Original: Among the Stars
Title: Among the Stars [ INDEX]
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: El and Massey (mention of Mara and Donovan)
Rating: PG
Summary: He really wants to get off the ship...
Warning: some time after Blank Message *Written for Weekly Quick Fic #6 at writerverse. Prompt: Watching the Stars and Book, with sides of Indigo, Burgundy, and Galaxy
Disclaimer: The original characters of The Wizard of Oz belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters of Tin Man belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The Disney characters belong to Disney, their authors, and their respective actors. The OCs are mine and bizarra's. And, now gatechic's, by default. Garrett Cain belongs to gatechic and is, as always, used and abused with love. ♥
He stares out the viewport, not really thinking anything. Space is black, save the pinpoints of light, stars far in the distance. They're actually close enough to the border, right now, that he can see the purple and red swirls of the Ashima Galaxy.
The last time he saw it, they were on the other side. The colors were the same, but the spiral went the other direction.
That was the night they lost the baby; the night he decided to quit.
She wouldn't let him, though. There was no argument to get off the spaceship; to get back to land for a while. Had the admiral not asked him to go, this time, he would still be home, probably taking his daughter to the beach, so his wife could relax.
But, home was under attack, and he wasn't about to let the admiral go without him. And not just because she was his sister.
Or, technically, his step-mother.
Hearing the hiss of the door, he turns just enough to see her walk in and toss a stack of reports onto the long table.
"We should be home," he hears, "reading to our kids instead of these damn things." He finally turns away from the celestial views, hoping to one day look upon the colors under happier circumstances.
Moving to the nearest chair, he suggests: "We could just go home." She snorts as he reaches across the table for his share of the reports. Even though they're in the middle of a war, there's still work to be done. "Do they know what comms blackout even means?" he asks, shaking his head. They spend more time receiving information than they do fighting, yet none of them can call home.
"Hopefully, this is the last set," she sighs, in complete agreement with his assessment. "Maybe we'll get lucky," she adds, giving him a shrug, "and orders home are in here."
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: El and Massey (mention of Mara and Donovan)
Rating: PG
Summary: He really wants to get off the ship...
Warning: some time after Blank Message *Written for Weekly Quick Fic #6 at writerverse. Prompt: Watching the Stars and Book, with sides of Indigo, Burgundy, and Galaxy
Disclaimer: The original characters of The Wizard of Oz belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters of Tin Man belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The Disney characters belong to Disney, their authors, and their respective actors. The OCs are mine and bizarra's. And, now gatechic's, by default. Garrett Cain belongs to gatechic and is, as always, used and abused with love. ♥
He stares out the viewport, not really thinking anything. Space is black, save the pinpoints of light, stars far in the distance. They're actually close enough to the border, right now, that he can see the purple and red swirls of the Ashima Galaxy.
The last time he saw it, they were on the other side. The colors were the same, but the spiral went the other direction.
That was the night they lost the baby; the night he decided to quit.
She wouldn't let him, though. There was no argument to get off the spaceship; to get back to land for a while. Had the admiral not asked him to go, this time, he would still be home, probably taking his daughter to the beach, so his wife could relax.
But, home was under attack, and he wasn't about to let the admiral go without him. And not just because she was his sister.
Or, technically, his step-mother.
Hearing the hiss of the door, he turns just enough to see her walk in and toss a stack of reports onto the long table.
"We should be home," he hears, "reading to our kids instead of these damn things." He finally turns away from the celestial views, hoping to one day look upon the colors under happier circumstances.
Moving to the nearest chair, he suggests: "We could just go home." She snorts as he reaches across the table for his share of the reports. Even though they're in the middle of a war, there's still work to be done. "Do they know what comms blackout even means?" he asks, shaking his head. They spend more time receiving information than they do fighting, yet none of them can call home.
"Hopefully, this is the last set," she sighs, in complete agreement with his assessment. "Maybe we'll get lucky," she adds, giving him a shrug, "and orders home are in here."