cross-posted on fire challenge response
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chanter1944Here I go again with fic written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
trek100, because it's only right that I answer the challenge I set. My two favorite muses are back again!
This one tracks canon *gasp!* drawing on references made at different points during the series, and the image of engineers as miracle workers. Hence the title. And I'm assuming here that Geordi knew about Leah before The Boobietrap. That explains... well it explains. :)
Title: Second Table Turned
Author: Chanter
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
Rating: PG for a mild curse
Characters/pairings: understated Geordi/Leah
Summary: Set during Angel One. Drabble. “He’s here, but he’s in bad shape.” The perfume-scented virus’s effects on the chief engineer.
spoilers for Angel One, you have been warned.
He’d been trapped in fire before, younger, helpless, terrified--and this was it. This was the same. From the inside, or the outside, escaped from faulty electrical wiring, escaped from an abandoned ship, escaped from a cell--the same damn thing. He was in flames.
The doctor knew what she was doing, of course. She hadn’t failed him yet, it wasn’t likely she’d start now. Reason... wasn’t helping much. Fire layered with ice layered with fire... he was blazing. Turn the tables, he was in flames.
His voice came out as half a whisper that the doctor thankfully missed.
“Leah.”
trek100, because it's only right that I answer the challenge I set. My two favorite muses are back again! This one tracks canon *gasp!* drawing on references made at different points during the series, and the image of engineers as miracle workers. Hence the title. And I'm assuming here that Geordi knew about Leah before The Boobietrap. That explains... well it explains. :)
Title: Second Table Turned
Author: Chanter
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
Rating: PG for a mild curse
Characters/pairings: understated Geordi/Leah
Summary: Set during Angel One. Drabble. “He’s here, but he’s in bad shape.” The perfume-scented virus’s effects on the chief engineer.
spoilers for Angel One, you have been warned.
He’d been trapped in fire before, younger, helpless, terrified--and this was it. This was the same. From the inside, or the outside, escaped from faulty electrical wiring, escaped from an abandoned ship, escaped from a cell--the same damn thing. He was in flames.
The doctor knew what she was doing, of course. She hadn’t failed him yet, it wasn’t likely she’d start now. Reason... wasn’t helping much. Fire layered with ice layered with fire... he was blazing. Turn the tables, he was in flames.
His voice came out as half a whisper that the doctor thankfully missed.
“Leah.”
