Two mini TNG fics
Title: Dark Light
Author: Cold Nostalgia.
Rating: PG
Fandom: ST: TNG
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Prompt: Betazed.
Word count: 160
Characters: Deanna, Will, Beverly
Summary: Betazed has fallen.
They take it in turns to sit with her that night. Both of them haven’t stopped since the war began, but nevertheless time is made for someone who has been such an integral part of their existence for so many years.
Their efforts are not appreciated. The possible last daughter of the great houses of Betazed does not take kindly to the vigil. One hundred thousand years of culture and history long lost, now keenly remembered, burn behind eyes that blind her to the present and the future.
Words are of no comfort; their gestures do not banish a hundred dead faces frozen in her mind; their love does not remove the decidedly dark light from behind normally gentle eyes.
Betazed has fallen. Deanna only wants to fall with it.
Instead she is struck down with a severe case of Abaron flu which requires that she be placed into stasis for six months.
Their Captain looks the other way.
Title: Alone Amongst Friends.
Author: Cold Nostalgia
Disclaimer: Don’t own.
Characters: Picard
Fandom: ST: TNG
Word count: 176
Rating: PG
Prompt: Section 31
Summary: It’s one of his senior staff.
…It’s one of his senior staff.
The realisation comes upon Jean Luc slowly, slogging it’s way through thick layers of denial and hurt until he can finally think it. He cannot yet give the thought voice.
His mind will not allow him to think of Beverly. Worf is incapable of such dishonour. Will was never good enough an actor to hide his desire of Jean Luc’s ship.
The others are shrouded from him; cloaked in a nebula of mundane trivia.
He almost wants it to be Geordi. Data would break his heart. Deanna would destroy Will and devastate Beverly. He thinks he could live with Geordi being the traitor; imagines he could answer Data’s questions, manage the late night discussions after a point.
Perhaps after a time he would learn to live with his anger if it were Geordi.
Yet, Jean Luc’s eyes always shift to his left. He knows nothing of her. Nothing of any real substance. She cannot say the same for him, for any of them.
The justified rage has not come yet.
Author: Cold Nostalgia.
Rating: PG
Fandom: ST: TNG
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Prompt: Betazed.
Word count: 160
Characters: Deanna, Will, Beverly
Summary: Betazed has fallen.
They take it in turns to sit with her that night. Both of them haven’t stopped since the war began, but nevertheless time is made for someone who has been such an integral part of their existence for so many years.
Their efforts are not appreciated. The possible last daughter of the great houses of Betazed does not take kindly to the vigil. One hundred thousand years of culture and history long lost, now keenly remembered, burn behind eyes that blind her to the present and the future.
Words are of no comfort; their gestures do not banish a hundred dead faces frozen in her mind; their love does not remove the decidedly dark light from behind normally gentle eyes.
Betazed has fallen. Deanna only wants to fall with it.
Instead she is struck down with a severe case of Abaron flu which requires that she be placed into stasis for six months.
Their Captain looks the other way.
Title: Alone Amongst Friends.
Author: Cold Nostalgia
Disclaimer: Don’t own.
Characters: Picard
Fandom: ST: TNG
Word count: 176
Rating: PG
Prompt: Section 31
Summary: It’s one of his senior staff.
…It’s one of his senior staff.
The realisation comes upon Jean Luc slowly, slogging it’s way through thick layers of denial and hurt until he can finally think it. He cannot yet give the thought voice.
His mind will not allow him to think of Beverly. Worf is incapable of such dishonour. Will was never good enough an actor to hide his desire of Jean Luc’s ship.
The others are shrouded from him; cloaked in a nebula of mundane trivia.
He almost wants it to be Geordi. Data would break his heart. Deanna would destroy Will and devastate Beverly. He thinks he could live with Geordi being the traitor; imagines he could answer Data’s questions, manage the late night discussions after a point.
Perhaps after a time he would learn to live with his anger if it were Geordi.
Yet, Jean Luc’s eyes always shift to his left. He knows nothing of her. Nothing of any real substance. She cannot say the same for him, for any of them.
The justified rage has not come yet.