drabbles100 Challenge: Michael Samuelle. 11, 12, 13, and 14/100
Title: Apart
Characters: Michael/Simone
Prompt: Red
Word Count: 100
Rating: PGish
Summary: --Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,--
Spoilers: through mid-Season 3.
Red - Apart
Do you like the new towels?
Where?
I knew it. You didn’t even notice.
Simone, they’re towels. What’s the problem?
The problem is that you’re not here enough to call this home anymore. You don’t notice anything. You don’t even care.
That’s not fair. I come home when I can.
Okay, name one thing. One thing besides the towels, that’s new around here.
Your griping. That’s new, and I don’t like it.
Get over it.
Fine. I see the towels. Red. Very nice.
Blood red. So the stains don’t show. I’m going out. Again.
Now?
You’ll never notice I’m gone.
Title: With
Characters: Michael/Simone
Prompt: Gray
Word Count: 100
Rating: PGish
Spoilers: through mid-Season 1.
Gray -- With
Now what’s wrong?
Nothing you’d care about.
Please don’t start. Just tell me.
I found a gray hair, okay? I’m not even 30, and I’m going gray.
And this affects the balance of global power…how?
You don’t get it. Gray hair, Michael. I’m getting old.
Good.
What the hell does that mean?
I’m glad you’re getting older. That we’re getting older. “Old” is a good thing when you consider the other options. Think about our friends who’ll never have gray hair.
So now I’m selfish.
No. Now you’re alive. I don’t ever want to lose you.
I love you, Michael.
Title: Without
Characters: Michael; Simone mentioned
Prompt: White
Word Count: 100
Rating: PGish
Spoilers: through mid-Season 1.
White -- Without
I am dressed in white.
White tank top. White draw-string bottoms. No boots. Not in MedLab.
Simone should have worn white. Not mission blacks. She was too visible against the white snow. A two-person team; just Simone and me. They weren’t supposed to us. See her. She wanted back-up. I said it wasn’t necessary.
We were ambushed. Faulty intel or a poorly profiled mission? It doesn’t matter now.
I am dressed in white.
In Buddhist China, white is the color of mourning. Simone is Chinese. Simone was Chinese. Simone is dead.
I am dressed in white.
White is for death.
Title: Time
Characters: Michael, Elena
Prompt: Black
Word Count: 100
Rating: PGish
Spoilers: through mid-Season 3.
Black -- Time
Elena sings as she cooks dinner.
Her voice is pretty. The song is cheerful.
I cannot smile.
She sees me and her music stops. The dog no longer greets me. I don’t sleep. I’ve lost weight.
My wife knows that I am “troubled.” I allow her to see irritation though I feel unrelieved sorrow. I told her a childhood friend died. After six months she no longer believes me.
She thinks I program computers.
I kill.
Terrorist after terrorist. “Victory” rings hollow.
At Section, I am known as Black Death. At home, Elena carries my child.
I try to smile.
My drabbles100 prompt table is here.
Characters: Michael/Simone
Prompt: Red
Word Count: 100
Rating: PGish
Summary: --Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,--
Spoilers: through mid-Season 3.
Red - Apart
Do you like the new towels?
Where?
I knew it. You didn’t even notice.
Simone, they’re towels. What’s the problem?
The problem is that you’re not here enough to call this home anymore. You don’t notice anything. You don’t even care.
That’s not fair. I come home when I can.
Okay, name one thing. One thing besides the towels, that’s new around here.
Your griping. That’s new, and I don’t like it.
Get over it.
Fine. I see the towels. Red. Very nice.
Blood red. So the stains don’t show. I’m going out. Again.
Now?
You’ll never notice I’m gone.
Title: With
Characters: Michael/Simone
Prompt: Gray
Word Count: 100
Rating: PGish
Spoilers: through mid-Season 1.
Gray -- With
Now what’s wrong?
Nothing you’d care about.
Please don’t start. Just tell me.
I found a gray hair, okay? I’m not even 30, and I’m going gray.
And this affects the balance of global power…how?
You don’t get it. Gray hair, Michael. I’m getting old.
Good.
What the hell does that mean?
I’m glad you’re getting older. That we’re getting older. “Old” is a good thing when you consider the other options. Think about our friends who’ll never have gray hair.
So now I’m selfish.
No. Now you’re alive. I don’t ever want to lose you.
I love you, Michael.
Title: Without
Characters: Michael; Simone mentioned
Prompt: White
Word Count: 100
Rating: PGish
Spoilers: through mid-Season 1.
White -- Without
I am dressed in white.
White tank top. White draw-string bottoms. No boots. Not in MedLab.
Simone should have worn white. Not mission blacks. She was too visible against the white snow. A two-person team; just Simone and me. They weren’t supposed to us. See her. She wanted back-up. I said it wasn’t necessary.
We were ambushed. Faulty intel or a poorly profiled mission? It doesn’t matter now.
I am dressed in white.
In Buddhist China, white is the color of mourning. Simone is Chinese. Simone was Chinese. Simone is dead.
I am dressed in white.
White is for death.
Title: Time
Characters: Michael, Elena
Prompt: Black
Word Count: 100
Rating: PGish
Spoilers: through mid-Season 3.
Black -- Time
Elena sings as she cooks dinner.
Her voice is pretty. The song is cheerful.
I cannot smile.
She sees me and her music stops. The dog no longer greets me. I don’t sleep. I’ve lost weight.
My wife knows that I am “troubled.” I allow her to see irritation though I feel unrelieved sorrow. I told her a childhood friend died. After six months she no longer believes me.
She thinks I program computers.
I kill.
Terrorist after terrorist. “Victory” rings hollow.
At Section, I am known as Black Death. At home, Elena carries my child.
I try to smile.
My drabbles100 prompt table is here.