Something in Common
Brace yourselves for a bit of drabble-spam: the weekly challange on Terra Firma is Non-Canon Pairings and... I got inspired. Several times. Up first is one that has been really growing on me lately.
Title: Something in Common
Fandom: Farscape
Character/Pairing: Stark/Chiana
Time Frame: Post PKWars
Spoilers: Great Googly Moogly, YES.
Synopsis: What to do with your life after the love of your life is dead.
Word Count: 120
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Farscape and the characters and settings therin are the property of the Henson Company, and are used here entirely without permission but entirely with respect. This is for love, not for money.
Author's Notes: Written for the Non-Canon Pairings Drabble challange on Terra Firma.
Remix: This fic now has a beautiful prequil-remix by eve11: Detente (The Gray, Gold and Green Remix)
After D'argo... I just wanted to scream at everybody, all the time. I didn't really know what I was doing on Hyneria. And one day he showed up, said he'd been farming too, but it wasn't enough. We needed to do bigger, more important things to distract us from the emptyness inside, the hole where the people we loved used to be.
He knew. He understood.
So now we're fighting to free our peoples. And when I came to him one night, looking for comfort, he didn't say no. We both knew why I was there, and he needed it as bad as I do.
And now that his face has grown back? He's actually pretty drad looking. Who knew?
..I swear, 120 words is the closest I can get it. Even then it's bare bones.
Title: Something in Common
Fandom: Farscape
Character/Pairing: Stark/Chiana
Time Frame: Post PKWars
Spoilers: Great Googly Moogly, YES.
Synopsis: What to do with your life after the love of your life is dead.
Word Count: 120
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Farscape and the characters and settings therin are the property of the Henson Company, and are used here entirely without permission but entirely with respect. This is for love, not for money.
Author's Notes: Written for the Non-Canon Pairings Drabble challange on Terra Firma.
Remix: This fic now has a beautiful prequil-remix by eve11: Detente (The Gray, Gold and Green Remix)
After D'argo... I just wanted to scream at everybody, all the time. I didn't really know what I was doing on Hyneria. And one day he showed up, said he'd been farming too, but it wasn't enough. We needed to do bigger, more important things to distract us from the emptyness inside, the hole where the people we loved used to be.
He knew. He understood.
So now we're fighting to free our peoples. And when I came to him one night, looking for comfort, he didn't say no. We both knew why I was there, and he needed it as bad as I do.
And now that his face has grown back? He's actually pretty drad looking. Who knew?
..I swear, 120 words is the closest I can get it. Even then it's bare bones.