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.