drabbles: Terminator, SN, Trek reboot - PG
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tigriswolfTitle: fragile lullaby
Fandom: Terminator movies
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-T2
Pairings: Kyle/Sarah
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Prompt: angel
Everything she does is for Kyle, the running and training and pretending. Everything she learns is for John, for Kyle’s savior and Kyle’s son.
Sometimes she believes that the doctors are right, that she must be crazy and wrong and a danger to John, and that Kyle was crazy, too. That the future he told her about is a delusion and the robot she destroyed never existed.
She clings to John at night, to her baby, to her only piece of Kyle. She clings to him until she is caught and locked away and she can’t cling to anything anymore.
Title: bonedust
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 250
Point of view: third
Prompt: Toledo
His least-favorite place in all the world is Ohio. Toledo, to be exact. He hates it more than any other place ever, even after he forgets why. He remembers blood and pain and the sharp glint of bone, and someone gasping for breath, and someone else screaming. And he can remember thinking not like this not like this not fucking Toledo not after everything not like this no not like this please not like this.
Years and years and years and miles and states and kills—anything that gets in his way, anything that bothers him. When he thinks about it, he’s almost sure he lost his morals in Toledo.
He hates Toledo and avoids Ohio in its entirety. Centuries roll past and Ohio no longer exists, and he still bypasses that patch of ground. He carries a silver-handled gun and a gleaming dagger, and wears a golden amulet around his neck that whispers homefamilybloodbrother. He doesn’t think of it as his, but he can’t bear to part with it.
Whatever it means, he knows that knowledge is lost in Toledo, along with any name but Hunter, but Killer, but Death.
He hates Toledo long after the United States crumbles to dust and humans escape a dying planet for the stars. He hates Toledo for reasons he cannot recall, but probably have something to do with how he doesn’t die and can’t be killed.
It has something to do with whatever—whoever?—he lost there, but he simply can’t remember.
Title: why can't we just forget, ride off into the sunset?
Fandom: Star Trek reboot
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Big&Rich.
Warnings: um. depressing?
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 250
Point of view: third
Prompt: fixed
Notes: same ‘verse as “Tryin’ to chase the Lone Ranger down” but can be read without knowledge of that one
They find Dr. McCoy slumped over Captain Kirk, both cold to the touch and covered in blood. Lieutenant Danvers quickly ascertains that McCoy has a faint pulse, but can’t find one for the captain. They are beamed directly to sickbay and everyone waits for word.
Acting Captain Spock orders Helmsman Sulu to warp posthaste, and everyone can tell that his Vulcan façade masks a storm of kill-them-all-now. Lieutenant Uhura stands at his side, hands clasped behind her back.
When the news comes, Spock bows his head while Chekov sobs. Sulu wraps his arms around him. Uhura grips Spock’s hand and he pulls her to him, clutching her close. The rest of the bridge fares no better.
It is a long, heartrending moment before Spock says, “Sulu, turn the Enterprise around.” His voice is nowhere near emotionless and the fury in it chills them all to the bone.
“Yes, sir,” Sulu replies.
Vengeance is not logical. As the old Terran adage goes, a person who embarks on a quest for revenge should dig two graves.
Dr. McCoy and Captain Kirk died pointless deaths. Spock will have no need to justify himself to anyone. Everyone who matters already understands and fully agrees—or are the ones in need of vengeance.
Spock sits in a chair he has never wished to and commands a ship that will never feel like his. He knows his career will never recover; he does not care.
“Lay it to waste,” he orders. Without hesitation, he is obeyed.
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Date: 2009-07-10 01:33 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2009-07-10 01:37 pm (UTC)RIGHT?
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Date: 2009-07-10 01:40 pm (UTC)After I finish finding them some post-Pon Farr equilibrium, I'll see what happens. ^_^
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Date: 2009-07-10 01:57 pm (UTC)2) Oh, Sam!
3) Is it bad that this made me go "yesssss!"?
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Date: 2009-07-10 02:02 pm (UTC)2. *pets him*
3. It's horrid.
Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2009-07-10 06:22 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2009-07-10 07:44 pm (UTC)BRB need defibrillation.
(In other words: it was good and I'm totally going to read more of your stuff now.)