#Its kinda short and probs makes no sense since i havent written in literal months

[noblesixjm04]

Forget Me Not

Pairing: N/A

Characters: Master Chief/John-117 Cortana

Warnings: Character Death

Song: Skin and Bones- David Kushner

An: Hi yes. Hello. I wanted to work on something else. This happened instead. Enjoy.

"Let me sit here, on the threshold of two worlds. Lost in the eloquence of silence.

-Jalalud'din Rumi (1207-1273), 13th century mystic and poet.

It was something only she could see. These little holographic creations of her own. They surrounded him. The soft blue and lavender flowers draped over his shoulders. The only hues of color she could conjure up.

It was supposed to be a one time thing. Something born out of boredom. They had only lasted a few brief moments. Nearly a lifetime in the eyes of an AI.

The first time it had been butterflies. The small things fluttering around his head in shades of lavender. Their movements, though chaotic, were still calculated. Nothing more than a light filled series on ones and zeros. Data only she could see.

It was still beautiful though. These creations.

"You're amused." Came Johns voice. She almost startled. Almost.\

"You could say that." Her lips pulled into an almost smile. One that John couldn't see. But more so one he could feel.

John let out a soft breath of air. Then responded with. "You're buzzing." She tinged to almost pink. As did the butterflies. And as she slipped back into her normal hue, the butterflies left in little bursts of light.

Any response she could have had was halted by the arrival of the comander.

Other moments had been brief. Little moments of laxed time when the world seemed to still before her. She experimented with flowers, insects. She had given him a halo of the palest blue at one point. And just as quickly she had taken it away. It had been so bright. Looked so right resting on his head.

If possible. The sight of it had broke her heart.

The second to last time. It...

It hurt. John was in cryostasis. She had never been this alone before. This...

"Wake me. When you need me." She needed him the moment he had went inside that cryotube. That moment it had locked and hissed. Stealing him away from her.

She had covered him and the cryotube in a Boquete of flowers. Iris, mountain ash, blue violets, zinnin, poppies, and phlox. John was bathed in them to the point that all she could see was his helmet through the frost covered window. And when he woke. A singular crown of mayflower and rose rested on his helmet.

She wished she could tell him. Show him. But this was in her own world. Not his.

Even still. Her. Now. There were the flowers.

Forget me nots draped upon his shoulders. Fell down like a robe to his waist. They wound down his arms. Dangled from his wrists. She had just enough left in her to make the petals fall. Only to disappear before they hit the floor.

"It was my job to take care of you." She could see her reflection in his visor. Could hear the almost hurt in his voice. The hurt he didn't want her to hear.

"We were supposed to take care of each other." She pressed her palm to his chest. Firm and unmoving. Grounding her to this moment when every inch of data within her wanted to just. Disappear.

She brushed a few of the holographic flowers away. To him it looked as if she were trailing her fingers on his battered amor. Carefully she traced over the numbers. 117.

"And we did." The flowers flickered and faded as she looked back up. Pressing her palm flat over the numbers.

"Take care of yourself John. And remember me." And so did she.