t h e c o l d l i g h t o f m o u r n i n g
For the first time in years, they see each other. Trip, Malcolm, and Twilight
Disclaimer: No own. No litigate.
Warning: Because subtext runs rampant in the series, too.
And Enoch walked with God; and he was not, for God took him.
—Genesis 5:24
Captain Tucker leaned forward in his chair, head out, eyes straight, and stared into the view screen. His face was solemn and sad, and he knew that he was about to die, but he'd be damned if he was going to die without a fight. So he looked at Captain Reed, who sat at his station, proud and brave, fingers on his controls, who knew too that he was about to die. Blue eyes met blue eyes and a nod and the crew thought that they were just speaking to each other in the way that only a captain and his first officer can speak. The look said: Launch the weapons. And then the bright and dark of death.
Yet in that hovering instant, something passed between them. It wasn't a captain-first officer thing that the crew thought it was. It was something more, because, for the first time in years, they were young again and none of this had happened before and it would never happen again and Trip was seeing Malcolm, and Malcolm was seeing Trip and maybe the look was I'm sorry, but maybe it was I love you. And then the bright and dark of death.