Yay! A story!
Title: The Burden.
Author: Christina aka just me
Rating: PG-13 for violent and sexual scenes.
Pairing: A bit of the Domlijah.
Disclaimer: Completely a work of fiction in case you couldn’t tell.
Summary: They found the pod out in deep space….
They found the pod out in deep space. They’d been days away from any space station and out of nowhere a small cylindrical object hit the starboard hull. They opened it very cautiously, afraid that it could be a trap set by one of the other ships. But inside was the most peculiar looking boy they’d ever seen. Such big blue eyes. He couldn’t be completely human. His language was odd. He spoke not even a lick of English but that’s what they had translators for.
Ian, the captain of the ship let Dom and Billy take care of him the most. Dom didn’t have a very high rank and Billy was a second security officer. They’d been involved in the past and Ian found they worked well together. Pretty soon Doodle…the name which they gave the boy because all that came up on the translator when they asked his name was a funny blip…was almost attached to Dom at the hip. In fact, his first English word was ‘Dom’.
Twelve days later they wander through the ship. Doodle is unusually quiet. Dom doesn’t bother to question it. He’s so far away from home…wherever that is.
“Are you hungry?” He asks Doodle.
“Yes. I. Am.” Speaks the translator after the young man. He really is a man more than a boy but sometimes Dom has a hard time believing it.
The wall sports a electronic Food Processor. “Spag Bol.” Dom practically shouts to the wall and Doodle cringes. He looks like he’ll never get used to it.
“Unable. To. Comply.” Comes the electronic voice over the Processor’s intercom. Similar to Doodle’s translator.
“What. Does. That. Mean?” Dom likes the voice he hears before Doodle’s translator kicks in. It’s soft and light but so real. He hears that computer generated bloke everywhere he goes. He even hears it in his sleep.
“Mean’s we have to make our own damn dinner.” Dom punches the wall beside the Food Processor and grumbles “Piece of shit.”
Doodle smiles like he knows. He does that a lot. Their cultures may not be so different after all.
Twenty four days after picking Doodle up, Dom takes him in the middle of the night to the observation deck. It is a fully open tempered glass dome. The stars shine brightly through the plates of glass and bars of the roof.
“Do you fancy me, Doodle?” Dom asks.
“Do. You. Mean. Do. I. Like. You?”
“Yes. Do you?” His eyes plead.
“Yes. You. Take. Care. Of. Me. You. Make. Me. Feel. Happy.”
“I…don’t mean in that way. I mean…do you ‘fancy’ boys?” Dom looks at him hopefully. He is laying his life out there for Doodle to crush with the wrong words.
Doodle nods. He looks down shyly and then back up to connect with Dom’s eyes.
“Do you want to kiss me?” Dom asks. Doodle nods again. It’s too much. Something so sweet and vulnerable radiates from him.
“I…will…have…a…go…at…that.” Doodle is speaking with his own voice this time. A phrase that he must have learned from Billy. He takes it as his cue to press his lips softly on Doodle’s own bow shaped ones.
The kiss is sweet. The young man knows how to kiss. That’s familiar to both of them. They way they press up close and slide tongues and teeth over the other’s with ease makes them realize that their cultures aren’t that far away.
Under the stars and glow of florescent light, they undress carefully. They remark at the likeness of their bodies. Dark nipples that harden under a brush of thumb or little teasing taste. Navel holes with light hair trailing down into trousers. The surprise is when they first see the difference between the cut and the uncut. They’re the same, yet different. And both eagerly desire to feel the other’s in their hand.
The dynamics are the same. They rub and press and kiss and groan their way to orgasm. And afterward lie there naked. Puddles cooling on Doodle’s body.
Billy finds them like that in the morning and he smiles that loving familiar smile. He knew all along that this would happen. He’s surprised it took this long. He knows Dom’s nature and how much Dom loves and wants to protect Doodle.
Thirty six days from their first encounter with the race, a huge ship is scanned only hours away. The sensors are crap, but Ian is sure they should have picked it up earlier. But bigger may mean more technologically advanced in ways they only dream about still.
The Americana looms predatorily over The UK in a matter of hours. Ian is unable to hail them and he raises shields almost immediately. There is no way they can out run or imagine to win in battle. Only assuming they are hostile that is.
