Title: Pride
Author: nostalgia
Rated: PG
Summary: Two friends fall out over a woman. Kind of. (300 words)
Disclaimer: "Property is theft." (OK, Paramount. Nice try though, huh?)
Homepage: http://bitextual.gatefiction.com/nostalgia
Author's Notes: Second of seven sins (all self-contained, don't worry). Slashy recollections, unrequited heterosexuality, Dark!Jon and some annoying stylistic choices. What more could you ask for, eh?
Seven Sins, "gotta' catch 'em all": http://bitextual.gatefiction.com/nostalgia/7sins.htm
[warp four point five]
There is nothing that needs to be said.
(stress fractures, nervous exhaustion)
How would you say it?
("you hurt her. you hurt her and you don't care. you hurt her and you expect me to fix it")
[warp four point six, because he was mistaken]
The woman that you both love (unrequited, for how could she love anyone?) was right again and the wound reopened and he started thinking with his ego.
He didn't yell at her though. That would make people think less of him.
("she has our best interests at heart")
("she has no heart")
[warp four point seven, because he felt embarrassed]
The woman who is not a woman (yours) suffered in his place. She screamed to you, and you were powerless. You felt and you knew and all you could do was plan ahead. You cared for her after the event.
You repaired his damage.
Do you hate him yet?
(she might be his ship, but her heart belongs to you)
[warp four point eight, because someone else knew the answers]
Metal fatigue and the need for speed. Hurt, he is dangerous.
The floor beneath you trembled and your fingers slipped pointlessly around the safety rail. Faster and faster and you started to wonder what he thought he was running away from.
(you remembered)
He was your lover, once, and you cared for nothing else.
He is not the man he was.
[warp four point, for his father]
You are not here to fix him. (will you remember that the next time? can you turn away?)
[warp five, for his pride]
A shuddering, juddering halt and the pain is over, for now.
He tore her engines apart. But you're the one with the scars.
("it didn't used to be like this, jon")
Author: nostalgia
Rated: PG
Summary: Two friends fall out over a woman. Kind of. (300 words)
Disclaimer: "Property is theft." (OK, Paramount. Nice try though, huh?)
Homepage: http://bitextual.gatefiction.com/nostalgia
Author's Notes: Second of seven sins (all self-contained, don't worry). Slashy recollections, unrequited heterosexuality, Dark!Jon and some annoying stylistic choices. What more could you ask for, eh?
Seven Sins, "gotta' catch 'em all": http://bitextual.gatefiction.com/nostalgia/7sins.htm
[warp four point five]
There is nothing that needs to be said.
(stress fractures, nervous exhaustion)
How would you say it?
("you hurt her. you hurt her and you don't care. you hurt her and you expect me to fix it")
[warp four point six, because he was mistaken]
The woman that you both love (unrequited, for how could she love anyone?) was right again and the wound reopened and he started thinking with his ego.
He didn't yell at her though. That would make people think less of him.
("she has our best interests at heart")
("she has no heart")
[warp four point seven, because he felt embarrassed]
The woman who is not a woman (yours) suffered in his place. She screamed to you, and you were powerless. You felt and you knew and all you could do was plan ahead. You cared for her after the event.
You repaired his damage.
Do you hate him yet?
(she might be his ship, but her heart belongs to you)
[warp four point eight, because someone else knew the answers]
Metal fatigue and the need for speed. Hurt, he is dangerous.
The floor beneath you trembled and your fingers slipped pointlessly around the safety rail. Faster and faster and you started to wonder what he thought he was running away from.
(you remembered)
He was your lover, once, and you cared for nothing else.
He is not the man he was.
[warp four point, for his father]
You are not here to fix him. (will you remember that the next time? can you turn away?)
[warp five, for his pride]
A shuddering, juddering halt and the pain is over, for now.
He tore her engines apart. But you're the one with the scars.
("it didn't used to be like this, jon")