[GenesisDevice]

Hey all.

Well I've finally got around to it - writing ficlets/short stories based on my fanfic, Abandoned. Just done the one so far but I hope it's joined by others soon! Thanks to Mrs.Picard for encouraging me to post these (and for writing the slash lol) and to all those who read my fic, too.

So... enjoy! These will be in the order in which they're written, so don't get too confused.

This post has been edited by GenesisDevice: 08 June 2010 - 01:22 AM

[GenesisDevice]

Title: Fine.
Summary: Eyrn worries about Tom a little too much.
Code/s: E/T
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Paramount owns the universe. The characters are mine.
Notes: Set during ABD: Under Siege, part II (season two, episode one), a little after Major Deran is killed battling the Hive ships.

My first attempt at slash, dedicated to Mrs.Picard.


The alien colonel paced up and down the corridor outside the infirmary. It had been almost three hours since the Adelphi had been salvaged and her casualties brought back to the city – Captain Farrin among them – but he had still heard no word on their progress... his progress.

Eyrn found himself contemplating all sorts of possibilities as he leant against the corridor wall, one arm folded across his chest and the other supporting his chin. Doctor Tagan had assured him Tom’s injuries were mostly superficial, but he was a battle-hardened military man – he knew just what a superficial would could do to a person given the right circumstances.

Oh, not that he didn’t trust the Federation doctor. Not that he would be able to do any better than him – on the contrary, he had always found medicine rather distasteful, certainly nothing he would ever excel at – but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed to be in there, if only to watch and make sure he was alright. At least then he’d be able to placate his mind with the illusion that he was actually doing something.

What if he doesn’t make it?

Stop that, he thought quickly. He’s only got one of the best doctors in the sector caring for him. And if all else fails, the city of the Ancestors will have some miracle in store.

He had already lost one... friend today. And somehow, he thought, dealing with that was easier than what he was going through now. Deran had well and truly rejected him, she had made that clear enough. Traitor, she had called him. It was only Tom who had prevented him from leaving the city in the first place, all those months ago. Eyrn had sworn to himself he would pay him back, validate his faith and trust in him somehow. How was he meant to do that if he...

The doors to his right slid slowly open, disrupting his thoughts. Anton walked out into the corridor and saw Eyrn still stood against the wall.

The doctor smiled wryly. “I thought I might find you out here.”

Eyrn straightened and smoothed his jacket. “Is he –”

“He’s fine,” Anton interrupted, raising a hand. “I told you, his injuries were superficial. You can see him now, if you’d like.”

Eyrn did not wait to be asked twice. Stepping quickly past the grinning doctor, he entered the room and made a beeline for a biobed in the far corner, where a fair-haired man was hoisting himself up gingerly on his elbows. Spotting the colonel hurrying towards him, he chuckled to himself.

“Tom!” Eyrn blurted out as he reached his side, grasping the unsteady hand that was offered. “How are you feeling?”

Tom groaned as his happiness suddenly flooded away. “Pissed off. Damn pissed off.”

Eyrn bowed his head – stupid question. A substantial amount of the Adelphi’s crew had been killed in the attack – people the captain had known and worked with for years.

“Hey,” he continued, causing the colonel to look again into his eyes. “I’m good. A few aches and pains, but Anton says I’ll be fine soon enough.”

Eyrn felt a shadow of doubt cross his mind, and evidently his face too as Tom touched his shoulder.

“I’m fine,” he said earnestly, the corners of his mouth twitching in a smile.

The colonel grasped Tom’s hand with both of his more tightly.

“Yes you are.”


-END-

This post has been edited by CentralPlexus: 23 June 2009 - 03:51 PM

[Mrs.Picard]

Dedicated to me - awwwwwwwwwwwwww! OMG. I'm blushing here!

I told ya I love this one... especially the ending, Eyrn holding Tom's hand = so cute. I just want them to kiss already.

Love your slash, CP!!!! You're very, very talented!

[GenesisDevice]

Mrs.Picard, on Jun 23 2009, 05:06 PM, said:

Dedicated to me - awwwwwwwwwwwwww! OMG. I'm blushing here!

I told ya I love this one... especially the ending, Eyrn holding Tom's hand = so cute. I just want them to kiss already.

