by Lezli Farrington
"So, how are you feeling now?"
"Absolutely fine, Doc," Scarlet said cheerfully. "Glad to be back in my own skin."
Gold frowned; the story Scarlet had related to him during the examination was unbelievable, but not altogether unexpected - he had expected Scarlet's mind to start filling in the blanks during recovery, but to have come up with such a vivid and engaging fantasy was something he had not expected. He was about to comment when Destiny Angel entered, flexing her hands.
"Hi, Paul," she said. "Good to see you’re better. Doctor, my hands feel odd. They're tingling."
Gold gestured towards the nearest bed, and Destiny obediently hopped onto it.
"Do you have this feeling anywhere else?"
"No, I... Yes, my shoulder," Destiny exclaimed. "Just where that cold... thing touched me earlier."
"Cold thing?" Gold repeated curiously as he examined Destiny's red, lightly blistered fingers. "This is very strange. Which shoulder?"
"Left," Scarlet said.
"Yes, it is," Destiny said, looking past the doctor to her boyfriend. "How did you know?"
"Just here." Scarlet touched her gently so as not to cause her any more pain. "I'm sorry; it was the only way to get your attention."
Destiny blinked in surprise. "What do you mean?"
"In your quarters, I touched you just there to get your attention. Then you put your hands right into me." Scarlet turned to Gold: "And you didn't believe me. You'll probably find that Blue has a similar injury on his left shoulder."
"You must admit, Scarlet, that it is a fantastic story," Gold said. "And you have given Destiny frostbite."
Scarlet had the good grace to look embarrassed.
"What are you talking about?" Destiny demanded.
Scarlet explained it to both of them as soon as Blue arrived in Sickbay, still not quite certain as to how Gold had possibly known about the tingling in his left shoulder. Once a shell-shocked Destiny had departed, Gold turned his attention to Blue’s injury.
“Let me get this straight,” Blue demanded, all but ignoring the doctor’s examination of his shoulder. “That weird cold thing we were following; that was you?”
“Yes,” Scarlet said.
“You saved Skybase whilst you were dead? Hell, Scarlet, that’s impressive, even for you. I guess I can forgive you for this.” He indicated to the red patch on his shoulder.
“You’re welcome,” Scarlet said with a grin. “And I am sorry about that – I didn’t realize how much I would hurt you.”
Blue shrugged. “It’s not that bad.”
“No, it isn’t,” Gold agreed, finishing his examination. “The frostbite is superficial – it will heal if you don’t exert it too much. No daredevil stunts in the next two weeks, please.”
Blue immediately looked innocent. “Who, me?”
Gold merely gave him a withering look. “You may go, and remember…”
“Yeah, yeah, nothing stupid,” Blue said as he pulled his undershirt back on. “I get it. I’ll behave. Anything to save me from you,” he added under his breath.
Scarlet snickered and handed him his uniform vest. “I wonder if he’ll let you go and pick up Storey with me?”
Blue shrugged. “That’s probably okay, but… might let you fly…”
“And drive,” Scarlet added, smirking. “Your driving is definitely ‘daredevil’.”
This came to me whilst I was writing the episode guide for 'Chiller' and, being a biologist, this glaring fact kind of jumped out at me: if Scarlet's ethereal form is cold enough to freeze White's cup of tea, then he is certainly cold enough to do some serious damage when he is poking/being poked by Destiny and Blue. Thus the above was born.
This was originally posted on FanFiction.net on 30th March 2010.
They’ve been with me across the world, always creating controversy. I don’t know where I’d be without them, to be honest: a little piece of home. People moan about them, about the racket they make, until there’s something and then they’re not so bad after all, and really make an occasion special.
Eyebrows were raised when I brought them to Skybase, but the old man just gave one little nod to them and that was the end of it. But this isn’t the kind of occasion made special by my pipes. Today, I wish I’d never brought them to Skybase.
This came to me whilst I was writing the episode guide for 'Instrument of Destruction', and refers to Captain Black's funeral, where poor Captain Grey has the dubious honour of being the lone piper. It set me thinking about how he came to have a set of pipes with him in the first place, and how he would feel about having to perform this duty for a colleague and, possibly, a friend.
This was originally posted on FanFiction.net on 6th March 2009.
I watch in silence as he laughs with his friends, his blue eyes crinkling at the edges. I look away in silence as he flirts with my best friend and she giggles. I hold his hand in silence when he hurts at her jealous rejection, although I am secretly pleased.
I cannot tell him what I wish to, that I care for him more than he will ever know. Silence is my curse in this world and my heart will break a little more every day that I am with him, for I cannot make him understand how I feel.
I suddenly found myself not only watching 'Stingray', but putting myself in Marina's shoes. How hard must it be for her, trying to compete with the outrageously flirtatious Atlanta AND be Atlanta's friend?
This marked my very first foray into the world of drabbling, and I'm quite pleased with the results.
This was originally posted on FanFiction.net on 3rd March 2009.
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