Various - comment_fic drabbles
Some 100-word drabbles written for comment_fic. Heroes, Lost, Primeval, Torchwood. Various pairings.
Heroes
Adam/Mohinder, sunset
The sun will always rise and always set. Adam has watched the sky for centuries and has learnt one thing: that what humans do does not matter. Their wars and squabbles are tiny. Pointless. The sun, timeless, is above it all.
And so is he.
But while the sky never changes, his experience shifts. The surroundings and fashions morph over time and he has different lovers by his side when he watches the sunset. In the twenty-first century, it is Mohinder Suresh who is with him: in Adam's eyes, Mohinder is brighter than the sun could ever hope to be.
Claire/Elle, red hot burning love
It consumes her. It burns her up from the inside out until all she can think about is Claire, all she wants to think about is Claire. Soft, golden blonde hair haunts her daydreams and in her mind's eye there is a blue gaze settled hungrily upon her. It curls in Elle's belly, an obsession, driving her wild in a way that she hadn't known possible. When Claire is in danger, she tries to save her; when Claire is upset, she tries to please her. She's never felt this way before.
And if this is love, Elle thinks it sucks.
Elle/Mohinder, working lunch
He brings sandwiches and coffee back to the car with him. "I thought you must be getting hungry by now," Mohinder says with a smile as he hands them over. She checks the flavour: not quite her favourite, but it's close enough to make her smile as she sits in her car seat next to his. Stakeouts are totally boring.
"You're the best partner ever," she beams brightly.
Bennet never brought her lunch.
Mohinder smiles and they sit together, eating sandwiches and sipping coffee: they talk quietly together and Elle thinks that this must be what having friends feels like.
Lost
Sayid/Shannon, secluded beach spot
She lives there, on the perfect golden sand, and she watches the blue ocean lap against the shore. The wind whistles through the trees at a volume designed to be comforting, not frightening. She can close her eyes and bask in the warm sunshine and pretend the dead can tan.
Sayid does not visit this beach any more. She can't blame him, though the loneliness eats at her heart. She chases away the other ghosts when they try to join her. Closing her eyes, she won't admit that she is waiting for the day that Sayid will join her here.
Primeval
Nick/Connor, future anomaly
He never tells Connor about what he saw through the anomaly. Living together; loving together. Connor's smile with Cutter's arm around his shoulders, a kiss while they were entwined together. The light in their eyes when they'd looked at each other…
Cutter had seen the love that could have developed within eight years: he'd seen how deep and strong and true it could be - he'd seen Connor die to save the man he loved, recklessly endangering himself to keep the Cutter of the future safe.
Cutter will never tell Connor what he saw: some futures need to be changed.
Nick/Stephen/Connor/Abby, decontamination showers
Warm water over naked skin. Four pairs of hands washing four bodies clean. Connor laughs. His hair is wet and plastered against his forehead, but his laughter fades when Stephen's hands begin to help him wash the slime away. Right in front of him, he sees Cutter helping Abby clean as well; she's watching him right back.
He shivers, mouth open, and it gets worse - better? Fuck, he can't think - when Stephen's mouth presses against his clean shoulder. His sharp intake of breath makes it sound as if he's choking.
This, Connor decides, is the best job ever.
Torchwood
Jack/Ianto, darkness
Ianto is there when he breathes the first breath of life.. He can still feel the ache in his head from the healing wound. This immortality thing is getting old. "What happened?" he asks, slightly slurred.
The room is dark and Ianto's hand is heavy on his shoulder. He hushes him, and then whispers, "I think it's gone."
Jack blinks but he still can't see a thing. "We should get going."
"Are you okay?" Ianto asks. Always worried. That's his Ianto.
"Fine," he answers, struggling back to his feet. "Nothing like a little death to make you feel alive again."
Heroes
Adam/Mohinder, sunset
The sun will always rise and always set. Adam has watched the sky for centuries and has learnt one thing: that what humans do does not matter. Their wars and squabbles are tiny. Pointless. The sun, timeless, is above it all.
And so is he.
But while the sky never changes, his experience shifts. The surroundings and fashions morph over time and he has different lovers by his side when he watches the sunset. In the twenty-first century, it is Mohinder Suresh who is with him: in Adam's eyes, Mohinder is brighter than the sun could ever hope to be.
Claire/Elle, red hot burning love
It consumes her. It burns her up from the inside out until all she can think about is Claire, all she wants to think about is Claire. Soft, golden blonde hair haunts her daydreams and in her mind's eye there is a blue gaze settled hungrily upon her. It curls in Elle's belly, an obsession, driving her wild in a way that she hadn't known possible. When Claire is in danger, she tries to save her; when Claire is upset, she tries to please her. She's never felt this way before.
And if this is love, Elle thinks it sucks.
Elle/Mohinder, working lunch
He brings sandwiches and coffee back to the car with him. "I thought you must be getting hungry by now," Mohinder says with a smile as he hands them over. She checks the flavour: not quite her favourite, but it's close enough to make her smile as she sits in her car seat next to his. Stakeouts are totally boring.
"You're the best partner ever," she beams brightly.
Bennet never brought her lunch.
Mohinder smiles and they sit together, eating sandwiches and sipping coffee: they talk quietly together and Elle thinks that this must be what having friends feels like.
Lost
Sayid/Shannon, secluded beach spot
She lives there, on the perfect golden sand, and she watches the blue ocean lap against the shore. The wind whistles through the trees at a volume designed to be comforting, not frightening. She can close her eyes and bask in the warm sunshine and pretend the dead can tan.
Sayid does not visit this beach any more. She can't blame him, though the loneliness eats at her heart. She chases away the other ghosts when they try to join her. Closing her eyes, she won't admit that she is waiting for the day that Sayid will join her here.
Primeval
Nick/Connor, future anomaly
He never tells Connor about what he saw through the anomaly. Living together; loving together. Connor's smile with Cutter's arm around his shoulders, a kiss while they were entwined together. The light in their eyes when they'd looked at each other…
Cutter had seen the love that could have developed within eight years: he'd seen how deep and strong and true it could be - he'd seen Connor die to save the man he loved, recklessly endangering himself to keep the Cutter of the future safe.
Cutter will never tell Connor what he saw: some futures need to be changed.
Nick/Stephen/Connor/Abby, decontamination showers
Warm water over naked skin. Four pairs of hands washing four bodies clean. Connor laughs. His hair is wet and plastered against his forehead, but his laughter fades when Stephen's hands begin to help him wash the slime away. Right in front of him, he sees Cutter helping Abby clean as well; she's watching him right back.
He shivers, mouth open, and it gets worse - better? Fuck, he can't think - when Stephen's mouth presses against his clean shoulder. His sharp intake of breath makes it sound as if he's choking.
This, Connor decides, is the best job ever.
Torchwood
Jack/Ianto, darkness
Ianto is there when he breathes the first breath of life.. He can still feel the ache in his head from the healing wound. This immortality thing is getting old. "What happened?" he asks, slightly slurred.
The room is dark and Ianto's hand is heavy on his shoulder. He hushes him, and then whispers, "I think it's gone."
Jack blinks but he still can't see a thing. "We should get going."
"Are you okay?" Ianto asks. Always worried. That's his Ianto.
"Fine," he answers, struggling back to his feet. "Nothing like a little death to make you feel alive again."