Love your slash, CP!!!! You're very, very talented!

Thanks. Will have to try and write some more soon! And how could I not dedicate a work of slash to the Omega Sector's undisputed master and lover of the genre?

Anyway, here we go with the next one, a little something Cheile asked for last night.


Title: The Autopilot.
Summary: Rhiohr lets go and lives, for once.
Code/s: n/a
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Paramount owns the universe. The planet and characters are mine.
Notes: Set prior to ABD: Lost and Found, part I (season one, episode one), a week or more after the Beltane has arrived at the 5000 year old outpost.


He didn’t like the autopilot. There was something perverse about letting a spacecraft fly itself, in his opinion. And whilst the smooth, shiny surfaces of the controls did not offer the most tactile experience, he still enjoyed the feeling of dictating the shuttle’s every move, how a single tap of his finger could mean the difference between a safe landing and a devastating crash, a perfect jump to warp or spiralling into a star.

He vaguely wondered if he should see a psychiatrist about that.

Shaking off his thoughts with a smile, Kira Rhiohr decided, just this once, to engage the autopilot and allow the computer to guide the shuttle’s descent into the atmosphere. He had noticed the ancient ruins before, of course, but he had never taken the time to actually see them, and appreciate the majesty of the beings who had once lived here, so long ago...

The crewman cleared his throat and glanced briefly at the containers of supplies in the aft compartment. A small part of him was wary that the autopilot would malfunction in some way – he never really trusted computers, despite their dogged assurances – and land him in all sorts of trouble, but looking back at the thin clouds concealing the dusty red surface of the planet below, he made up his mind.

“Computer, engage autopilot.”

The computer emitted a musical trill and answered him. “Please state destination.”

“Base camp. Don’t take us there too quickly, though.”

“Acknowledged. Estimated time of arrival at base camp: twelve minutes.”

Rhiohr allowed himself a smile as he stood and leaned forward, practically pressing his nose against the cockpit window as the shuttle broke through the cloud.

Soaring down towards the surface, the shuttle wove above and between elegant, if decrepit columns of red stone, the only remnants of what had clearly been a magnificent structure in days gone by. Soon after, more columns appeared – rows of them, streets, entire districts of wondrous buildings forgotten by time.

Rhiohr opened his mouth in silent wonder at the expanse of the ruined city, stretching seemingly to the horizon and beyond. Feeling oddly moved, he sat back in the pilot’s seat and put his feet up. This was something he could get used to.


-END-

This post has been edited by CentralPlexus: 23 June 2009 - 04:47 PM

[Glenn]

Both of these are awesome, Plexus, just awesome!

Really glad you decided to share them with us! Thanks!

[Mrs.Picard]

Heh the second one is very nice as well! Very calm! Me likes a lot!

[GenesisDevice]

Glenn, on Jun 23 2009, 06:22 PM, said:

Both of these are awesome, Plexus, just awesome!

Really glad you decided to share them with us! Thanks!

Thanks - I'm just glad you like them! Like I said to Mrs.P I've never written slash before, so I'm surprised it's been so well received.

Mrs.Picard, on Jun 23 2009, 06:41 PM, said:

Heh the second one is very nice as well! Very calm! Me likes a lot!

Hehe, thanks. It's kind of an adaptation of a scene from the TV version I have of the episode in my mind. Call me crazy but it works, lol.

[GenesisDevice]

And now something for/inspired by Glenn, given that he likes training/sparring sessions, apparently.


Title: Follow The Rules.
Summary: Will and Tom discuss the new member of the expedition.
Code/s: T/E (hint), m
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Paramount owns the universe. The staffs and characters are mine.
Notes: Set between the episodes ABD: Contact and ABD: Solitude (season one, episodes eight and nine).


The two men circled each other, staffs in hands, searching for a weakness, their bare feet making no noise on the somewhat cold wooden floor.

Lieutenant Gates kept his eyes precisely on those of Captain Farrin opposite. If there was anything he had learned about his style in the past few weeks, it was that he kept some hint of it in his eyes before proceeding. Making note of what he saw, he decided on his next action.

Tom grinned at the lieutenant across the room from him and feinted left, then quickly moved right as he saw Will fall for his ploy. Darting in he caught Will a blow on the forearm before a staff swung up to block Tom’s second while the other swung down, catching his thigh and throwing him off balance.

