Fan Fiction

Time Runs Short, Part 4
By Frysgal77

"So, what you're saying is, that you think you'd be happier dead?" Fry asked, taking a bite of his food, his heart racing with fear. Leela looked like she had been to hell and back.

"Yea, I guess. I have just felt so alone lately and I think it's kinda.ironic," she said, looking at her reflection through an empty glass.

"Leela, this isn't like you. You're so... so..."


"Yeah...But I just want you to know that I'm not gonna let you die without a fight," he said, a hint of anger in his voice.

"Oh?" she said, poking around the food on her plate.

"Yeah! I'm gonna do everything I can to help you and even try to cure you!" he said.

"You're so sweet, it just makes me mad that..." she stopped realizing what she was about to say.


"Oh..nothing... forget I said anything," she said.

They threw away their food that wasn't eaten and left the small restaurant. The winter wind blew against them and Leela pulled her arms tighter around herself. She didn't realize it, but she was starting to like this. Fry wasn't acting like the idiot he was, and she wasn't being the strict person she was. They were both showing their inside personalities and she was comfortable with it. She shivered as they walked closer and closer the Planet Express building. Fry saw her shivering and immediately took his jacket off and set it around her.

"Please, Fry, don't," she said, starting to take the jacket off.

"No, take it, I'm not that cold. Plus, we've still got a little more ways to go. S'not like I'm attached to it or anything," he said, looking at her, admiring her smile as she looked down at her boots.

"Thank you, Fry," she said as the wind settled down a bit, not blowing in their faces.

"Leela, can I ask you something?"


"I wanted to know if... well, if you would let me walk you home?" he asked, suddenly interested in his shoes.

"N-I mean, yes, Fry. I would like it very much if you would walk me home."

And with that, they started to walk away from the PE building towards her apartment building, close enough to hold hands, maybe even hug, but they just walked home, enjoying each other's company without a word.