Title: frightened of this thing I've become
Rating: General Audiences
Length: 188
Pairing: Graff/Anderson
Summary: Graff has left his claim of being good long behind him. Freed of responsibility for Battle School, he can be just a man, if only for a night.

The view from the Battle School station - from any point in Earth orbit, really, but the station is large enough to spare the expense of windows expansive enough to do sight justice - is breathtaking. It's a phenomena noted ever since the first moon missions – how large, and small, and precious a thing the earth is revealed to be once it is left behind.

Graff is no longer in command of Battle School. He'd handed off that duty earlier this very afternoon, along with the station codes.

Late this evening, once supplies and passenger have embarked the shuttle, he will be on his way to a small secluded piece of land and what may be humanity's only hope. He's staked his career on that belief - has had to. But he has hours yet until that departure. Wiggin can wait.

In the meanwhile, he exists in a kind of limbo, between postings, between chains of command. Which is why he is spending the remainder of his wait in the Commandant's office, sharing time and cognac in distinctly non-regulation approved ways with his successor, one Major soon-to-be-promoted-to-appropriate-rank Anderson.