Stumbling back, Tom paused for a moment to catch his breath, and saw Will doing the same.

“So,” he said into the silence at last, assuming his former position and again analysing his opponent for weaknesses. “What do you think of our new guy?”

“You mean the colonel?” Will asked, circling left around the centre of the room. Tom nodded. “I don’t know... not sure how –” he dodged a sudden strike and shoved the captain’s staff away with his own “– comfortable I am with him being in the city.”

Tom saw his point. Truthfully, Eyrn was as much a security risk as anything they had seen so far. But there was something about him that made Tom think twice.

“He’s as good as renounced his loyalty to the Inc’Ranas. I –” he leapt to the right to avoid Will’s right staff, earning himself a hit on the shoulder with the left “– ow, don’t think, that we should worry about any leaks from him.”

“It’s not that,” Will panted, increasing his pace. “It’s more the fact that he –” thrust “– tried to –” dodge “– have us all –” swing down “– killed!”

Tom continued his assault, admiring the young lieutenant’s ability to evade most of his attacks, but sensing that he was weakening. “I suppose,” he grunted as both of his staffs were blocked by Will’s simultaneously. “But I think there’s hope for him. If we just –”

The rest of his sentence was lost in a tangle of arms and wood. Tom shot forward, ready to deliver his final stroke when he felt something catch his leg, forcing his knee forward and sending him crashing to the floor with Will straddling his chest, staffs across his throat.

Tom accepted his defeat for a few seconds before speaking. “Cheat!”

Will grinned at him and leapt to his feet, holding out his hand to help the captain up.

“You trusted me to follow the rules,” he said pointedly. “Excuse me, I’m on duty in twenty minutes.”

Captain Farrin nodded and watched as Will walked over to a bench beneath the window, grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his brow before leaving the room. Smiling slightly, Tom shook his head.

Maybe there was some hope for both those boys, after all.


-END-

[Glenn]

Aww, thanks for the mention, man! Loved the ficlet regardless, though! A great training session with great dialogue involvement!

Thanks for sharing it with us!

[GenesisDevice]

Glenn, on Jun 23 2009, 10:48 PM, said:

Aww, thanks for the mention, man! Loved the ficlet regardless, though! A great training session with great dialogue involvement!

Thanks for sharing it with us!

Thanks! Vaguely inspired by the sparring scenes on Stargate Atlantis but the situation seemed pretty fitting.

[GenesisDevice]

Title: From Across A Crowded Room.
Summary: A young lieutenant sees his destiny.
Code/s: W/N, m
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Paramount owns the universe. The tables and characters are mine.
Notes: Set a few months before ABD: Lost and Found, part I (season one, episode one), not long after the expedition first commenced.


Lieutenant Gates stared over the lip of his empty glass of synthehol across the Beltane’s small, crowded mess hall, awaiting the return of Commander Cad’En from the bar. The Andorian officer seemed to be taking his time, so Will decided to take some time out to observe the people in the room, familiarise himself with the people he’d be working and living with for the foreseeable future.

“Here you go,” a voice stated beside him as the white-haired, blue-skinned commander plonked another glass of synthehol on Will’s beer mat and did the same with his own.

Leaving his thoughts for a moment, the lieutenant smiled. “Thanks, sir.”

He simply sat and listened, nodding occasionally as the first officer filled him in on the details of their mission. Something about finding the remnants of a lost civilisation – his mind wandered shortly after that. To the other side of the room, in fact, where another man was sitting.

Sat by himself at a corner table, he appeared preoccupied with a substantial stack of PADDs on the surface before him. Every now and then he would note something on the PADD he was holding, check it with another and then read that one for a while, before starting again.

Suddenly he looked up, and Will’s mouth almost fell open as he was treated to a full look at this newcomer’s face.

The most striking feature about him was his hair, which was fiery red and, though short, gave the impression of a wildness about itself and the man it belonged to. His eyes, while piercing and measuring, were the warmest, most comforting tropical shade of blue Will had ever seen. His general features, while unkempt and untidy-looking, had an odd attractive quality to them; scruffy, but not to the point of being distasteful.

“I know that look,” Cad’En said beside him, breaking him from his reverie. “Who is he this time?”

