A/N - This is just a tiny (and slightly random) little ficlet based around recent events. I just felt the need to write it, due to who Sid is named after.
8th April, 2310
"Sid?" Link poked the girl's shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"What'cha doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Cutting up all your clothes."
"That's exactly what I'm doing."
"Oh… right." Link decided it was better not to ask why just now, so instead he sat on the floor by the doorway of Sid's room. As he watched, the young bohemian dug through various piles of clothes, and every now and then she would pick up a t-shirt and cut a logo from it, or simply add a few patches and badges to the pile. "So… what are you gonna do with all that?"
"You'll see," was all he got, though he soon did see. Sid grabbed a needle and thread from somewhere in a pile of… stuff, would probably be the best thing to call it, and began sewing all the t-shirt scraps and patches to a plaid shirt she owned. The shirt was eventually covered in various band names - namely the Sex Pistols - as well as badges sporting phrases such as 'Anarchy in the UK' and 'God Save the Queen'.
"What d'ya think?" Sid asked, holding it up.
"Looks great, Sid. Where'd that come from?"
"Dunno," Sid shrugged. "Just felt like making it."
RIP Malcolm McLaren, former manager of the Sex Pistols.