A.N. - I really meant to do a drabble on an underused character for this installment, but this prompt was too intriguing to pass up. Mixes S1 events with later season's info. As always,. I don't own CL or profit from this in any way (or say that enough).

Prompt: Black
Character: Aelita
Words: 200
Rating: PG

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For a while, black was all she saw. Superficially, she knew she actually had to open her eyelids to be able to see, but not having physically done so in a dozen or so years made the process seem rather complex.

Besides, this darkness was nice. Boring, but nice.

There were voices, though - muffled as if impeded not by shut eyes, but by dense metal. Perhaps her ears were faulty after they, too, had gone unused for so long.

And there was a sense of cold seeping through...was that her clothes? Certainly it was not the outfit she's grown accustomed to during her Lyokan sojourn. They seemed scratchy yet strangely comfortable. If it weren't for the overwhelming blackness surrounding her, she could see what she was clad in.

All this concentrating on the nothing ness that seemingly held everything was tiring. If doing nothing except simply being was this exhausting, she was not sure she could handle what was outside. Without realizing it, she let sleep claim her as the light poured in.

With a hiss and a cloud of smoke, a tube opened. A circle of captivated faces witnessed a life pulled from the darkness and triumphantly resumed.