you off. You've suffered more than anybody should ever have to, between the dome, the bars and that Asakura asshole. That one outraged me the most, what he did to you was just plain cruel. I'm glad he did get terminated, think of how he'd be bringing up his kid -- then there'd be two of them in the world.

However, his example was what I was determined to offset, hence my not forcing my attentions on you. I know you love me. I know my death will devastate you, if you're even allowed to rememeber it. Please believe me: I love you too, with all my heart. Mo ghaol ort, a Bheirg. I've listened to you and watched you open up to me, and I cannot help but admire you - it takes a lot of courage to dream so high, after living so low.

I'd watch you come home from the bars, full of self-loathing, and I'd watch you fall into my arms. You were so *glad* of our original no-sex agreement. I also know that Sosai raised you with a TINSTAAFL mentality: You were always searching for the catch, for my price. What price my care. And that was why I never told you how much I wanted to make love to you. Why I never offered myself when a flux hit you. You'd take it as a price, or as mere curiosity - I was sleeping with a mutant, everybody else got to fuck you, it seemed, why not me?

Because I love you too much to do that to you, Berg. I waited for you to come to me, because that was the only way I could be sure that it was truly something you wanted. But you never did. Were you too afraid of me? Of yourself? Or maybe you just didn't desire me that way. That's okay, Berg, really - I had your love, I know that, and that's something nobody but Brace and Sosai ever got.

But it was interesting sometimes.. While you were out, I'd take care of myself, and of course, you were always in my fantasies. The worst part was, I was alternately fearing you'd walk in on me, and wishing you would! Once or twice I'd had the feeling that I was being watched, probably by you. Well, if it was you, you would have been welcomed to join me. I'd've gone to the door to check, except that it could also have been that little weasel, Green, and HIM I wouldn't have any day! <laugh> Nor would you, to his eternal frustration, but that's another story. Did you know? Oh well, you can tease him about it, now. My parting gift to you.

Speaking of parting gifts, I can't leave you without Upside Down Cake, can I? It's only a major power source for you when you Change.. Well, combine 2 tbsp. butter and 3/4 cup brown sugar in an 8 x 8 pan and melt them together then put the canned peaches or pears or pineapple or whathaveyou into it. Cream 1 tbsp butter with 1/2 cup sugar, add 1 tsp. baking powder, a pinch of salt, and 1 cup white flour. Beat 1 egg, add 1/2 cup milk and 1 tsp. vanilla, mix the liquids with the dry stuff then pour it over the fruit and syrup. Whang it into a 350F oven until the top is golden and the syrup is bubbling, then invert it onto a plate being REAL careful this time, you don't want another third-degree burn.

I've struck some deals, both with my sister, my foster-mother, and with the powers I serve. What I've done with you has barely scratched the surface of what was needed, but it should suffice. I hope. The odds are tremendous, and I just don't enough time left. Beware the Overlord, Berg. Your life isn't the only one at stake, nor will mine be the only one lost if I've failed. Be wily and wary and devious and all the things I love you for.


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