Genre: Gen, though you could take it as preslash if you want.
Rating: PG for one little word
Spoilers: Vaguely for First Contact/Lost Tribe
Summary: "We don't leave our people behind."
A/N: I had two or three things I thought I could sneak in under the deadline, but this is the only one presentable before my bedtime. I have successfully resisted the urge to more directly quote Death Cab for Cutie. Can be thought of as a sequel to another fic I wrote, which is not very good, but I'll link it anyway: Dialogue on the Individuality of Consciousness (The Mega-Mall at the End of the Universe). Speed beta, so pointing out typos would be welcome.
( a moment of white-out nothingness and sound )