Title: Paper Cut

Characters: Buckaroo Banzai

Summary: Short piece on Buckaroo's reflection of his former love

Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to any characters in the Buckaroo Banzai universe. Any OC's created are mine.

With the lights dimmed low, Buckaroo sat alone in his study. Penny was out "with the girls". He smiled to himself as he remembered how she giggled when she told him earlier that evening. He was happy to hear that she would be going out. It meant that with each passing day she was becoming more and more part of the family. "With the girls", she said, meaning Mrs. Robinson and some of the older interns; all being led by Pecos.

Buckaroo stopped smiling. All being led by Pecos…

He pondered that thought for a moment and took in a long, deep breath. Everything will be fine…really. What could they possibly get in to? It's not like they're going to Vegas or anything…

A little voice from in his head silently asked him. Did you hear the heliport open up?

Buckaroo rolled his eyes, pushed his chair back to the window and took a glance out the window. It was full moon and so the courtyard was easily illuminated. He let his eyes wander over to the heliport. A smile returned to his lips as he saw that its doors were closed. Not even the fine layer of snow had been disturbed.

See, I knew that Pecos wouldn't pull that stunt again.

Hmmpph, responded the voice. Made you look anyway.

Buckaroo quickly rolled his chair back to his desk. He promised that he would join the rest of the boys in the main rec room following dinner but as he climbed the stairs, he felt a nagging need to have a few minutes of reflection. He slowly turned the page in the photo album. It was a black and white picture of him and Peggy in the springtime. He closed his eyes as he thought back to that day. Through the winter night, the heat of the mid-day sun penetrated through him. And then, the next detail. He smiled as he remembered how Peggy's cheeks flushed that day from the heat. They were cherry pink in contrast to her pale skin. He let out a contented sigh. That picture had always been one of his favorites. He opened his eyes as he went to turn to the next page.

"Ow," he mumbled to himself as he held up his finger. The cut burned as he realized what had happened.

"Is this your way of telling me something Peggy?" he wondered aloud as reached for a tissue to use to stop the minor bleeding from the paper cut.

He turned in his chair to stare out the window. It had started to flurry again.

Peggy, is this your way of telling me I should stop turning the pages of the past for awhile?

Buckaroo removed the tissue from his finger and found that the bleeding had stopped. As he got up to throw it away, he paused and closed the photo album. He gave it a gentle pat and whispered, "Thanks Peggy for reminding me."