A/N: I wrote this as a Christmas gift for :iconRaunikai:, I hope you like it! ^-^

I have never played the game but I hope you find this worthy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing….

Something Worth Fighting For

She slept a lot those first few hours after she left on her own. She was exhausted and nothing she did could keep her interest, so sinking into comforting darkness seemed like the only thing worth doing.

She only had so long before she had to start thinking.

Thinking about what had happened to her friends.

Ghor, Rundas, and...Gandrayda.

Especially Gandrayda.

It had been bad enough that she had to fight Ghor and Rundas, and then watch them die. Then she had to fight Gandrayda, the only one able to get closer then anyone else. Gandrayda was Samus' best friend, her "rival", and her lover.

The many nights they had spent together, wrapped in each other's arms, were an ever present memory. The only thing Samus saw when she closed her eyes was that distinct shade of purple, the only color that would ever mean absolute happiness as well as overwhelming grief.

The only thing she dreamed of touching was the soft feather-like skin, translucent and purple, of the person she held dear.

The sound that was sweetest had been her laugh, light and airy, full of passion. Not like that phazon possessed cackle Gandrayda had used before their fight. That was fake and evil, not like Samus' Gandrayda.

The fight.

Samus squeezed shut her eyes tighter, trying, in vain, to block the image of Gandrayda, in her form, screaming. A haunting sound Samus would never forget. Samus clenched a fist remembering the way Gandrayda had reached out to her, needing her help, and Samus couldn't give it. A familiar wave of helplessness swept through Samus' prone figure as she remembered.

She had wanted so badly to reach out and take that hand, pull the figure to safety, wrap her arms around her shape shifter, only to watch in despair as Gandrayda was absorbed by Dark Samus.

As much as Samus wished against it, she knew the memories and images would be with her for a long time, and with them, the pain.

Samus had lost more then a friend, a rival, and a lover in that battle.

She had lost her reason to fight. When she thought she had finally had it, it was ripped from her, viscously: pulled too far from her to ever hope of getting it back.