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Drabbles, three
Three dabbles for my Drabble Meme. More will be coming.
For
fingers: An A-Team Drabble,
One Last Time
Taps echoed through morning mist. There were too few mourners, too few who understood or acknowledged the loss.
Three men stood by the far road, crisp military uniforms at odds with the battered van they drove. Lone sentinels, honoring a fallen soldier.
A fourth figure solidified from the fog, striding toward them. At his arrival, those waiting climbed in the van. The fourth snapped a salute toward the fresh grave. “So long, Decker.” Hannibal’s words hung in the air as he turned to join his team.
The van rumbled down the road, leaving their old adversary behind one last time.
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For
amilyn: a Forever Knight drabble,
Getting Out
She’d left her life in flames thirteen years ago. She’d burned it all – the lab, the research, the notes, the blood. Him.
They’d fought. Fought over everything and, ultimately, nothing. She’d given all she'd had but he needed more. Turned out there was more than one way for a vampire to drain life away. In the end, she’d nothing left.
Last she’d seen him, he’d stood in the midst of the flames unwilling to believe she’d leave him. Telling her she couldn’t.
She never looked back to see if he’d gotten out.
After all these years, she still didn’t care
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For
amilyn: a Quantum Leap drabble,
Schrödinger's Sam
It’s like electricity dancing across his skin, lingering there for an eternity then, in an instant, he’s engulfed.
He feels everyone he is: the persons before, the persons to be and the person he is. He knows everything but understands nothing. He exists in a moment of all possibilities but no reality. He’s not one, not the other, not the one he wants to be. He’s everything and nothing, alpha and omega.
It should scare him, being both empty and full, but he revels in it. Grasping for understanding…
It slips away as he becomes one.
Until the next leap.
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That was fun. More tomorrow.
For
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One Last Time
Taps echoed through morning mist. There were too few mourners, too few who understood or acknowledged the loss.
Three men stood by the far road, crisp military uniforms at odds with the battered van they drove. Lone sentinels, honoring a fallen soldier.
A fourth figure solidified from the fog, striding toward them. At his arrival, those waiting climbed in the van. The fourth snapped a salute toward the fresh grave. “So long, Decker.” Hannibal’s words hung in the air as he turned to join his team.
The van rumbled down the road, leaving their old adversary behind one last time.
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For
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Getting Out
She’d left her life in flames thirteen years ago. She’d burned it all – the lab, the research, the notes, the blood. Him.
They’d fought. Fought over everything and, ultimately, nothing. She’d given all she'd had but he needed more. Turned out there was more than one way for a vampire to drain life away. In the end, she’d nothing left.
Last she’d seen him, he’d stood in the midst of the flames unwilling to believe she’d leave him. Telling her she couldn’t.
She never looked back to see if he’d gotten out.
After all these years, she still didn’t care
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For
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Schrödinger's Sam
It’s like electricity dancing across his skin, lingering there for an eternity then, in an instant, he’s engulfed.
He feels everyone he is: the persons before, the persons to be and the person he is. He knows everything but understands nothing. He exists in a moment of all possibilities but no reality. He’s not one, not the other, not the one he wants to be. He’s everything and nothing, alpha and omega.
It should scare him, being both empty and full, but he revels in it. Grasping for understanding…
It slips away as he becomes one.
Until the next leap.
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That was fun. More tomorrow.
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I don't know how all my short pieces for the Team always end up having to deal with Decker.
I think I have to write a bit more and get the "feel" of the team back.