lyssie: (black air pwns torchwood)
lyssie ([personal profile] lyssie) wrote2008-11-04 12:04 am

random ficlets.

Stuff scribbled here and there... Torchwood, oldskool Who, BSG, Touching Evil UK, Stargate: SG-1

Torchwood, spoilers for, um, that Meat episode in series two.

Torchwood changes you.

You think that's a bit of an understatement, walking through Cardiff. It's all new, all diffferent in a way you can't describe even to yourself. There's crowds of people--loads of them swirling everywhere and you wonder what they would think if they knew.

Not that they ever will. You get that whole perception versus reality thing a bit more now. Most don't want to know--you can't blame them. Even now, you're not entirely sure you want to know what you do now.

You'll never tell Gwn that--she moves now as though a weight is gone from her shoulders and you're glad. You've been tired of the lives forever and she--if you believe her, which you have to otherwise you'll go mad--has, too.

Of course, you babble at her, knowing the cadence of your words is more important than what you say. Like a blanket you're both wrapped in, the sound of your voice covers the exposure of reality and a universe that is suddenly so much bigger than you think you're exactly comfortable with.

When she makes an excuse and goes, there's something angry in the way she moves.

Looking after her, you feel pride, though. Pride and something else. You wonder if you're supposed to remember all of this, really.

Special ops, Gwen had said. Top secret, and she catches aliens for a living. Real aliens, from outer space not people with bad papers in the wrong place at the wrong time (though you think maybe that is what's happened to the creatures that are out there, after all, who would want to invade Cardiff?).

You don't think anyone'd believe you, anyway and you still wonder who you'd tell.

There'd be no point, really. Interfering in Gwen's job isn't what you'd planned, even when you were making her favorite meals and trying to understand what had changed between you.

It hits you, then, standing there in the sunlight on a planet that is tiny compared to the vastness of space.

You're going to have to start lying, too. About Gwen's job. About humans being the only intelligent life. Torchwood has changed you. You're beginning to think you don't mind.

Not if it keeps Gwen alive. Not if means you can still wake up next to her, smell her skin and hold her tight when she cries.

Your ice cream's almost melted away before you notice it.

When Gwen returns, you don't complain, you just laugh and toss it into the bin. There are other things to worry about. Besides, you can always stop for another on the way home.


Doctor/Logopolis otp? (spoilers for Logopolis)


The first time he visits, the place is almost shiny-bright with new ideas and thick with mathematics. Numbers seem to float in the air and he trades jokes with the Monitor late into what feels like night, but still looks like day.

He leaves, buoyed with the scientific curiosity that sent him there in the first place.

-

The second time he visits, there's nothing but dust under his feet and silence in the air. He knows what ruined it all, where the entropy boiled out from (everywhere). He feels guilt, knowing that without him arriving, the Master never would have followed him.

So many lives, planets, galaxies, destroyed.

He leaves, trying to save it all, so that he can believe it will begin again.

-

The last time he visits, there's nothing. No dust, no light, no ground to stand upon. Just a location where it had once been.

Carefully, he whispers a computation, the basics of which Adric gave him centuries before. He's not sure why he's doing it, or whether it will work. He simply knows that it's one thing he can do assague his guilt, to change what he's done.

He leaves, nothing but a speck of dust staying behind.

-

They say block transfer computation can create something from nothing, that the mere presence of the numbers causes matter to form. Perhaps Logopolis will return, perhaps it won't.

Only time will tell.


BSG. wee!Hera, and, uh, mud...
Hera was making mud pies. She slapped rather gleefully at the mud and dirt, then got down to the serious business of pulling large handfuls of oozy muck free and arranging them carefully so as to form something vaguely spherical in shape. Then she made a fist and flattened it, tilting her head a little as she studied the change before using two fingers to carefully round the edges out a little more.

Another layer, to cover the previous layer's cracks, and she was done with her second pie.

Delighted with her confection, she started another one, jumping up and moving a little before plopping down again. This one took even more artistry and four layers before she decided it was complete.


Touching Evil UK, insert for the bit from, er, the second episode of series one iirc? The birthday party Dave tells Susan wouldn't be her scene.

It's times like this that she remembers. Kerry basks in Dave's laughter, his grin and the lightness in his eyes. This was how it was, how it should have stayed. Before long hours and late nights and silence in response to routine questions disintegrated them into separate people. How was your day? What happened?

