TITLE: Smoke Dreams

FANDOM: Gattaca

PAIRING: Jerome/Vincent

NOTE: writers_choice: hopes, dreams, desires

'You gave me your dream'

In the cold dark expanse of space, he fingered the soft lock of hair. It held the faint smell of their apartment, the tang of blood, the edge of metal settling amongst the silk strands.

This was all that remained now, he was certain. He had been certain as soon as Jerome had passed the card, offered a small smile.

Jerome was meant to be perfect - like Anton, he tried so hard, striving for brilliance and the stars. Like Anton, he crashed and burned.

And Vincent had let him. He had walked away, sentencing Jerome to death - and in some way, himself.

Because he had thought that, more than anything, he wanted to be Jerome Morrow.

In truth, he wanted to save Jerome Morrow, to love him, to be inside him in a way alien to genetics, to perfection.

And the only stars he wanted to chase were in those drunken eyes.

Only now did Vincent learn that every dream must die.