A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, g2 - write a drabble collection consisting of drabbles 50-500 words. This drabble is also written for the OTP and OT3 Boot-Camp Challenge, #031 - battleground.
in the cell-binds of war
3. firelights outside the glass
She's not the one on the front lines. She sees the firelight from behind the glass of the ship and it's not only her. There's the captain too, and the pilot, and much of the crew. It's her sister out there. And Shun and Ray and Athrun too. And all she does is provide support from the sidelines. Send out bits of Shun's machine when he needs them. Let them know when they're leaving the combat zone, or firing so they can avoid friendly shots. Little things like that.
But that's enough to give her nightmares sometimes. Especially when Luna comes back all bloody…and Athrun too.
Is she a bad sister, thinking about both of them, not having her attention solely on her injured sister?
But Luna asks after Athrun too. She's also worried. And Athrun is… Well, she hasn't seen him, and that makes her worried to.
But when she can't sleep at night and stares out the glass again, this time at the quiet black, Athrun is there as well. Staring silently, and with such a melancholic expression she can't help but freeze in her place so as not to disturb him.
He's thinking of those firelights too, she realises. But she wonders how different they'd look from the cockpit.
She's an intelligence officer. She's never sat in a cockpit and unless they need to evacuate valuable information, she probably never will. Her clearance isn't that high anyway. It's fairly high. She's on the Minerva after all. But not good enough for pirates or Orb or the Earth Federation Forces…
The view from the ship must be very different from the cockpit, but she can't ask Athrun. Not while he wears that face.
Maybe she'll ask Luna…one day.