Fan Fiction

Time Runs Short, Part 3
By Frysgal77

Chapter 3 - I Like You as You Are


"What?!" Fry asked as he stood there in shock, holding the sobbing Leela.

"I told you, I'm gonna die! I only have a few weeks to live!" she said, feeling a little bit better that she had told someone. But she felt rotten for telling the person it would hurt most.

"Oh my, God! Leela, that's horrible! It's not.this isn't right, you can't die," he said, still not being able to believe it. He held her closely and she felt safe in his arms.

"But I will die, there's no stopping it," she said, her crying slowing down.

"How do you know you're gonna die?" Fry said, looking down at her.

"Because.don't you think you would know if a bunch of professional doctors told you so?" she said, growing tired of feeling like she was helpless.

Fry ignored her comment and held her even closer. She could hear his heart beating and she managed to listen to it for quite some time before sleep came over her. Fry stood there for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes before he had realized this. He carried her to over to her bed and lied her down to sleep. He covered her up and watched her for a moment, wondering if it was another dream or if this was reality. He started to walk out of the door into the hallway when he heard her speak.

"Wait," she said, sitting up.

"What do you need? I'll get you anything," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Please, stay, or let me come with you, I don't want to stay alone now," she said, the smallest smile forming on her lips and the tiniest spark in her eye. She had a little hope, and she hoped it wouldn't go away.

"Leela, I'm sorry for anything I've ever done before to you," he looked over to the window in the corner of her room. "And I don't know if this is real or not, but I believe you and if there's ever anything I can do," he paused for a moment.

She listened to his words and it sounded if he was a different person, not the boyish Fry she knew. "Look, don't say anything, I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me, so, don't try and act like a different person," she said, standing up and walking over to him.

She had caught him red-handed. He was trying to sound smarter to impress her. He knew it all along. Now he knew. Now he knew that she liked him for what he was, or at least it was a start.