“What?” Will stammered and attempted to laugh it off. “Sir, I –”

The Andorian smiled knowingly. “You’ve been on this ship for over a year, lieutenant, and you’ve certainly made your tastes known. Now who is he? That’s an order!”

Will grinned and blushed slightly, before pointing over to the corner. He heard Cad’En’s “Ah!” of surprise as he turned back to him.

“Well, who is he?” Will whispered, glancing across the room again, where the man suddenly decided to look right over into his eyes. His heart skipped a beat.

“That’d be our lead archaeologist, Doctor Nathan Carson. Quite brilliant, I hear, if a little irascible.” Cad’En grinned. “Not really your type.”

Will nodded. “Mmm.”

But something told him he should try and get to know this man a little more.


-END-

[Glenn]

"Not really your type."

Ha! How wrong he is!

Great ficlet, mate!

[GenesisDevice]

Glenn, on Jun 24 2009, 12:37 PM, said:

"Not really your type."

Ha! How wrong he is!

Great ficlet, mate!

Well at this point he's not far wrong... remember they practically hated (or thought they hated) each other at the beginning of the series.

Thanks!

[Glenn]

CentralPlexus, on Jun 24 2009, 12:45 PM, said:

Well at this point he's not far wrong... remember they practically hated (or thought they hated) each other at the beginning of the series.

Foresight... all about foresight, mate.

[GenesisDevice]

Glenn, on Jun 24 2009, 12:49 PM, said:

Foresight... all about foresight, mate.

And since you have more foresight than anyone about how this series will unfold you'd know all about that!

[Glenn]

CentralPlexus, on Jun 24 2009, 12:51 PM, said:

And since you have more foresight than anyone about how this series will unfold you'd know all about that!

Well, there's foresight and then there's having a cribsheet sent via MSN...

[GenesisDevice]

Glenn, on Jun 24 2009, 01:01 PM, said:

Well, there's foresight and then there's having a cribsheet sent via MSN...

Meh, same difference!

[Mrs.Picard]

Mmm, sparring sessions. And I adored the W/N ficlet. So cute!!!! Love these, CP!!!!

[GenesisDevice]

Mrs.Picard, on Jun 24 2009, 03:47 PM, said:

Mmm, sparring sessions. And I adored the W/N ficlet. So cute!!!! Love these, CP!!!!

Thanks! They are actually pretty easy to write once I know what it's about, who's in it and when it's set. Some more will be on the way soon!

[GenesisDevice]

Title: For The Queen.
Summary: Temaga joins the royal family.
Code/s: En, f
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Paramount owns the universe. The expedition and characters are mine.
Notes: Set during ABN: Lost and Found, part II (season one, episode two), shortly after Temaga's assimilation.


Cold, black eyes cast over her newest subject, analysing every detail of the woman’s body and committing them to her endless, ageless memory. The Queen could hardly believe that she was the one who had finally been able to succeed where all others had failed and conquered the dead race.

Even better, she corrected herself. Not merely conquered, but incorporated. A far more fitting fate.

The woman before her continued to kneel, her assimilation still incomplete but progressing wonderfully. A small, spidery implant decorated her cheek and a silver metallic device was constructing itself on the crest next to her right eye. Soon it will be time, she thought, and heard the woman think back to her. Soon, we will claim the elusive world for ourselves... together.

The Queen raised a finger, the tiniest of gestures, but her subject understood instantly and rose to her feet. Turning gracefully, the Queen walked slowly across her chamber, running delicate fingers along organised, efficient collections of conduits and computers. The other woman remained still.

“Tell me,” the Queen spoke, her lyrical voice edged with ice. “Whom do you serve?”

The woman bowed her head. “You, my Queen. Above and beyond all others, our loyalty is to you.”

Our loyalty... it had been so long since she had heard a drone refer to itself in the collective tense. But then, this was no ordinary drone.

“I have a task for you. Intruders from your expedition are aboard your starship. I want them eliminated.”

Her subject bowed again. “We will comply, immediately.” She turned and walked briskly, mechanically towards the chamber’s exit.

The Queen paused. “Wait!” A slow, cruel smile spread across her glistening red lips. “Assimilate them.”

Nodding, Enriss Temaga turned again and began her service for the Queen.


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