TITLE: Lambs to the Slaughter: Will (2/3)
AUTHOR: stellar_dust
EMAIL: stellar_dust_x@yahoo.com
WEBSITE: http://xfiles.katycat.net
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SPOILERS: None; post-col
RATING: PG
CHALLENGE: Farscape episode titles
WORD COUNT: 175
DISCLAIMER: Can I claim this particular Will?  CC can 
keep the others.
SUMMARY: Will's a little nervous.
DATE: 10/24/2004
NOTE: This is part of my post-col drabbleverse that 
started with 'The City and the Stars.'


I try not to take my eyes off Mom's shoes as we crawl 
through the ventilation ducts.  I wish I'd never 
begged to come along, how could I have been so 
stupid, Walter was right, I'm not *nearly* old enough 
for this ...

I glance through a grating in the floor and stop, 
wiping sweaty palms on my sleeves.  It's a waiting 
room; people are sitting on cold plastic chairs and 
smiling at the receptionist.  I shiver.

"Why don't they fight?" I whisper.  "Why don't they 
run?"

"They don't know any better."  Monica sounds close 
behind me.  "That's why we have to help them, Will."

I look down again.  A young girl glances up.  Her 
eyes are terrified.  She knows, I think.  She knows 
what's up.

"Come on, Will."  Dad's voice is soft and gentle, 
urgent and darkly amused.  I love his voice.  "We'll 
have time to gawk on the way out."

With a deep breath, I nod and move on.  I'm young, 
but I can do this.

I'll do it for the girl who knows.