Aftermath

Who:- Jay
Where:- Parrotts
When:- After the meeting
Jay sat alone at a table in Parrotts, staring aimlessly into his pint glass.
Everywhere he looked he was met with accusatory stares from people he'd
thought were his friends. People would pass him a corridor and mutter some
profanity under their breath, others would deliberatly bump into him. Some
went far enough as to insult him to his face.
Just over a month ago he was one of the most trusted, and respected crew
members aboard the ship. Now he felt worthless, more hated even than Doctor
Keto, or even the late Doctor Cerebrum.
Hell, Hitler would probably get a party invitation before him.
He glanced over at a bunch of drinkers gesturing in his direction. Then
stared back at his drink. He couldn't blame people for hating him, he hated
himself. He had destroyed everything they had ever known, taken their homes
from them, their families, their pets and almost their lives.
He deserved to be in the brig as much as Amber, in fact moreso. He was just
lucky that he'd regained his own self control. He felt bad for Amber, so
full of hate for everything she'd known, again, his fault.
He'd jumped at the chance to help get rid of the insect scum that put him in
this position, to help rid the sector of the Hymenoptera once and for all,
to try to make amends. But Phil, the ONE person who so far had shown any
friendship toward him had refused. Denied him the chance to show people he
wasn't the same person who destroyed Earth, denied him the chance to get
revenge for the death of his wife.
He smiled to himself. Who was he kidding, he'd have done the same. He
thanked any diety that would listen that Phil had been there for him,
although he didnt think he deserved friends, god only knew how much he
needed them right now.
And what was more, he knew that Phil was the one person who could help him
put things right, permanently