yet another...
Title: Wrong Turn, Right Place
Author: Jules
Summary: lost human trying to find his way
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Early season 1
Distribution: If you want it take it, just tell me
Disclaimer: Not mine, more's the pity
Third left, second door, forward six metres...
Nothing. They'd moved the hanger bay, he was sure of it. Some kind of traditional alien hazing he was unaware of. He was beginning to regret learning to open the doors. At first it had all been an adventure, a grand exploration that played to all of his childhood final frontier, where no-man has gone before fantasies. Now it was just humiliating.
Captain Kirk never had to put up with this shit.
He wondered if anyone would mind if he indulged in a little informative graffiti - street signs for leviathans, or perhaps breadcrumbs? A magical ball of yarn?
In a strange way it reminded him of home, of family vacations to Disneyland where they'd never failed to lose the car. The more things change... now where did he park his module? When they'd joined IASA DK had liked the cool toys, steady paycheck and the easily impressed groupies, and hey it was all good, but John had to consider that one of the best perks of the job was the designated parking space. He was an astronaut with no sense of direction.
Second left, sixth door, three metres forward...
He had no guide here. Moya was so huge; he could easily imagine he could go for days without seeing his fellow passengers. Hell, he could probably count on it, no-one seemed to have any interest or time for a disorientated human. Maybe he should make an effort to pester them, to get in their faces and lodged in their consciousness before they dismissed him entirely and left him all on his own. The blue one, Zhaan, was probably the only one to spare a thought for a lost space jockey, but each time she'd talk to him, he'd find himself losing track of what she was saying, distracted by the play of light on her dappled skin, and just how was light generated inside a giant space creature anyhow?
Sixth left, third door, forward two metres...
He needed a reference point. Something constant to help him map a path through this unknown and uncertain universe. A touchstone, something permanent, something to ground and inspire him, to rely and build on.
Third left, sixth door, forward two metres...
Stars. His automatic response was to stumble back, holding his breath but no symptoms presented themselves. Why wasn't he dying of asphyxiation? Beautiful. A tapestry of light. His scientifically trained mind wondered at the evidence of technology, of the knowledge needed to make this possible, whilst his soul soared at the magnificence of the view. For the first time since he got spat out of the wormhole he felt a sense of peace and comfort. His mind quietened as his body bathed in the glow from a thousand stars, these were galaxies he'd never seen before, he didn't know the legends or names, but he could find out, or he could even name them himself. The possibilities were endless and as he gazed out at the amazing expanse before him, he felt his heart skip a beat at the thought of all the wonders he had yet to see. He'd find his own way.
fin
Author: Jules
Summary: lost human trying to find his way
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Early season 1
Distribution: If you want it take it, just tell me
Disclaimer: Not mine, more's the pity
Third left, second door, forward six metres...
Nothing. They'd moved the hanger bay, he was sure of it. Some kind of traditional alien hazing he was unaware of. He was beginning to regret learning to open the doors. At first it had all been an adventure, a grand exploration that played to all of his childhood final frontier, where no-man has gone before fantasies. Now it was just humiliating.
Captain Kirk never had to put up with this shit.
He wondered if anyone would mind if he indulged in a little informative graffiti - street signs for leviathans, or perhaps breadcrumbs? A magical ball of yarn?
In a strange way it reminded him of home, of family vacations to Disneyland where they'd never failed to lose the car. The more things change... now where did he park his module? When they'd joined IASA DK had liked the cool toys, steady paycheck and the easily impressed groupies, and hey it was all good, but John had to consider that one of the best perks of the job was the designated parking space. He was an astronaut with no sense of direction.
Second left, sixth door, three metres forward...
He had no guide here. Moya was so huge; he could easily imagine he could go for days without seeing his fellow passengers. Hell, he could probably count on it, no-one seemed to have any interest or time for a disorientated human. Maybe he should make an effort to pester them, to get in their faces and lodged in their consciousness before they dismissed him entirely and left him all on his own. The blue one, Zhaan, was probably the only one to spare a thought for a lost space jockey, but each time she'd talk to him, he'd find himself losing track of what she was saying, distracted by the play of light on her dappled skin, and just how was light generated inside a giant space creature anyhow?
Sixth left, third door, forward two metres...
He needed a reference point. Something constant to help him map a path through this unknown and uncertain universe. A touchstone, something permanent, something to ground and inspire him, to rely and build on.
Third left, sixth door, forward two metres...
Stars. His automatic response was to stumble back, holding his breath but no symptoms presented themselves. Why wasn't he dying of asphyxiation? Beautiful. A tapestry of light. His scientifically trained mind wondered at the evidence of technology, of the knowledge needed to make this possible, whilst his soul soared at the magnificence of the view. For the first time since he got spat out of the wormhole he felt a sense of peace and comfort. His mind quietened as his body bathed in the glow from a thousand stars, these were galaxies he'd never seen before, he didn't know the legends or names, but he could find out, or he could even name them himself. The possibilities were endless and as he gazed out at the amazing expanse before him, he felt his heart skip a beat at the thought of all the wonders he had yet to see. He'd find his own way.
fin