I own nothing except my words. Set at the end of "Deep Wizardry" by Diane Duane. Dedicated, as always, to raising the bar on fanfiction, and to Melissa, who too loves Ed.

Ed

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The syllables of your name tick through my head,

eleven sharp serrated teeth, like those

in the mouth of a great white shark.

It not longer frightens me, and I wish

you were here to sing it to me again.

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(You circled above me in the deep dark blue

of water as the dusk falls over it,

impassive and eternal, with no pity

in your cold black eyes – just hunger

and a touch, but only a touch,

of humor, and even that cool and distant.)

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No one's voice sounded like yours,

all teeth and no echo, flat as glass, dry as dust,

not disinterested but merely detached,

rasping like sandpaper against my skin.

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Despite everything, I would hear you call me sprat once more.

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The blood is settling even as we swim upwards,

and you are missing from our party.

Master Shark, I am in distress;

who will end it now?