Not that he couldn't talk about it to her--she had security clearance, he was perfectly able to divulge the sordid secrets of the underworld and the criminals that dwelt within. He simply wouldn't.

The one time she demanded, the one time she asked why, he responded harshly, his eyes distant. Because I can't drag you down with me, Kerry. Not there. Not where the dirt and the shit stick to my fingers and crawl under my skin so they don't come off, no matter how much soap you use.

It hadn't been the final straw, of course.

Nothing had been the final straw, not until that morning in the hospital. I don't want to live...

Kerry wasn't even sure he remembered saying that. Probably didn't, not that it mattered.

Not that it matters now, when he's warm and happy, and she can almost believe this is real. He'll stay like this, mobile off and face open to the world.

Something from the corner of her eye pulls her attention. One of the kids, demanding more cake and punch, and she catches Barry watching them. Barry who never hides anything, who's so open she sometimes wishes he'd close up for a change of pace (and then he did, when Dave came back, and she wanted her wishes back).

It's nice, here with Dave. But that's in the past. And she's going to make the best of it. Her hand drops unconsciously, fingers drifting against her waistband before she's jerked to the present.

More punch and cake. She can handle that.

The moment is lost and Dave shifts away, Barry laughs with the children. The party goes on.


BSG. Insert for Eye of Jupiter.
His skin itched. It wasn't just the sweat, dirt and algae that seemed to get everywhere no matter how hard you tried to avoid it. Something was up. Sam shifted on the crate, wishing he hadn't given Hillard his last cigarette. With something to do with his hands, maybe he'd be less tense.

It was a good thing the operation had been mostly finished when the temple was discovered. The discovery had halted operations, curious people crowding up into the mountain until the military sent them back down to the compound. Now they just stood around, chattering about it. Rumor was wild about whether it contained a signpost to Earth or not.

Sam hadn't been one of the gawkers. He'd figured whatever it was, he'd either find out or he wouldn't. While a part of him still believed Earth was out there. A large part was cynically aware that they were all that was left of the human race, and even if they found Earth the viability of their race was in question.

A few people left off gossiping long enough to join him in hauling the last of the containers to the landing site for pickup. Then they all sat or sprawled where they felt like it.

Sam's instincts told him something was wrong. Kara's bird had landed that morning, screaming in hot with style only Starbuck bothered with for a routine landing. She hadn't come to see him, but he wasn't expecting her to.

But maybe she'd brought word of something--even before Galen had found the temple, something had been bothering him.

Unable to keep it in longer, he turned his head to say 'something's wrong' to Barolay.

"Anders." It was Mathias, her tone clipped and her posture on guard. Sam was halfway to his feet, the sense of dread beating at his skin before she continued. "The Major wants to see you."

And just like that, he knew. The Cylons had found them. Sam exchanged a glance with Barolay and she was on her feet. Hillard stopped slouching against his stack of crates. Sam half-smiled before blanking his expression as he turned to follow Mathias back to the command tent. Adama might want just him, but the resistance still stuck together.



I knew I forgot one: fluffy SG commentfic

"I think that's enough candy for you, sir."

Seven-year-old Jack O'Neill attempted to glare at still-adult Sam Carter. He sort of failed, since the look just made him a little more adorable. "Carter--"

"No," she sighed, wondering how long this stupid age-shift was going to last. Daniel had sworn he'd be there to look out for the mini!Colonel, but Daniel was probably stuck with his head in a book. She should be researching the machine that had done this. Really.

"Who's in charge here, Carter?"

"Right now?" She scooped up the bag of candy and stood up, "I am." She was going to call Teal'c. Teal'c could watch the Colonel while she went back to her lab.

After all, Teal'c had been a father and would have a far better understanding of how to keep him occupied. Hopefully.

Sam wasn't even going to consider how he'd convinced her to let him go trick-or-treating, though he was definitely cute in his Han Solo costume.

[identity profile] rose-griffes.livejournal.com 2008-11-05 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
SAM!!! And Mathias talking to him! He's so cool when he just knows stuff.
I am not obsessed with my fictional TV boyfriend.
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[identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com 2008-11-05 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
*giggles* You know she had to've been the one who dragged him off to his conversation with Lee and Destiny Thrace. And you can't tell me that his instincts weren't already poked before he was asked.