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chanter1944) wrote2005-07-13 01:43 am
chanter1944) wrote2005-07-13 01:43 am
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15minuteficlets again. This stems from feeling bleh earlier today, an odd mood, and re-watching the first DS9 episode.
Title: Linear
Author: Chanter
Fandom: Star Trek DS9
Rating: G
Pairings: Sisko/Jennifer
Mild spoilers for the first episode of the series... sorry...
Summary: Sisko’s POV. “Why do you exist here?”
Dedicated to Vitali, because he adored this series.
122 words
“Why do you exist here?”
Why did he exist there indeed.
They weren’t linear. Today was tomorrow was five seconds from now, one after the other after the other, evolution compressed and expanded, crystal, singular. Out of time, out of place, out of conventional Starfleet terminology, everything he’d learned and everything that had formed him--baseball bats, fish scales, sultry bayou rhythms and crickets in the twilight, the savory scents of delicacies with recipes and names hundreds of years old. Music, his own, equal parts tribal, elegant and unique, stories itching to be written--“I created them, and it’s real!” A name, a place, a wonderful ship. A station. Cassidy, and Jake. And... her.
Jennifer.
“Why do you exist here?”
He wasn’t linear.
15minuteficlets again. This stems from feeling bleh earlier today, an odd mood, and re-watching the first DS9 episode. Title: Linear
Author: Chanter
Fandom: Star Trek DS9
Rating: G
Pairings: Sisko/Jennifer
Mild spoilers for the first episode of the series... sorry...
Summary: Sisko’s POV. “Why do you exist here?”
Dedicated to Vitali, because he adored this series.
122 words
“Why do you exist here?”
Why did he exist there indeed.
They weren’t linear. Today was tomorrow was five seconds from now, one after the other after the other, evolution compressed and expanded, crystal, singular. Out of time, out of place, out of conventional Starfleet terminology, everything he’d learned and everything that had formed him--baseball bats, fish scales, sultry bayou rhythms and crickets in the twilight, the savory scents of delicacies with recipes and names hundreds of years old. Music, his own, equal parts tribal, elegant and unique, stories itching to be written--“I created them, and it’s real!” A name, a place, a wonderful ship. A station. Cassidy, and Jake. And... her.
Jennifer.
“Why do you exist here?”
He wasn’t linear.