Drabbles from Destiny
Author note: This is truly and experiment. I am a fan of this show, yet I struggle to find the bright spots. For me, TJ and Greer are two of the characters I find most interesting. My other fics in this fandom have tried to pair them up. I'm not sure I've been successful in that.
However, this thread is a drabble/ficlet thread. There will be five fics each post based from a random list of themes. Most will be 100 words exactly unless the muse strikes for a little more. I hope you enjoy.
stone
Greer stared at photo and smiled. It was one of two things that kept him sane on this ship of fools. The photo, and the person in it, were the reason he had passed when his turn had come up to visit Earth. There was no need. There was no one back home for him. The person he wanted was already here, on Destiny. She was a golden goddess; a woman he had been in love with for some time. Only now, in light of her recent freedom, desired or not, had he reached out to her. It was slow going.
bright
For a moment Eli thought that crashing into the heart of a star would be sweet relief. He would die instantly, feeling no pain. The moment passed and his survival instinct kicked in. The trouble was the situation was completely out of his control. He and Rush, Brody, Volker, and the others had done all they could. They were going to die and it was strangely beautiful.
He stood with Chloe, wanting to hold her hand. He actually reached for her, but never made contact. He was about to die a fiery death and he couldn't touch the girl's hand.
chime
TJ was jogged from a fitful sleep by the ringing of her door chime. Throwing the covers aside, she sleepily approached the locking mechanism, absently activating it.
"What?" she growled. irritated. "It's the middle of the night."
When he greeting was met with silence, she finally looked up to see who had 'come knocking' so late. Her eyes met the stern but appraising regard of Colonel Young. Everett.
She suddenly felt naked; which wasn't far from the truth given that she was wearing only a bra and panties.
"Do you always answer the door in your underwear, Lieutenant?" Young asked.
laugh
Someone was laughing. It was a strange sound on Destiny. But a welcome one. Eli couldn't remember the last time he heard a true, gut buster. He followed the sounds like a horse searching for water.
When entered the dining area, he saw TJ trying to stifle the lyrical laughter which had drawn him, Greer sitting next to her covered in gruel, and playing cards strewn across the table.
"What happened?" Eli asked, the virtually empty room.
"He…" said TJ, catching her breath. "Lost."
Greer, who was grinning when Eli entered, shut down.
"Not a word, Computer Boy," he said.
hold
This latest debacle made Sharon's absence even more painful. Camille felt alone and defeated. Young always seemed to be one step ahead of her. Damn him. And, Rush had failed her miserably. She needed someone to talk to; someone she knew; someone she loved, who would not judge her. She needed comfort. She needed reason and understanding. She needed to know she was right! Is that what Sharon would say? The entire situation was untenable. She wondered what her partner was doing. How did she feel right now? Was it anything like the helplessness Camille, herself, felt at the moment?