FIC: Drabble Meme Part II (Lost, Andromeda)
More drabbles written for this meme.
For kawaiispinel:
Charlie is bent over his piano, singing a new song, stopping periodically to scribble down lyrics and notes.
Claire is sprawled lazily on the couch, Aaron balanced on her stomach, giggling and playing a game of patty-cake and looking over at Daddy periodically.
There's a note from Liam nestled among the bills on the coffee table; there's a message from Sun on the answering machine; there's Hurley on TV, grinning his way through an interview.
Claire is happy; she feels safe, and loved; she loves Aaron, she loves Charlie; she thinks this is all she'll ever need.
This never happened.
Shannon Rutherford had learned at an early age that nobody was on her side except her. She couldn't trust her father, or Boone, or her friends; she damn sure couldn't count on Sabrina. So throughout her life, she crafted her own advantages, made her own escapes, took what she could and ran like hell.
Sayid Jarrah changed all of that for her. But sometimes, with his hand on hers, she thought that her life hadn't changed all that much; she was still taking love wherever she could find it.
Then he kissed her, and it didn't matter so much anymore.
"Are you certain that the Others will be passing this way?"
"Yes. But only if you stop talking. Otherwise they will hear you and not come."
"Yes, of course."
"The Others are very perceptive."
"So I've found."
Silence.
"But are you absolutely sure that-mfh."
Another, longer pause.
"Er. What was that?"
"I realize it has been a while for you, Sayid, but generally when a woman presses her lips to yours it is considered a kiss."
"Uh, yes. Yes, of course. But...but why?"
"Because I need you to be quiet now."
"Ah. Yes. Well."
"They'll be here soon."
"Yes."
He brought red roses to their first date, proffering them sheepishly. "Cliché, I'm sorry," he apologized, "But it seemed a good idea at the time."
She laughed and took them. "They're beautiful, Desmond."
"Suppose clichés must get their start somewhere, eh?" He smiled, relieved, and took her arm when she offered.
Years later, Desmond stood onboard a ship, feeling the wind as they sped away from the Island that had imprisoned him for so long. He felt someone approach and turned to see who.
Penny held out a red rose to him. "Cliché, I'm..."
She didn't finish. He kissed her.
For rommies_voice
"I never imagined it would end this way."
Rommie sat next to him and reached out to take his hand. He let her, unresisting.
"This is how the world ends," he quoted softly. "Not with a bang but a whimper." He sighed. "If I'd left five minutes earlier-"
"You would have died with the planet, too. Harper-"
"Yeah. That's exactly what I was thinking." He smiled emptily and she ached for him. "Earth is gone, Rommie. My home...What's left for me in the universe?"
"Me," she said without thinking about it, and tightened her grip on his hand.
For kawaiispinel:
Charlie is bent over his piano, singing a new song, stopping periodically to scribble down lyrics and notes.
Claire is sprawled lazily on the couch, Aaron balanced on her stomach, giggling and playing a game of patty-cake and looking over at Daddy periodically.
There's a note from Liam nestled among the bills on the coffee table; there's a message from Sun on the answering machine; there's Hurley on TV, grinning his way through an interview.
Claire is happy; she feels safe, and loved; she loves Aaron, she loves Charlie; she thinks this is all she'll ever need.
This never happened.
Shannon Rutherford had learned at an early age that nobody was on her side except her. She couldn't trust her father, or Boone, or her friends; she damn sure couldn't count on Sabrina. So throughout her life, she crafted her own advantages, made her own escapes, took what she could and ran like hell.
Sayid Jarrah changed all of that for her. But sometimes, with his hand on hers, she thought that her life hadn't changed all that much; she was still taking love wherever she could find it.
Then he kissed her, and it didn't matter so much anymore.
"Are you certain that the Others will be passing this way?"
"Yes. But only if you stop talking. Otherwise they will hear you and not come."
"Yes, of course."
"The Others are very perceptive."
"So I've found."
Silence.
"But are you absolutely sure that-mfh."
Another, longer pause.
"Er. What was that?"
"I realize it has been a while for you, Sayid, but generally when a woman presses her lips to yours it is considered a kiss."
"Uh, yes. Yes, of course. But...but why?"
"Because I need you to be quiet now."
"Ah. Yes. Well."
"They'll be here soon."
"Yes."
He brought red roses to their first date, proffering them sheepishly. "Cliché, I'm sorry," he apologized, "But it seemed a good idea at the time."
She laughed and took them. "They're beautiful, Desmond."
"Suppose clichés must get their start somewhere, eh?" He smiled, relieved, and took her arm when she offered.
Years later, Desmond stood onboard a ship, feeling the wind as they sped away from the Island that had imprisoned him for so long. He felt someone approach and turned to see who.
Penny held out a red rose to him. "Cliché, I'm..."
She didn't finish. He kissed her.
For rommies_voice
"I never imagined it would end this way."
Rommie sat next to him and reached out to take his hand. He let her, unresisting.
"This is how the world ends," he quoted softly. "Not with a bang but a whimper." He sighed. "If I'd left five minutes earlier-"
"You would have died with the planet, too. Harper-"
"Yeah. That's exactly what I was thinking." He smiled emptily and she ached for him. "Earth is gone, Rommie. My home...What's left for me in the universe?"
"Me," she said without thinking about it, and tightened her grip on his hand.