Author Note: I'm back. I've let this thread languish for long enough. The second season is in full swing with some interesting developments. This thread will jump around in the timeline of the series, but should be pretty easy to follow. I appreciate all reviews and hope you will take the time to leave one.

Drabbles from Destiny

2 a.m.

Varro paced his quarters like a tired lion. His mind wouldn't stop long enough to allow him sleep. Peace with Colonel Young was his first and only concern. In a matter of minutes, Simeon had already frayed the fragile tightrope of trust which Young had offered. What he do with the zealous trouble maker? What would Young do?

TJ entered his thoughts. She was an angel of mercy and a refreshingly tolerant presence among so much posturing. He felt horribly about what had happened to her and wondered how she managed to stand so tall in the wake of it.

metaphor

Colonel Everett Young was drowning in the minutiae of his command. He was no diplomat and, with three factions vying to have their needs to be met, he felt burdened by the need to maintain control. Although he had taken the man for granted, it was nice to have David on board. It wasn't easy for him to share command, but the presence of another officer of equal rank on board was a small comfort. Ever sense he had broken the Lucian's control over Telford, the man had been nothing but helpful. Now, it was time to share the burden.

sky

Even though he knew it was coming, Eli was shocked by the red light that bathed everything on the planet. It was like looking through infrared goggles. He adjusted his protective eyewear and took the steps down the Ancient stairs to the ground level. The red sun was an oddity, but so was the breathable atmosphere and edible vegetation. They needed food and water, but more than anything shore leave had become a necessity. Now matter how big Destiny was, it still enclosed. Despite walking on solid ground, Eli couldn't shake old naval adage "Red sky in morning, sailor take warning".

lost scene

"You ok?" Greer asked Park as soon as the Lucian detainees were returned to their quarters.

"Yeah," she replied, nonchalantly. "Sure. No big deal, Ron."

"You sure about that?" he pressed.

"I'm sure," she replied. "It's not like I haven't heard it before."

Greer was surprised. "What do you mean? Other people talk to you like that?"

She smiled sadly. "Ron, you're not the only man I've been with on Destiny."

He knew, but he didn't like the idea of others treating her like Simeon had.

"Still doesn't excuse anyone talking to you like that."

"You're sweet," she said, smiling and reaching out, tentatively, to touch his face.

"I don't hear that very often," he replied, enjoying the cool touch of her hand. "Thanks."

we all float on

Dale Volker wanted to play cards; Gin Rummy to be specific. Though he had a lot of work to do, he chose to take breaks when they presented themselves. He soon discovered that Destiny did not allow for down time activities per se and decided that he would manufacture a deck of cards. He presented the idea to Colonel Young and was given one role of duct tape, a ball point pen, and best wishes in his endeavor. Within a day, he had discovered a seemingly innocuous series of squares. After a cursory investigation of the squares, he judged them safe. Wrapping 52 of them in a coat of duct tape, he proceeded to mark each card according the traditional designations.

Three days later, he and Brody were deep into a game of Texas hold 'Em when his three of spades started vibrating.