Somewhere in the Galaxy (fanfic100)
My fanfic 100 table
Title: Somewhere in the Galaxy
Fandom:Blake's 7
Character:Kerr Avon
Prompt:Friends
Word Count:257
Rating: PG (slashy relationship mentioned as possibility)
Author's Notes: Refers to episode "Killer"
Somewhere in the Galaxy
Tynus and I had very little in common, beyond a disdain for poverty. I don't know exactly how we became friends.
Oh, perhaps I do recall the beginning. His computer had malfunctioned and our superior sent for me to put it right - another unpaid, unacknowledged task I'd perform to make his section look good on the productivity tables. I should have joined the IT team in the first place; I spent enough time doing their job. I would have, except that I'd have to listen to people complaining all day long, and I would rather deal with computers, data input, and programming.
Tynus had a graphite rod in his hand when I approached. He was using it on a notepad. "There's no need to perform computations by hand," I told him. "I'm sure this repair won't take long."
He looked up, startled, apparently having been concentrating to the exclusion of all else. I knew that feeling well, and, out of curiosity, I glanced at the paper he held. It wasn't figures. I laughed. The caricature of our superior wasn't technically very good, but the caption made up for the lack of artistic ability.
He grinned at me and told me he had others, at home. He even understood the joke I made about 'seeing his etchings'. We never did actually have sex. After I saw his drawings, it was obvious I had too few limbs to attract him, and personally, I find gingers too emotional for my tastes. Still, after our own fashions, we were friends.
Title: Somewhere in the Galaxy
Fandom:Blake's 7
Character:Kerr Avon
Prompt:Friends
Word Count:257
Rating: PG (slashy relationship mentioned as possibility)
Author's Notes: Refers to episode "Killer"
Somewhere in the Galaxy
Tynus and I had very little in common, beyond a disdain for poverty. I don't know exactly how we became friends.
Oh, perhaps I do recall the beginning. His computer had malfunctioned and our superior sent for me to put it right - another unpaid, unacknowledged task I'd perform to make his section look good on the productivity tables. I should have joined the IT team in the first place; I spent enough time doing their job. I would have, except that I'd have to listen to people complaining all day long, and I would rather deal with computers, data input, and programming.
Tynus had a graphite rod in his hand when I approached. He was using it on a notepad. "There's no need to perform computations by hand," I told him. "I'm sure this repair won't take long."
He looked up, startled, apparently having been concentrating to the exclusion of all else. I knew that feeling well, and, out of curiosity, I glanced at the paper he held. It wasn't figures. I laughed. The caricature of our superior wasn't technically very good, but the caption made up for the lack of artistic ability.
He grinned at me and told me he had others, at home. He even understood the joke I made about 'seeing his etchings'. We never did actually have sex. After I saw his drawings, it was obvious I had too few limbs to attract him, and personally, I find gingers too emotional for my tastes. Still, after our own fashions, we were friends.