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Thankyou for the boredom beaters... I have room for more... *grin*
(Okay, drabble-ish because I can never do the exactly 100 word thing...)
- Home -
Daniel knows it's permanent the first time he finds a bottlecap under his own couch.
A book has slid off his lap when he's fallen asleep in the loungeroom and the gentle kathump wakes him. He crouches, retrieving the book and noticing the glint of metal by the couch's front leg. He picks it up and remembers how Jack stands in the middle of his living room when he twists the cap off a beer, cocking his arm back and then flicking it, never caring where it lands in the house.
He does this at home.
Jack comes out of the bedroom then, wearing only boxers and looking sleep rumpled but pauses when he notices Daniel grinning.
"What?"
Daniel simply smiles at him, turning the piece of metal over and over in his fingers.
--
- If At First You Don't Succeed... -
It's awful at first.
They both cant their heads the exact same way and so bash noses, pulling back in pain and with tears in their eyes, but laughing despite it. They get closer and Rodney sucks John's bottom lip into his mouth because he thinks it will be sexy, forgetting that the lip had been split open only hours earlier and John muffles a curse.
They pull back, panting and both getting annoyed that it's so damn akward when John finally places hands on either side of Rodney's face, forcing his head to tilt at the right angle and pulling him forward just enough.
Lips meet and slide over each other and John finally pulls away again, grinning.
"Try, try again," he whispers and Rodney snorts.
--
- Simple Needs -
She sees him hesitate in the doorway, looking exhausted and noting there is already a body in every rack. She sees those that are still awake either look at him too long or cut their eyes away too quickly.
It's him. He brought the cylon here
They don't say it but they might as well.
Just as he's about to turn and leave, she holds her hands out and pats the space beside her. He hesitates for a second but then comes forward, looking relieved when she makes a hurry up gesture with her arms.
He's broad and she's tiny and they fill the rack perfectly. He drops an arm across her stomach because there's nowhere else for it to go.
She lets her head be pillowed by his bicep and thinks, I don't know him at all
In these confined spaces, sometimes that's what she needs.
--
- Between -
Rodney has known exhaustion.
Rodney has even known that state beyond exhaustion when all the colours have bled out of the world and you're looking at everything in a washed out gray sepia, trying not to trip over your own feet or blow anyone up. This is when he's had a grand total of eight minutes sleep in the last three days, basically putting his chin down on his chest and breathing rythmically for a few seconds.
He can't even remember what lying down to intentionally sleep feels like.
In one of these quick snatches of time he feels fingers at the nape of his neck and then his head is pulled down to rest on a bony knee.
He can't remember ever being so comfortable.
"Sleep, Rodney. I'll wake you in ten minutes."
Rodney's last waking thought is, Thank God for you, Jack.
--
(Okay, drabble-ish because I can never do the exactly 100 word thing...)
- Home -
Daniel knows it's permanent the first time he finds a bottlecap under his own couch.
A book has slid off his lap when he's fallen asleep in the loungeroom and the gentle kathump wakes him. He crouches, retrieving the book and noticing the glint of metal by the couch's front leg. He picks it up and remembers how Jack stands in the middle of his living room when he twists the cap off a beer, cocking his arm back and then flicking it, never caring where it lands in the house.
He does this at home.
Jack comes out of the bedroom then, wearing only boxers and looking sleep rumpled but pauses when he notices Daniel grinning.
"What?"
Daniel simply smiles at him, turning the piece of metal over and over in his fingers.
--
- If At First You Don't Succeed... -
It's awful at first.
They both cant their heads the exact same way and so bash noses, pulling back in pain and with tears in their eyes, but laughing despite it. They get closer and Rodney sucks John's bottom lip into his mouth because he thinks it will be sexy, forgetting that the lip had been split open only hours earlier and John muffles a curse.
They pull back, panting and both getting annoyed that it's so damn akward when John finally places hands on either side of Rodney's face, forcing his head to tilt at the right angle and pulling him forward just enough.
Lips meet and slide over each other and John finally pulls away again, grinning.
"Try, try again," he whispers and Rodney snorts.
--
- Simple Needs -
She sees him hesitate in the doorway, looking exhausted and noting there is already a body in every rack. She sees those that are still awake either look at him too long or cut their eyes away too quickly.
It's him. He brought the cylon here
They don't say it but they might as well.
Just as he's about to turn and leave, she holds her hands out and pats the space beside her. He hesitates for a second but then comes forward, looking relieved when she makes a hurry up gesture with her arms.
He's broad and she's tiny and they fill the rack perfectly. He drops an arm across her stomach because there's nowhere else for it to go.
She lets her head be pillowed by his bicep and thinks, I don't know him at all
In these confined spaces, sometimes that's what she needs.
--
- Between -
Rodney has known exhaustion.
Rodney has even known that state beyond exhaustion when all the colours have bled out of the world and you're looking at everything in a washed out gray sepia, trying not to trip over your own feet or blow anyone up. This is when he's had a grand total of eight minutes sleep in the last three days, basically putting his chin down on his chest and breathing rythmically for a few seconds.
He can't even remember what lying down to intentionally sleep feels like.
In one of these quick snatches of time he feels fingers at the nape of his neck and then his head is pulled down to rest on a bony knee.
He can't remember ever being so comfortable.
"Sleep, Rodney. I'll wake you in ten minutes."
Rodney's last waking thought is, Thank God for you, Jack.
--
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