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I remember it all.
All the death, every shot, every punch, every word. I held Mark as the world collapsed in on itself and I was sure I was just going to wake back up in that pod to do it all over again but, when I woke I was met with a beautiful sight, a new sight.
The computer spoke to me as my eyes peeled open again for the millionth time I'm sure, but instead of finding the ship stuck in a catastrophic state I was met with a nominal status. I step out and all the crew is awake and working, I can't believe it I really can't. I didn't think it would work, I didn't think tossing the crystal inside of the wormhole would fix it I was just desperate to cling to mark even if it meant dying.
Speaking of Mark, I hear his pod door hiss open and I hear his voice hit my ears. It's gentle it's like it always was, not angry and loud but gentle and happy.
I wonder if he remembers, any of it, all of it. I hope he isn't still mad, and I hope to God he doesn't blame himself if he remembers.
Everything feels like a blur really, like I'm massively jetlagged in such an intense way. Gunther says something about going down to hunt aliens, or something along those lines. Celci says something about the colonists waking, Burt comes by and says some weirdly poetic thing that I think I'd still only half understand even if I wasn't mostly out of it currently but I gauge its meant to hold a sweet sentiment and it warms my heart a little.
Mark is talking about how smooth the ride was, nothing major happened nothing the computer wouldn't handle on its own.
It really seems as if he's forgotten everything. The nightmare of an adventure we went through together. I almost feel a sinking in my chest at the thought of him not remembering.
Finally the blast shields lower and God, its beautiful. It's everything and more, it's perfect. It's home, or it will be once we finally settle down.
Mark was talking about how beautiful the planet was and I couldn't agree more. It's perfect
I can't help but pull my gaze away from the planet and move it towards Mark. He's talking about all the things we'll need to do once everyone's landed and all the equipment is settled, I'm only half listening I almost can't believe any of this still. I can't believe we fixed it.
My eyes gently move over his form, he was fine, and safe and so was everyone else. Nothing was going to happen, nothing bad and if it did it'd be normal things. No more wormhole. No more.
My eyes pull away from him and back out the window, thank God Mark had ignored CC's comments on the windows being unnecessary. This was a sight I wouldn't want to miss. Ships moved ahead of the window carrying equipment and others alongside them. This was a new beginning, for everyone. For us.
My ears perk back up when I can't marks voice falter slightly and my gaze pulls slowly back to him.
"And uh, thank you..." He says his voice quieter slightly more vulnerable.
My head tilts unsure why he'd be thanking me, though my question is quickly answered as he continues.
"...for uh,not giving up on me." He finishes voice low and full of a certain sincerity his eyes nearly landed on mine but fell a split second later.
He remembers.
I feel a new heaviness in my gut now. I suppose it's selfish for me to have wished he'd remember and now I know he does and, God I feel awful.
"Just thank you." He adds as our eyes meet fully this time.
I give him a small grin and step closer our shoulders brushing gently as I bump the side of my head to his in a gentle manner. He response in turn by meeting me half way.
"I'd never give up on my number 1 boy." I mutter back gently with a gentle look in my eyes as I peer down at him.
"You wouldn't huh." He muttered gently.
It wasn't a question it was a small realization.
One I planned to keep true til the day I die.