Finally, a hail from the other ship. Over the screen he catches first glimpse of the other captain. Much younger than himself. Ian takes that to be a good thing at least.
“I am Viggo Mortenson. Captain of the Americana. We are not interested in fighting you, but if you do not return what is ours, you will leave us no choice.”
Ian knows what it is. Before Viggo even spoke, he knew. But he plays along carefully. Trying to avoid the inevitable. “And what, may I ask, do we have that is so precious to you.”
“Not precious. Just ours.” The younger man looks like he has been through many battles and won. Being in charge of such a great ship, Ian doesn’t doubt it. “It is a vessel. A small casket shaped object. I hope you haven’t opened it. It contains something very dangerous.”
“Indeed?” In order to play along, it has to appear like he doesn’t know what is inside. “And may I ask what is so dangerous about what is inside?”
“That is none of your concern. You will deliver the object to us. Set it adrift and we’ll lock onto it.”
“And if I refuse?” Ian knows the answer.
“Then we will have no choice but to fire on you.”
“Is what’s in the container of that great importance that you can justify such a harsh action?”
“That’s for me to know. Comply and leave with your lives.” Viggo breaks the connection. Now there are just stars and a piece of The Americana visible.
Ian pushes the intercom button. “Dominic. Bring the boy to the docking bay. Billy and I will meet you there.”
He then nods to his second in command. A man who he trusts with the ship as well as his life. “John.” The man is good at stalling.
Dom and Doodle are in the docking area when he arrives. It looks like they have already begun to talk. He immediately addresses Doodle in a stern but caring manner. “I need you to tell me exactly why the people of your ship exiled you to near-death.”
“They. Think. I. Did. Something. Bad.” Doodle hangs his head in shame.
“And did you?”
There’s a vehement head shake and Dom tightens his grip on Doodle’s hand. He’s wondering who would leave the beautiful boy beside him to such a fate.
He begins the story knowing he has to hurry. They are not a patient race. “I. Am. Accused. Of. Rape.” He still can’t seem to look up at the three of them now that the truth is out. “I. Am. Or. Was. In. love. With. The. Second. Officer. Of. The. Americana. We. Had. To. Keep. Our. Love. In. Secret. Though. Because. He. Is. Married. One. Day. We. Were. Caught. By. His. Wife. She. Was. Enraged. And. Told. The. Captain. That. I. Was. Raping. Her. Husband. And. Sean.” He pauses. His real voice cracks. “Sean. Agreed. With. Her. I. Loved. Him. So. Much. And. He. Betrayed. Me.”
“That’s not real love, Doodle. If he could do that to you.” Dom immediately wraps his arms around his lover. His sympathy for this young man is heart wrenching. He now understands what it’s like to love someone that much.
“Please, Dominic. I know how much you care for him, but we have to send him back to his people.”
Doodles eyes widen and he shakes his head even more fiercely than before.
“With all due respect, captain. We can’t let him go back. They’ll kill him. They already sent him off in stasis. We can’t be sure of his safety.”
Ian understands. He wishes there was another way but he has the lives of everyone on his ship to think of. “They will wage battle with us if he’s not returned. They don’t even know he’s free.”
“They. Know.” Doodle interjects.
He suspected that much. He’s still trying to understand why this boy means so much to them. Of course they think he committed a crime, but is it really worth destroying a whole other ship over? The UK has no chance to fight against such a powerful adversary. He could call in The Ireland but it’s an even smaller ship then them and is galaxies away. There is no way they will be able to get here in time to do more than help the salvage crew pick up useable pieces of the ship.
He doesn’t think his people should have to die over an internal conflict, but who’s to say that The Americana will stop at just getting their man back?
“Captain. If he has to go, I’m going with him. I will not let him die alone.” Dom looks up from Doodle’s shoulder. Their faces are both stained with tears.
Billy begins to speak but Ian raises a hand. “I don’t think that will be necessary, Dom. They want a battle. We’ll be ready for them.” He explains his plan and they make the proper arrangements with Billy and the bay crewman before making their way back to the bridge.
Ian barks orders. “Helmsmen set thruster engines to maximum speed. Tactical, set everything we have on them. We’re hitting them fast and hard and then getting the bloody hell out of here.”
