AUTHOR/PSEUDONYM: Meana
EMAIL ADDRESS: meana_fic@yahoo.ca
FANDOM: Mutant X
RATING: G
FOCUS: Brennan
STATUS: new, (07/07/03) finished
SPECIAL WARNINGS: None
ARCHIVE: At my fic site, ...Mightier Than the Sword, and personal LJ, and at MXFiclets LJ, otherwise ask first.
DISCLAIMER: This story is an original work of amateur fiction, and is written purely for private entertainment. This story is no way affiliated with any organisation that owns an interest in the show.
EPISODE SPOILERS: First few eps of the first season.
SUMMARY: Brennan enters Sanctuary.
NOTES: Written for the first challenge at the MXFiclets LJ. First challenge for the community is about impressions. First impressions, last impressions, etc. How does Adam see Jesse, or Shalimar see Emma and so on. Or how does one character see themselves.
WORD COUNT: 305
THANKS: To Meg for beta-reading this for me.
Water. That was the first thing he really noticed when he stepped out of the hangar. He could hear it, and he shuddered, unable to help himself. It was one of the few things that he feared, one of the few things he could almost say he hated.
Why could he hear it? They were inside a mountain; he shouldn't be able to hear anything other than the sounds of human habitation, and the settling of rock. He glanced around quickly, trying to find the source of his fear. Nothing. He couldn't see any water.
And then... it was there... a pond of water in the building. He barely suppressed a sound of surprise, of awe. He did not like water, and yet, this pond…
He barely listened as the others talked and laughed. He managed to focus on them only long enough to for he and Emma to be handed their rings and shown to their rooms. He spent the rest of the evening trying to relax, but nothing worked.
Finally he sensed that everyone was asleep, an instinct that had never before failed him. Creeping out of his room, he walked lightly down the hall. He stepped out into the darkness of the main room of Sanctuary, the night-lights there providing just enough illumination for him to see where he wanted to go.
There it was again before him. The pond of water.
Slowly he sat down, keeping his gaze fixed upon the surface. He stared at the water, finally letting his mind wander, attempting to analyse what he'd been feeling since he got here. It was the stillness of the pond that gave him his answer. It was a stillness that was reflected within him for the very first time in his life.
Tranquillity. He felt tranquil.
He had found his Sanctuary.
The End