In this lonely place, by Riley Canon (PG-13)

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Fandom:  BLAKES 7
Pairing:  Blake/Avon (implied) - Blake/Soolin
Author on LJ: rileyc
Author website: none
Why this must be read  
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It's a PGP story -- I love PGP stories. It's a sad, bittersweet story -- I love sad bittersweet stories. It's a story about a dead man who's been loved and didn't know. It's about a grieving survivor who can't overcome the loss (but found a new crew). AND it's a hopeful story, which is GOOD.

It's well-written, heart-breaking but the last ten lines of the epilogue will make you smile with relief.

It was even gloomier inside, light only dimly filtering down to keep most of the base in shadow. Enough illumination came through, however, to reveal what trespassers might have preferred not to see. A skeletal hand thrust out from debris, a grinning skull--still helmeted--tumbled in a corner as if someone had kicked it there.

Even Vila couldn't produce an irreverent comment, and it was a grimly silent procession that made its way to where the flyers had once been housed, Tarrant and Blake flicking on torches as the light grew weaker. Strange how a couple of flyers were still intact; a skeleton clad in Federation black was at the controls of one, as if he might take off at any moment.

Looking away from the macabre tableau, Blake approached the storage lockers along one wall--freezing as his foot crunched something underneath. Heart lurching into his throat, he played the beam along the floor, picking out a bony hand, but only some piece of plastic crunched under his boot. He waited for his stomach to settle before carefully kneeling, and moved to examine these remains more closely. The ragged black cloth still clinging to the bones had the texture of velour, a studded belt encircled the waist--and the bony fingers had been clutching Orac's key.

In this lonely place