#58 - Lone Survivor
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tthdrabblestitle: Lone Survivor
word count: 200
fandom: Stargate SG-1
challenge: #58 - First Impressions
summary: Wesley had forgotten what it felt like to wake up dying.
disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not.
notes: For TTH FFA pairing, "Wesley/Vala Mal Doran". The seed of a longer story that probably won't ever get written.
Wesley had forgotten what it felt like to wake up dying.
He'd rather thought he wouldn't wake up at all, this time; the sharp clarity of pain, followed by blanketing numbness as the strength ran out of his limbs like water, had seemed to signal as much. But then, he'd thought the same after Justine had slit his throat and he'd collapsed in shock and disbelief. He'd expected every struggled breath then to be his last, every brief emergence from unconsciousness throughout the night to be the stirring of the final curtain as it fell.
He rather doubted anyone would find him this time, however. Or-- would they? Something had awakened him...
"This one's dead, too, whatever it is," a male voice announced, suddenly, somewhere to his left.
Then a torch beam swept over him. "Hello, what's this?" a second voice asked, accented and female. "There's another body here, too, and this one looks human. Could be a lead on the group that busted the Trust's associates before we could get to them."
"Or another snakehead," the first voice replied. "Man, this city's a mess..."
Snakehead? Wesley wondered fuzzily, then drifted away again as warm fingers pressed against his throat.
(fin)
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word count: 200
fandom: Stargate SG-1
challenge: #58 - First Impressions
summary: Wesley had forgotten what it felt like to wake up dying.
disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not.
notes: For TTH FFA pairing, "Wesley/Vala Mal Doran". The seed of a longer story that probably won't ever get written.
Wesley had forgotten what it felt like to wake up dying.
He'd rather thought he wouldn't wake up at all, this time; the sharp clarity of pain, followed by blanketing numbness as the strength ran out of his limbs like water, had seemed to signal as much. But then, he'd thought the same after Justine had slit his throat and he'd collapsed in shock and disbelief. He'd expected every struggled breath then to be his last, every brief emergence from unconsciousness throughout the night to be the stirring of the final curtain as it fell.
He rather doubted anyone would find him this time, however. Or-- would they? Something had awakened him...
"This one's dead, too, whatever it is," a male voice announced, suddenly, somewhere to his left.
Then a torch beam swept over him. "Hello, what's this?" a second voice asked, accented and female. "There's another body here, too, and this one looks human. Could be a lead on the group that busted the Trust's associates before we could get to them."
"Or another snakehead," the first voice replied. "Man, this city's a mess..."
Snakehead? Wesley wondered fuzzily, then drifted away again as warm fingers pressed against his throat.
(fin)
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Date: 2007-06-11 05:05 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing the seed, I think it would have been a great story.
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Date: 2007-06-12 05:16 am (UTC)I really wish I had time to make something more of this, but I have so many WIPs going already...
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Date: 2007-06-11 09:33 pm (UTC)The seed of a longer story that probably won't ever get written.
Drat.
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Date: 2007-06-12 05:15 am (UTC)Seriously, I have enough WIPs going as it is; I think some of my readers would kill me if I took up yet another one without finishing anything else. =)