Moments later, the pod comes into sight. Immediately, a tractor beam locks on and pulls it in. Now to wait. But only briefly. “Everyone ready? Detonate.” The last word is barely audible but the button is pressed.
A fiery blast takes out the back of the ship. Almost a third of it scatters into space. “Fire!” Ian shouts. All of their weapons are focused in the general area of the bridge. It takes a few shots to even get through the shield armour. Then sparks and debris fly in all direction. The Americana has yet to fire. Chunks are taken out unevenly and the ship looks like it’s burning. There is no bridge left. Viggo must be dead by now.
“Hard turn! Go. Drive!” They swing entirely upside down and the engines are engaged just as the other ship starts to destruct. Even at their speed, shrapnel spears the hull setting off the alarms. Doodle covers his ears and Dom wraps him tightly in his arms.
The turbulence continues for so many minutes and finally they are clear. The sirens stop. “Report damage from each level.” Ian commands through the intercom. Damage reports begin to stream in. Everything seems to be in order. Except one thing.
Ian looks slowly over to where Dom and Doodle are standing. Doodle’s back is to him but Dom is slowly backing away from him in fear. As Doodle turns around, it’s apparent what Dom is so afraid of. His eyes are the darkest sapphire and as Ian looks inside them he beholds the death of him and the entire ship.
“Thank you for getting rid of them for me. They were such a burden.”
Author: Christina aka just me
Rating: PG-13 for violent and sexual scenes.
Pairing: A bit of the Domlijah.
Disclaimer: Completely a work of fiction in case you couldn’t tell.
Summary: They found the pod out in deep space….
They found the pod out in deep space. They’d been days away from any space station and out of nowhere a small cylindrical object hit the starboard hull. They opened it very cautiously, afraid that it could be a trap set by one of the other ships. But inside was the most peculiar looking boy they’d ever seen. Such big blue eyes. He couldn’t be completely human. His language was odd. He spoke not even a lick of English but that’s what they had translators for.
Ian, the captain of the ship let Dom and Billy take care of him the most. Dom didn’t have a very high rank and Billy was a second security officer. They’d been involved in the past and Ian found they worked well together. Pretty soon Doodle…the name which they gave the boy because all that came up on the translator when they asked his name was a funny blip…was almost attached to Dom at the hip. In fact, his first English word was ‘Dom’.
Twelve days later they wander through the ship. Doodle is unusually quiet. Dom doesn’t bother to question it. He’s so far away from home…wherever that is.
“Are you hungry?” He asks Doodle.
“Yes. I. Am.” Speaks the translator after the young man. He really is a man more than a boy but sometimes Dom has a hard time believing it.
The wall sports a electronic Food Processor. “Spag Bol.” Dom practically shouts to the wall and Doodle cringes. He looks like he’ll never get used to it.
“Unable. To. Comply.” Comes the electronic voice over the Processor’s intercom. Similar to Doodle’s translator.
“What. Does. That. Mean?” Dom likes the voice he hears before Doodle’s translator kicks in. It’s soft and light but so real. He hears that computer generated bloke everywhere he goes. He even hears it in his sleep.
“Mean’s we have to make our own damn dinner.” Dom punches the wall beside the Food Processor and grumbles “Piece of shit.”
Doodle smiles like he knows. He does that a lot. Their cultures may not be so different after all.
Twenty four days after picking Doodle up, Dom takes him in the middle of the night to the observation deck. It is a fully open tempered glass dome. The stars shine brightly through the plates of glass and bars of the roof.
“Do you fancy me, Doodle?” Dom asks.
“Do. You. Mean. Do. I. Like. You?”
“Yes. Do you?” His eyes plead.
“Yes. You. Take. Care. Of. Me. You. Make. Me. Feel. Happy.”
“I…don’t mean in that way. I mean…do you ‘fancy’ boys?” Dom looks at him hopefully. He is laying his life out there for Doodle to crush with the wrong words.
Doodle nods. He looks down shyly and then back up to connect with Dom’s eyes.
“Do you want to kiss me?” Dom asks. Doodle nods again. It’s too much. Something so sweet and vulnerable radiates from him.
