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It had been months since Stacy had released Sarah Kerrigan but the meatship hadn't seen very much of her. It wasn't because she preferred to spend her days alone, at least not solely. It was safer this way. For her and for everyone else on the ship. She had come clean to the Captain, given him a short explanation of her reign as the Queen of Blades. She knew that he could not legally imprison her for crimes she had committed in her own universe but she was still surprised that he hadn't arrested her on the spot. It's what he should have done. Murderers shouldn't go unpunished, especially not when they'd murdered billions people. But then just because Kerrigan wasn't behind locked away didn't mean she wasn't a prisoner. She didn't remember everything but what she did was played out in brief bursts. Images flashing into her mind before vanishing as quickly as they had come. But that was good. That was what she deserved. And slowly she became accustomed to this new life. Barely interacting with others, training, waking up wracked with sobs and shaking.

And then he came. One day. One day with Jim Raynor. Because Stacy hadn't tormented her enough.

If one were to speak in metaphors, you might say that there was a hole in her heart. Kerrigan would say that was a terrible metaphor as she no longer had one. It was more a reminder of what she was missing. What she could have been had the zerg not claimed her.

Now Kerrigan sat in the messhall. It was not as popular as it once was now that there was a supply of real food but it was not as empty as she would have liked. Usually Kerrigan ate quickly and left but today, and in fact every day since Stacy's surprise "gift" to the crew, she sat staring at her slop but not seeing it at all. You would expect more from a telepath. They were supposed to get lost in others' thoughts, not their own.

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Oh, Earth hadn't been destroyed. It was too far away for her to do that although she had thought about it from time to time.

"If you can call it business. But no, I'm not the sentimental type. There's no point wishing for something you can never have again." She was struck by how false those words were for her now. What had she been doing all day? It was stupid of her and she knew it but somehow she couldn't make herself not think about what she could never have.

"So what'd you do for fun, if you didn't kick back with a beer and a movie?" John was genuinely baffled. The longer he'd been stuck out in Uncharted Territories, the more he'd been missing all the normal stuff back home: MTV, sleepy afternoons in his dad's backyard, even that dog next door that wouldn't shut up.

It wasn't as if he didn't have suggestions for what Sarah here could do for fun - they were just all, y'know, really normal stuff in his opinion, nothing real sci-fi about it. Still, he was willing to give Sarah some pointers if he felt she was up for it. Woman looked like she could use a break in his opinion. For all he knew, her idea of unwinding might be as to-the-point as the Peacekeepers, so that'd be...interesting.

"I don't have 'fun.'" She did experience pleasure from killing but she wouldn't call it fun. She didn't deserve to have fun which was just as well since she didn't think she was capable of it anymore.

John broke into a grin. "Now's as good as time as any to start. I could give you some pointers, if you need some."

Granted, some of them might not apply on a ship like Stacy, but he was pretty sure he'd seen some kind of Media Library when he'd been goofing off with the omnicomm and poking at what it had on it. Might be a place to start. Sarah had a lot of catching up on movies, for one.

Kerrigan stared at John like he'd just announced he was King of the Meatship. But there was something else to her gaze. This man had just met her and he was offering to spend time with her, show her what it was like to be normal. And that reminded her of Somo. Poor, sweet Somo. If only she hadn't met him.

"If you knew me then you wouldn't offer."

John seemed to get that look a lot - not so much back home on Earth, but ever since he'd took the worst wrong turn of all time, he'd gotten it so much that it was basically water and ducks to him at this point. He returned the stare, shrugging, as he poked at the Stacy slop on the tray.

"Hey, it's movie night sans the popcorn. I'd say that's nice and slow for you," John said. Maybe he wasn't sure what her deal was and maybe he had to go through the whole getting to know you song and dance all over again with a new crew. He figured all he was doing was offering her a fun time. That was it, not fun-fun or any big commitment or anything he thought could get blown out of proportion. Sarah didn't strike him as the clingy type. Lone wolf brooding into the disgusting food here, sure.

Nice and slow?

"Tell me you're not asking me on a date." Kerrigan concentrated on him in an attempt to read his mind. Damn the Daligig for making this hard on her. She used to long to be able to turn off the ability to read others' minds and but right now she wished everyone was an open book.

John's mind was (mostly) an open book, the human not even seeming to notice she was taking a peek. He really did plan to follow up on his word. Sarah might find that there seemed to be something else in the back, something alien that didn't belong - something, in fact, that might give the impression of looking back, taking in everything that even the human might be missing or skimming over.

"Uh," John blinked. If he had been asking for a date, that would've been a real blunt way to say "no". "That wasn't the plan, no. I was thinking more just I said I could make some suggestions and it's criminal if you haven't seen Blade Runner."

Assuming they even had Blade Runner. He had no idea what was there that he could show Sarah, only that the more he thought about it, the more he was determined to at least show her how to have some fun, non-date style.

And now Kerrigan was glad she looked. That was something that someone should keep an eye on and it looked like that someone would have to be her. Who better to recognize any alien influence on a person than her?

"In that case, yes." She couldn't believe she just said that but this was for the greater good.

John's face lit up with a grin, unaware that he might've had a psychic Wilson peering over his fence there. Hide-de-ho, neighbor. "Hit me up when you're free," John tipped his chin at the omnicomm he'd set down on the table next to him. "I'll try to get a list of what would work for a movie marathon."

It sounded so...so normal. John had to say he found it kind of refreshing to have some normal back in his life, even if it meant teaching Dreads here about everything she'd missed.

"My schedule is open." Which was an understatement. "I look forward to it." And in the meantime she would try and find more information about John Crichton and what that thing inside his mind could be.

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