title: days
fandom: starfighter
subject: abel
word count: 215
rating: G
warnings: implied abuse
notes: n/a
007. days
Cain is still in the shower. Abel has been counting the seconds since the water started running. Another minute or two and he knows that the faucet will twist off and only the single vent cycling damp humid air in their room will be the last thing left to hear.
Then he'll have nowhere else to hide.
Their standard issue dorm is only wide enough to allow for fifteen paces wall to wall, back and forth. Two double beds eat up the rest of the remaining space and no additional furniture besides a split dresser is present.
He curls in on himself when the sound of water in the pipes cuts out. Abel never bothers to change out of his plug suit anymore either, lately he just doesn't see the point, so instead he trembles and waits.
The door to their bathroom creaks open and he hears hot steam escape into the room with a hiss; it raises the temperature of the air slightly. Then he hears footsteps... forceful, menacing and heavy make their way across the room.
Ten. Eleven. Right on top of the bed.
"Navigator."
Three days have passed since his new assignment under the name 'Abel' and he still hasn't reported Cain or his actions to any of the starfleets commanding officers.