OK, I'm going to apologise beforehand with this drabble as I think it's the most depressing thing I've ever written in my entire life. Therefore, I'm going to quickly post before I change my mind.
Written for the
ar_drabbles Bill's birthday challenge.
100 work drabble. Rated T
Title: Each Year That Passes
His first birthday after the attacks.
Was spent on his back unconscious in sick bay. Laura sat in the brig. No chance of a celebration.
His second birthday after the attacks.
Was spent in his rack alone in his quarters. Laura sat in her tent. No opportunity for any celebration.
His third birthday after the attacks.
Was spent in a chair reading in sick bay. Laura lay in the cot. No cause for celebration.
His fourth birthday after the attacks.
Was spent on a ridge surveying the scenery on Earth. Laura lay in her grave. No one to celebrate with.