Strawberries and Memories - Day Eight Challenge Fic
A/N: I don’t really like this, it’s very short and I don’t think it came out right but what-the-hey. Written for
horizonssing’s day eight challenge
There it lay. The sweet red fruit that takes him back to times long ago. A time when saving the world was a daily occurrence. He smiled softly. He had buried that team long ago, but still they all remained in his heart.
He remembered the day in which they all sat around the table and, having finished their Chinese, Gwen pulled out a box of strawberries, a deep red in colour and perfect to eat. A game had stemmed from them, as so often did. Usually performed as a drinking game but adapted to be played at 1pm, someone would state something that they have never done and everyone that had done that thing must take a strawberry and eat it. A simple game, yet one that invariably caused laughter to ring around the Hub for hours afterwards.
A sweet laughter stood out among the rest, a voice which he remembered well. The one person that broke through the barriers that he had erected at the time, sick of loving and losing. Yet he was glad of it, for even though his body lay beneath the Earths surface, He knew that he never lost his young Welshman.
horizonssing’s day eight challenge
There it lay. The sweet red fruit that takes him back to times long ago. A time when saving the world was a daily occurrence. He smiled softly. He had buried that team long ago, but still they all remained in his heart.
He remembered the day in which they all sat around the table and, having finished their Chinese, Gwen pulled out a box of strawberries, a deep red in colour and perfect to eat. A game had stemmed from them, as so often did. Usually performed as a drinking game but adapted to be played at 1pm, someone would state something that they have never done and everyone that had done that thing must take a strawberry and eat it. A simple game, yet one that invariably caused laughter to ring around the Hub for hours afterwards.
A sweet laughter stood out among the rest, a voice which he remembered well. The one person that broke through the barriers that he had erected at the time, sick of loving and losing. Yet he was glad of it, for even though his body lay beneath the Earths surface, He knew that he never lost his young Welshman.