some fiiiiction!
Mar. 31st, 2006 03:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chanter1944Since I haven't written this pairing in way too long, here I go getting back into it. I've missed these two.
Title: A Particular Dream
Author: chanter
Series: TNG, season 7-ish
Rating: G
Pairings: Geordi/Leah
Summary: Time and events had buried it. Geordi decides to share a dream he wouldn’t admit to just anyone.
Spoilers for Elementary, Dear Data but only the sidestory.
312 words
He hadn’t revisited the idea in upward of five years. Somewhere between warp coils and temporal shifts and bright flashes of light it had gotten lost, gentle ambition and warm camaraderie and three gold pips on his collar--time and events had buried it. For five years. Strung rigging, cracked spars mended and then somehow missed, and he had only remembered it now after an hour’s staring out at San Francisco Bay and the bridge above, staring from the window of an apartment that wasn’t his, half lived-in and seldom occupied.
Because now that apartment had two suitcases in it’s single bedroom, and the woman in the bed was still asleep while he watched the dawn the only way he knew how and all the while contemplated weaving age-old patterns out of wood and fiber, painting a name along the prow of a model he’d happily hand-carve completely from memory, trading the modern for the ancient and creating something he’d dreamed of for someone he’d imagined he’d never get close to.
But now had.
When he handed it to her, open palm to open palm in the middle of a rare red-gold evening, that window was open behind him and in front of her and no matter the direction the colorful sails were caught and fluttered, unfurled in a splash of tropical shading to brighten finely-strung rigging and hand-chiseled wooden beams lovingly worked from nothing, polished until they shone. And a carefully painted name just beneath the lower rail, pale snowy lettering in handwriting that was undoubtedly his.
Leah.
Now he swears his second attempt was just as good as his first, but different. After all, as open a person as he is, he doesn’t share that particular dream so obviously with just anyone.
And the namesake of that model ship keeps it on the bedside table, so he must be right.
Title: A Particular Dream
Author: chanter
Series: TNG, season 7-ish
Rating: G
Pairings: Geordi/Leah
Summary: Time and events had buried it. Geordi decides to share a dream he wouldn’t admit to just anyone.
Spoilers for Elementary, Dear Data but only the sidestory.
312 words
He hadn’t revisited the idea in upward of five years. Somewhere between warp coils and temporal shifts and bright flashes of light it had gotten lost, gentle ambition and warm camaraderie and three gold pips on his collar--time and events had buried it. For five years. Strung rigging, cracked spars mended and then somehow missed, and he had only remembered it now after an hour’s staring out at San Francisco Bay and the bridge above, staring from the window of an apartment that wasn’t his, half lived-in and seldom occupied.
Because now that apartment had two suitcases in it’s single bedroom, and the woman in the bed was still asleep while he watched the dawn the only way he knew how and all the while contemplated weaving age-old patterns out of wood and fiber, painting a name along the prow of a model he’d happily hand-carve completely from memory, trading the modern for the ancient and creating something he’d dreamed of for someone he’d imagined he’d never get close to.
But now had.
When he handed it to her, open palm to open palm in the middle of a rare red-gold evening, that window was open behind him and in front of her and no matter the direction the colorful sails were caught and fluttered, unfurled in a splash of tropical shading to brighten finely-strung rigging and hand-chiseled wooden beams lovingly worked from nothing, polished until they shone. And a carefully painted name just beneath the lower rail, pale snowy lettering in handwriting that was undoubtedly his.
Leah.
Now he swears his second attempt was just as good as his first, but different. After all, as open a person as he is, he doesn’t share that particular dream so obviously with just anyone.
And the namesake of that model ship keeps it on the bedside table, so he must be right.
