Title: Shaded Prism (Drabble Series)
Characters: "Think clowns in a circus car."
Timeframe: Bounces all over...
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Happily playing in the sandbox.

Previous Drabble Challenges...

Edge of Life (UDC 3)
Prismatic Edges (UDC 4)

Week One (May 17, 2010) - UDC 5

1. Doctor

It was with an air of solemness that the doctor in red scrubs followed the officer into the quiet room. As he opened one of the drawers and pulled the tray out for her to see, her composure nearly broke. It wasn't easy, but she managed to not break out into hysterical laughter at the sight of the clown costume. "Is that... dried pudding?"

The officer sighed. "Near as they could determine."

The doctor nodded. Then she paused, took a deep breath, and put her best professional face on. "Right. Never done one of these on a Bothan before."

"You haven't?"

"No." She pulled out a hardcopy book with unfamiliar lettering and set it on a near-by cart. "First time for everything, you know?"

2. Companion

The small, green Jedi Master had been expecting a young man. Had been, right up until he arived in the clearing and saw the woman with short hair wearing gray combat fatigues setting up camp. He watched for long moments, then shrugged. So Obi-Wan had sent the other one? That was fine with him, too.

That the young woman turned out to be a young man suffering from some kind of enchantment later on only added to the Jedi Master's amusement, as it, too, was a tool for teaching much-needed patience.

3. Time

In the scramble to get off of Myrkyr ahead of the Imperial fleet that would, no doubt, be arriving at any time, she didn't have to explain who the little girl was that came with them. It was maddening, knowing that her husband was injured but unable to go with him, to look after the man. She wanted to, wouldn't have hesitated for an instant, but that instant, nor the opening to go and do exactly that, never happened. Instead, she was sitting aboard the Wild Karrde, her daughter playing with a toy under the console at her feet, and avoiding Talon Karrde's side-long questioning gaze.

This was not the time for explanations. Not here, on this ship, behind an asteroid, with her daughter in arms reach, finally.

4. Space

The little astromech didn't mind the vacuum of space. It was just one more enviroment to exist in, to catalogue, and work in. Work right now consisted of fixing the ship so they could get away, and as other, fellow astromech droids got blown off the hull one by one, the little droid hurried faster to do so. Finally, it was done and they escaped, and it was called to a meeting before the queen. Gratitude for simple service? It... was unexpected.

5. Dimensions

She hesitated in the doorway to their room, simply watching as he levitated a few feet off the floor, eyes closed. It was her private pleasure, watching him like this. Unguarded. Hers. Slowly, carefully, she moved toward him. It wouldn't startle him, she knew, moving in on him like this, but better safe than sorry. Brushing him with a tendril of the Force, she felt him reach out to her as well. Can I join you?

He did not answer back in words, but it meant just as much. Rather, he pulled her to him and she let herself be pulled.

There, suspended in midair, they had their moment.