This is a follow up to my story, Crash Landing. I wasn't sure what to do after that and started a couple of things that didn't please me. Then I saw an alphabet prompt by another author that inspired me to do short prompts about the Quill brothers. Each prompt is based on a random word and happens during one of the first eight week weeks Tyrion is with the Ravagers.

Enjoy!

Week 1 - Can

"What's up with you?" Peter asked the words with a frown as he sat down next to Tyrion.

The dwarf didn't look up from his datapad. He didn't know that Peter was frowning but it was in the bigger teen's voice. Worry and concern were there, too, and that tone was enough to stop the sharp reply that bubbled up in Tyrion's throat. "Nothing. I'm studying the Eclector's drives."

"Seriously?" Peter sounded disbelieving. "You've been in space for almost a week and all you've done is read. C'mon, it's time for some fun. I've got some Melbivian slime-"

"Reading is fun." Tyrion believed that but there was no joy in it tonight. His chest hurt with an unending ache.

Peter sighed huffily and Tyrion continued to ignore him. Without warning, Peter reached out and grabbed the datapad from him, putting it on the other side of his legs. Tyrion looked up, his face twisting with anger. "Give that back!"

Peter didn't react to his words. "Ty. What's going on, man?"

Rage and frustration twined in the smaller teen and he balled his fists. "There is nothing going on save that you think you can boss me around."

"What? Ty, no, no." Peter turned so that he was half-facing Tyrion. "Look, man, I'm worried. You've been withdrawn and I can't remember when you last laughed. Did I-" He stopped himself with a grimace and when he spoke again, he was almost whispering. "Do I need to take you back?"

"Back to my father?" The words sent shivers down Tyrion's spine. "No, of course not. I just-" He stopped himself, the next words catching in his throat.

"Just tell me what will make it better." Peter put a hand on his shoulder. "I took you out of there to make things better and if that-" Now his voice tripped over the knot in his throat. "If that made you miserable, I need to fix it."

Tyrion laughed, only a touch bitterly. "Peter, you don't have to fix anything. I'm just a little homesick. Before you think that you need to help me repair that, I'm not sick for home. I miss Jaime."

Peter frowned before comprehension dawned. "Oh, right! Your brother."

"The only person who treated me with any kindness on Westeros." Tyrion swallowed, feeling sorrow. "I feel guilty that I didn't say farewell."

"Well, lemme ask you." Peter looked intently at the other teen. "If he knew you were happy out here, would he want you to come back?"

"No. Even if I did return, Jaime will be at King's Landing." Tyrion smiled sadly. "He has been chosen to a Kingsguard. I will never be allowed to go to the seat of the Seven Realms."

"Right, I have no idea what that means." Peter reached into his pocket and pulled out a small red and silver cylinder. "But I get the idea that your brother would prefer you to be happy over being around him, right?" Tyrion nodded, amused at how Peter had broken it down. "Then he'd be happy you're here, and would rather you stay here, rather than putting yourself in range of your father again."

"Yes, I'd already thought of that." Tyrion sighed. "I just miss him." The two were silent for a moment; nothing could be done to fix the problem and they both moved on. He pointed at the cylinder Peter held. "What's that?"

Peter held it aloft as if showing off a prize. "This is my very last can of Coke. It was in my bag when I was kidnapped. I only had two, and I drank the first during a bout of homesickness. I've been saving this for a special occasion."

"And this qualifies?" Tyrion raised an eyebrow.

"Sure!" Peter pulled on a metal tab on the top of the cylinder, breaking open a hole in the top. Tyrion could hear a sizzling noise from the inside of the can. Peter took a drink, making a soft humming noise of appreciation, and then passed it to him. The smaller teen took a cautious drink, choking a little on the strange fizzing in his mouth and the sweetness.

"Interesting." Tyrion glanced up at him. "Is this a favorite of yours?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah. My mom and I - we'd share one together while watching stars." His lips twitched up in a smile. "They're better cold."

He wasn't sure he liked it but the smaller teen was touched nonetheless. "I'm honored you'd share this with me." Tyrion held out the drink.

"Dude, seriously," Peter said as he took the can back, "I can't think of a better person to share this with."