Billy drabble
Nix, Bugs and I all wanted to use the photo of Billy for this week’s challenge, so we decided to put the seasons in a hat and write about the photo being moved from place to place.
The original drabble, Reflected, we based the idea on can be found here.
Bugs’s season two drabble, In Its Place, here.
Nix’s season three drabble, Hull Breach, (or the one with an actual storyline), here
So now... (Longest header evah.) My sappy season four one. (I’m choosing to ignore Nix’s dig that it would be RCT no matter which season.)
Title: Family Portrait
Author: Aussie
Rated: T
(300) word drabble
This was it then.
Cottle hadn’t pulled any punches with his prognosis. When he’d finished telling me our (limited) options, he’d gruffly muttered something about calling the Admiral and left, the curtain rod rattling in his wake.
I was still trying to compose myself. I hated crying.
“Hey.”
I gasped. I wasn’t sure how he did that. One word; one completely irrelevant word.
I lifted my hand in his general direction. I could have gone in search of my glasses, but I’d use any excuse, even one as frightening as going blind, to draw him close. (I assumed the gods would forgive me this one small scrap of selfishness.)
He took my reaching hand in his.
“Will you stay with me?” I begged.
Impending death did strange things to people, I decided.
"Like you’d have to ask,” he replied in the husky tone that had earned him his callsign. “If I need to check into CIC, Cottle’s here. Although he did say you’d have to take a number, and to tell you he has other patients,” he added teasingly. “And we still have Lee, despite..." He cleared his throat. "And...”
I heard a rustling and then Bill placed a photo frame in my hands. I blinked rapidly and focused.
“I look so healthy there, even though I was dying,” I noted with wonder.
“It’s because you were happy.”
I wouldn’t even have this one piece of memorabilia if it wasn’t for Bill.
I stroked Billy’s cheek. Bill mirrored the action, softly caressing my skin. Then, he leaned down and kissed me in the same place.
Lee, Cottle, my late son, and my loyal husband...
I tilted my head until our lips met. “You make me happy,” I confessed.
Bill hadn’t only given me a home, he’d gifted me a family.
The original drabble, Reflected, we based the idea on can be found here.
Bugs’s season two drabble, In Its Place, here.
Nix’s season three drabble, Hull Breach, (or the one with an actual storyline), here
So now... (Longest header evah.) My sappy season four one. (I’m choosing to ignore Nix’s dig that it would be RCT no matter which season.)
Title: Family Portrait
Author: Aussie
Rated: T
(300) word drabble
This was it then.
Cottle hadn’t pulled any punches with his prognosis. When he’d finished telling me our (limited) options, he’d gruffly muttered something about calling the Admiral and left, the curtain rod rattling in his wake.
I was still trying to compose myself. I hated crying.
“Hey.”
I gasped. I wasn’t sure how he did that. One word; one completely irrelevant word.
I lifted my hand in his general direction. I could have gone in search of my glasses, but I’d use any excuse, even one as frightening as going blind, to draw him close. (I assumed the gods would forgive me this one small scrap of selfishness.)
He took my reaching hand in his.
“Will you stay with me?” I begged.
Impending death did strange things to people, I decided.
"Like you’d have to ask,” he replied in the husky tone that had earned him his callsign. “If I need to check into CIC, Cottle’s here. Although he did say you’d have to take a number, and to tell you he has other patients,” he added teasingly. “And we still have Lee, despite..." He cleared his throat. "And...”
I heard a rustling and then Bill placed a photo frame in my hands. I blinked rapidly and focused.
“I look so healthy there, even though I was dying,” I noted with wonder.
“It’s because you were happy.”
I wouldn’t even have this one piece of memorabilia if it wasn’t for Bill.
I stroked Billy’s cheek. Bill mirrored the action, softly caressing my skin. Then, he leaned down and kissed me in the same place.
Lee, Cottle, my late son, and my loyal husband...
I tilted my head until our lips met. “You make me happy,” I confessed.
Bill hadn’t only given me a home, he’d gifted me a family.