Untitled:Fic
Author: fishphile
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Duh.
w.c.: 95 words.
A/N: Uh, I'm really mad at this fandom cause it made me want to scribble stuff down and ugh. I promised myself I'd be a lurking bystander and excellent fiction reader/reviewer. Oh well.
Grammar is not really my bff so seriously tell me if I'm jacking it up. Also, verb tenses and I are rarely on good grounds so please let me know if that's all screwed.
“Nyota,” he breathes.
They ride alone on the turbolift to the bridge after he has cheated death once again. The red matter crashes towards Nero.
“Shhh,” she says, turning to face him. Her hand slides to his side where his heart thumps against her palm and she gazes into his eyes.
“Nyota.” There is a tonal change only she would notice.
She shakes her head, sending her hair waving gently over her back. One thin finger rests against his lips. She smiles. “I know.”
He feels relief. It isn’t the first time Nyota understands.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Duh.
w.c.: 95 words.
A/N: Uh, I'm really mad at this fandom cause it made me want to scribble stuff down and ugh. I promised myself I'd be a lurking bystander and excellent fiction reader/reviewer. Oh well.
Grammar is not really my bff so seriously tell me if I'm jacking it up. Also, verb tenses and I are rarely on good grounds so please let me know if that's all screwed.
“Nyota,” he breathes.
They ride alone on the turbolift to the bridge after he has cheated death once again. The red matter crashes towards Nero.
“Shhh,” she says, turning to face him. Her hand slides to his side where his heart thumps against her palm and she gazes into his eyes.
“Nyota.” There is a tonal change only she would notice.
She shakes her head, sending her hair waving gently over her back. One thin finger rests against his lips. She smiles. “I know.”
He feels relief. It isn’t the first time Nyota understands.