Living In a Box
E/O Drabble challenge, word: box.
Set: Around 7.12, Time after Time.
Summary: If life had given him anything it was the knowledge that waiting patiently would pay off some day.
A/N: This is… err… a little deviation from the show, a "what if", because that was the first image that the word "box" triggered. A guess who I'm writing about? Anyone? Come on, it's not too difficult
There had been darkness and silence, hunger and rage, how long he couldn't tell.
And then: Motion. Muttering. Crying.
A ride in a trunk, rolling and bumping and feeling so helpless.
Getting carried somewhere, the scent of pines, warm earth and perfume.
Darkness again. But not complete. There was a little crack, inviting moonlight and musty smells and… antennae, quivering, probing, tickling.
He would've laughed but: no lungs, no voice.
He opened his mouth, waiting – silently, patiently, greedy, until the cockroach reached his tongue.
The triumph of freedom!
He escaped the cardbox in his new form, ready for sweet revenge.
