Note: This thing is so far out of any continuity, you'd need a space probe to find it. Can't help it, it was lurking in my brain for a week and a half and needed to be written.
Last Night on Earth
He found her more or less where he suspected he would--standing at one of the Carrier's windows, watching the earth spin below them. He rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Happy birthday, Jenny."
She looked up at him. "What, you're keeping track of time again?" He spent so much time cruising the Bleed these days, she found that somewhat suspect.
Winter patted the side of the ship gently, affectionately. "I had her remind me. Of course, the fact that you're on board was a pretty big hint. You don't come back often."
She sighed. "It's lonely down there, now that they're gone."
"I know. That's why I stay here."
"It's lonely here, too."
They'd tried. There had been other teams, briefly, but they were never anything more than a half-hearted attempt to chase away the ghosts, and it hadn't lasted long. There wasn't much need for an Authority these days, anyway. Jenny hung around to kick whoever's ass got out of line, while Nikolas disappeared with the Carrier, lost in the Bleed. He had his freedom, and maybe that made him happy.
"I don't mind."
"You're not like them, you know. Not human." She said it casually, as if it wasn't important, and she didn't take her eyes from the view of Earth.
"Half human, Jenny. I've always been half human."
She turned to look at him finally. "When did you find out?"
"I found some of Angie's old files. I suppose she couldn't help her curiosity. How long have you known?"
"I dunno. A long time. I could feel it, you know? You weren't like Shen or Jackson or Christine. You weren't built, like my dads were. You're not like me. I suppose at some point, it just clicked. I used to think that was why you were so sad. You weren't like anyone else."
He shook his head and gave her a brief smile. "And now?"
"I know it's because you want to save them all. And you know we can't do it. No one can. Everyone you knew down there is dead and that's why you never come back."
"I have you."
"I just turned ninety, Winter. What are you going to do when I'm gone?"
"I don't know." He draped one arm across her shoulders and gave her a brief hug. "But I'm sure someone will still need saving."