Sequel to Resolution
July 2005
Well, I didn’t kill him. Of course, it’s just as well I’m the senior officer in this galaxy because I’d hate to have to explain to a superior why I’m wearing a dog collar. But if he can lay claim to me, I get to do the same.
I’m just not sure how I want to do it. Matching tags would just be corny and way too high school, but I think he’d find new and terrifying ways to kill me if I suggested a tattoo.
He’s looking a little concerned now. No wonder. I’ve been sitting here staring at him in silence for a while now.
"Don’t start imagining weird calamities, Rodney. I was just thinking about something, and some of us can’t focus on two or three things at once." Ah, there he goes. I thought that would get him; he’ll tell me exactly how many things he actually can do at once in minute detail. He’s fun to listen to when he gets all wound up. I wonder if he’ll ever realize I do it on purpose and what he’ll do to me when he does. Should be interesting.
But this isn’t helping me decide... Oh. Of course.
He gave me a dog tag, so I can give him my dog tags. Well, not the actual ones, of course, but I’ll bet I can get Castleman to make a damn good copy.
I’m not sure how he’ll react though. It’s kind of a statement. Oh hell, there’s only one way to find out...
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