Fic: Colour Change (John, Elizabeth)
Title: Colour Change
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: John, Elizabeth
Prompt: #003 black
Word Count: 374
Rating: G
Summary: He tore off his shirt, threw it to the ground. Glared at it.
Notes: Written for 30somethings. 30/9/11.
He tore off his shirt, threw it to the ground. Glared at it. The stupid black shirt didn't respond. It lay there, limp and slightly damp with sweat and it didn't move.
"Damnit," he cursed.
He was sick to death of the colour black. In all honesty, it was one of the colours he would be least likely to choose for his uniform. Why not khaki or something more camouflage-y? Why not navy blue?
Black was so... black and it made him think of all the times he was in a dark place, both figuratively and literally.
It reminded him of sad times, of funerals, of death and of destruction and the pit of despair and emptiness it left in its path. It reminded him of sad times, of bad times, of times that were long gone and best not recalled.
With a swift kick, he moved the shirt to the opposite side of the room. It thwacked heavily against the wall and then slid down it and puddled on the floor, half pushed against the same wall.
That done, he headed for his chest of drawers. Pulling open a drawer, he rummaged through it. More black shirts. A pale blue one with a white collar and buttons. Black shirt. A green one.
"Huh." He pulled out the green one. "Where did you come from?" he asked it. He couldn't remember it.
Standing in front of his mirror, he studied his reflection. And he soon realised why he had forgotten about that particular shirt.
It didn't suit him in the slightest. And it was very feminine.
Hurriedly, he pulled it off. When he turned back around, Elizabeth was watching him curiously, like she'd just found out that he was actually, in his true form, a goat.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
He tossed the green shirt at her and shrugged.
"I'm sick of wearing black all the time," he said simply.
She simply nodded. "I know how you feel. I like red, but wearing it every day is insane.”
"New shipment of clothing with the next supplies from Earth?"
"I'm on it," she agreed, with a smile. "Til then, keep away from my shirts. You'll stretch them too much."
"Ha," he said. "Funny."
fin.
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: John, Elizabeth
Prompt: #003 black
Word Count: 374
Rating: G
Summary: He tore off his shirt, threw it to the ground. Glared at it.
Notes: Written for 30somethings. 30/9/11.
He tore off his shirt, threw it to the ground. Glared at it. The stupid black shirt didn't respond. It lay there, limp and slightly damp with sweat and it didn't move.
"Damnit," he cursed.
He was sick to death of the colour black. In all honesty, it was one of the colours he would be least likely to choose for his uniform. Why not khaki or something more camouflage-y? Why not navy blue?
Black was so... black and it made him think of all the times he was in a dark place, both figuratively and literally.
It reminded him of sad times, of funerals, of death and of destruction and the pit of despair and emptiness it left in its path. It reminded him of sad times, of bad times, of times that were long gone and best not recalled.
With a swift kick, he moved the shirt to the opposite side of the room. It thwacked heavily against the wall and then slid down it and puddled on the floor, half pushed against the same wall.
That done, he headed for his chest of drawers. Pulling open a drawer, he rummaged through it. More black shirts. A pale blue one with a white collar and buttons. Black shirt. A green one.
"Huh." He pulled out the green one. "Where did you come from?" he asked it. He couldn't remember it.
Standing in front of his mirror, he studied his reflection. And he soon realised why he had forgotten about that particular shirt.
It didn't suit him in the slightest. And it was very feminine.
Hurriedly, he pulled it off. When he turned back around, Elizabeth was watching him curiously, like she'd just found out that he was actually, in his true form, a goat.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
He tossed the green shirt at her and shrugged.
"I'm sick of wearing black all the time," he said simply.
She simply nodded. "I know how you feel. I like red, but wearing it every day is insane.”
"New shipment of clothing with the next supplies from Earth?"
"I'm on it," she agreed, with a smile. "Til then, keep away from my shirts. You'll stretch them too much."
"Ha," he said. "Funny."
fin.