Tables Turned
Title: Tables Turned
Fandom: Stargate Universe
Characters: Eli, Rush
Orientation: Gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 358
Warning: Deathficlet!!!
Notes: for the stargateland Prompt Challenge, I separated this one out because of the warning.
05- SGU, Eli Wallace & Nicholas Rush, tables are turned (358 words)
Eli stood outside the stasis pod, staring at Rush. He had done so much to make Eli feel small, inferior, and completely insignificant during their time on Destiny.
Who had the last laugh now? Who was in control? Who was out and free while someone else was a popsicle? Eli laughed, the sound echoing through the empty corridors of the Destiny. His hand hurt. He looked down at the swollen infected sore. His first aid efforts were not doing any good. He wished TJ was out with him. She would care for this, TJ was good people, he liked her.
He laughed again, vaguely aware that the fever from the infection was making him slightly mad. The food was gone. He had stayed out for as long as he could, trying to effect the repairs to the last damaged stasis pod one-handed. He eyed the gun, Colonel Young’s gun, entrusted to Eli.
Given so that Eli could do the right thing, when the time came.
He clasped the gun in his hand and looked up at Rush. He could do the right thing, for everyone’s good. Eli was smarter than Rush. Eli cared about people. Rush only cared about science.
People were more important. Eli could do the right thing.
Eli stepped back and disengaged the stasis field holding Rush in suspension. The scientist had time to blink in confusion at his sudden release and Eli standing before him with a grim expression on his face. But that was all the time he had. Eli raised the gun and fired. He chuckled under his breath as he dragged Rush’s corpse out of the stasis unit.
He was smarter. He placed the gun in Rush’s hand, arranging the corpse to look like a suicide. Then he got the cleaning chemicals and cleared up the mess he had made. Once the scene was set to his satisfaction, he stepped into the empty stasis pod. When they unfroze him, he’d tell them all the story he had concocted.
“Who has the last laugh now?” He muttered just as the unit engaged and he was preserved like the rest of the crew.
Fandom: Stargate Universe
Characters: Eli, Rush
Orientation: Gen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 358
Warning: Deathficlet!!!
Notes: for the stargateland Prompt Challenge, I separated this one out because of the warning.
05- SGU, Eli Wallace & Nicholas Rush, tables are turned (358 words)
Eli stood outside the stasis pod, staring at Rush. He had done so much to make Eli feel small, inferior, and completely insignificant during their time on Destiny.
Who had the last laugh now? Who was in control? Who was out and free while someone else was a popsicle? Eli laughed, the sound echoing through the empty corridors of the Destiny. His hand hurt. He looked down at the swollen infected sore. His first aid efforts were not doing any good. He wished TJ was out with him. She would care for this, TJ was good people, he liked her.
He laughed again, vaguely aware that the fever from the infection was making him slightly mad. The food was gone. He had stayed out for as long as he could, trying to effect the repairs to the last damaged stasis pod one-handed. He eyed the gun, Colonel Young’s gun, entrusted to Eli.
Given so that Eli could do the right thing, when the time came.
He clasped the gun in his hand and looked up at Rush. He could do the right thing, for everyone’s good. Eli was smarter than Rush. Eli cared about people. Rush only cared about science.
People were more important. Eli could do the right thing.
Eli stepped back and disengaged the stasis field holding Rush in suspension. The scientist had time to blink in confusion at his sudden release and Eli standing before him with a grim expression on his face. But that was all the time he had. Eli raised the gun and fired. He chuckled under his breath as he dragged Rush’s corpse out of the stasis unit.
He was smarter. He placed the gun in Rush’s hand, arranging the corpse to look like a suicide. Then he got the cleaning chemicals and cleared up the mess he had made. Once the scene was set to his satisfaction, he stepped into the empty stasis pod. When they unfroze him, he’d tell them all the story he had concocted.
“Who has the last laugh now?” He muttered just as the unit engaged and he was preserved like the rest of the crew.