Let us Relish the Splendor of this Day
Title: Let us Relish the Splendor of this Day
Author: northeto
Rating: K+
Warnings/Timeline: Daybreak
Word Count: 300
A/N: I figured I'd better get a drabble written quickly this week so I can be free to start catching up on the enormous number of drabbles that were written over the holidays. Not that I'm complaining, of course.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making money, no copyright infringement intended.
“So,” Laura says, sometime later when the combination of sunlight, the blanket and Bill’s body tucked against hers has almost warmed her, “this is Earth, hmm?”
“Like I said,” Bill squeezes her hand gently, “we’ve earned it.”
This new world-Earth, she reminds herself, is bright and blurry and colorful. She would like to breathe it in deeply, fill her lungs with the life which is so abundant here. She can only draw shallow, shuddering breaths (and it is becoming increasingly difficult to breathe at all) which are not enough to keep her life from slowly slipping away.
“We’ve-“ she coughs, gasps for breath, “We’ve earned a new beginning as well. Earth, a new home for humanity. We deserve a fresh start.”
His arm tightens around her and she leans her head against his shoulder.
“I think-“ her voice quavers momentarily, “This is the end of the old era, Bill. This is the end of those times that you and I know and are familiar with. Tomorrow the future will have arrived, and the gods know we deserve it. It will be a future for Lee and Hoshi and the young people.”
“Laura-“
“But I think,” she interjects quickly, voice sliding up and breaking “we have earned the right to celebrate a little early, don’t you?”
She turns to look at him. His face swims before her and she knows that the drugs coursing through her body are only partly to blame. She reaches out a trembling hand and strokes his cheek, memorizing him.
“Happy New Year, Bill,” she says quietly and not as steadily as she would like.
There is no champagne, or parties, or silly hats and noisemakers. It is not midnight, nor is it is even dark yet.
She kisses him just the same.
Author: northeto
Rating: K+
Warnings/Timeline: Daybreak
Word Count: 300
A/N: I figured I'd better get a drabble written quickly this week so I can be free to start catching up on the enormous number of drabbles that were written over the holidays. Not that I'm complaining, of course.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making money, no copyright infringement intended.
“So,” Laura says, sometime later when the combination of sunlight, the blanket and Bill’s body tucked against hers has almost warmed her, “this is Earth, hmm?”
“Like I said,” Bill squeezes her hand gently, “we’ve earned it.”
This new world-Earth, she reminds herself, is bright and blurry and colorful. She would like to breathe it in deeply, fill her lungs with the life which is so abundant here. She can only draw shallow, shuddering breaths (and it is becoming increasingly difficult to breathe at all) which are not enough to keep her life from slowly slipping away.
“We’ve-“ she coughs, gasps for breath, “We’ve earned a new beginning as well. Earth, a new home for humanity. We deserve a fresh start.”
His arm tightens around her and she leans her head against his shoulder.
“I think-“ her voice quavers momentarily, “This is the end of the old era, Bill. This is the end of those times that you and I know and are familiar with. Tomorrow the future will have arrived, and the gods know we deserve it. It will be a future for Lee and Hoshi and the young people.”
“Laura-“
“But I think,” she interjects quickly, voice sliding up and breaking “we have earned the right to celebrate a little early, don’t you?”
She turns to look at him. His face swims before her and she knows that the drugs coursing through her body are only partly to blame. She reaches out a trembling hand and strokes his cheek, memorizing him.
“Happy New Year, Bill,” she says quietly and not as steadily as she would like.
There is no champagne, or parties, or silly hats and noisemakers. It is not midnight, nor is it is even dark yet.
She kisses him just the same.