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A/N: Okay so here we go first chapter sorry it's so small but it's been quite a while since I last wrote anything, especially a fic. Well I hope you like it.
As The Pencil Twirls
He twirls the pencil between his fingers, spinning it across them as he contemplates whatever problem he's working on to fix Destiny. He doesn't do it very often, only when he craves a smoke or just needs something to do with his hands while his mind works at speeds far surpassing most others, but mostly he does it when he's thinking. The pencil twirls around his long, nimble fingers not even pausing as it flips over and over.
Sometimes I'll find him on the Observation deck and just watch as he stares out at the FTL stream not really seeing it twirling that damn pencil as he does. I catch myself wondering what he's thinking about. Maybe a way to get us back to Earth, maybe what is or is no longer waiting for him back there. He spins the pencil, and I'm mesmerized by it. I wonder when and how Earth became there, a random planet that is just a place I used to live. My mind wonders over various subjects and for a while I am focused on that pencil of his as it whirls around and around, but then it's just him, him sitting there in the odd blue light, I am always conscious of him. He moves, he breathes and somehow as I lean against the wall, it calms me. He is so tranquil and still in this moment that I can't not be, for that moment I am at peace and so at home on Destiny that Earth just becomes a distant memory and my life is here on this ship with him.
I want to sit next to him and just be. I'll picture it sometimes, sitting with him, wrapping my arms around him and just being happy and content with the life I have. Such a wonderful moment I don't want to leave but then the moment, my dream, is broken. He shifts or someone stumbles into the hall outside and it's gone. What angers me most is that though I miss the since of being home, I miss the since that he's there with me more, because every time I look back he's gone or leaving and I have to wait for who knows how long to get that feeling back.
A/N: So that's it give me some feedback and let's see if I want to keep going.