“I…will…have…a…go…at…that.” Doodle is speaking with his own voice this time. A phrase that he must have learned from Billy. He takes it as his cue to press his lips softly on Doodle’s own bow shaped ones.
The kiss is sweet. The young man knows how to kiss. That’s familiar to both of them. They way they press up close and slide tongues and teeth over the other’s with ease makes them realize that their cultures aren’t that far away.
Under the stars and glow of florescent light, they undress carefully. They remark at the likeness of their bodies. Dark nipples that harden under a brush of thumb or little teasing taste. Navel holes with light hair trailing down into trousers. The surprise is when they first see the difference between the cut and the uncut. They’re the same, yet different. And both eagerly desire to feel the other’s in their hand.
The dynamics are the same. They rub and press and kiss and groan their way to orgasm. And afterward lie there naked. Puddles cooling on Doodle’s body.
Billy finds them like that in the morning and he smiles that loving familiar smile. He knew all along that this would happen. He’s surprised it took this long. He knows Dom’s nature and how much Dom loves and wants to protect Doodle.
Thirty six days from their first encounter with the race, a huge ship is scanned only hours away. The sensors are crap, but Ian is sure they should have picked it up earlier. But bigger may mean more technologically advanced in ways they only dream about still.
The Americana looms predatorily over The UK in a matter of hours. Ian is unable to hail them and he raises shields almost immediately. There is no way they can out run or imagine to win in battle. Only assuming they are hostile that is.
Finally, a hail from the other ship. Over the screen he catches first glimpse of the other captain. Much younger than himself. Ian takes that to be a good thing at least.
“I am Viggo Mortenson. Captain of the Americana. We are not interested in fighting you, but if you do not return what is ours, you will leave us no choice.”
Ian knows what it is. Before Viggo even spoke, he knew. But he plays along carefully. Trying to avoid the inevitable. “And what, may I ask, do we have that is so precious to you.”
“Not precious. Just ours.” The younger man looks like he has been through many battles and won. Being in charge of such a great ship, Ian doesn’t doubt it. “It is a vessel. A small casket shaped object. I hope you haven’t opened it. It contains something very dangerous.”
“Indeed?” In order to play along, it has to appear like he doesn’t know what is inside. “And may I ask what is so dangerous about what is inside?”
“That is none of your concern. You will deliver the object to us. Set it adrift and we’ll lock onto it.”
“And if I refuse?” Ian knows the answer.
“Then we will have no choice but to fire on you.”
“Is what’s in the container of that great importance that you can justify such a harsh action?”
“That’s for me to know. Comply and leave with your lives.” Viggo breaks the connection. Now there are just stars and a piece of The Americana visible.
Ian pushes the intercom button. “Dominic. Bring the boy to the docking bay. Billy and I will meet you there.”
He then nods to his second in command. A man who he trusts with the ship as well as his life. “John.” The man is good at stalling.
Dom and Doodle are in the docking area when he arrives. It looks like they have already begun to talk. He immediately addresses Doodle in a stern but caring manner. “I need you to tell me exactly why the people of your ship exiled you to near-death.”
“They. Think. I. Did. Something. Bad.” Doodle hangs his head in shame.
“And did you?”
There’s a vehement head shake and Dom tightens his grip on Doodle’s hand. He’s wondering who would leave the beautiful boy beside him to such a fate.
He begins the story knowing he has to hurry. They are not a patient race. “I. Am. Accused. Of. Rape.” He still can’t seem to look up at the three of them now that the truth is out. “I. Am. Or. Was. In. love. With. The. Second. Officer. Of. The. Americana. We. Had. To. Keep. Our. Love. In. Secret. Though. Because. He. Is. Married. One. Day. We. Were. Caught. By. His. Wife. She. Was. Enraged. And. Told. The. Captain. That. I. Was. Raping. Her. Husband. And. Sean.” He pauses. His real voice cracks. “Sean. Agreed. With. Her. I. Loved. Him. So. Much. And. He. Betrayed. Me.”
“That’s not real love, Doodle. If he could do that to you.” Dom immediately wraps his arms around his lover. His sympathy for this young man is heart wrenching. He now understands what it’s like to love someone that much.
“Please, Dominic. I know how much you care for him, but we have to send him back to his people.”
Doodles eyes widen and he shakes his head even more fiercely than before.
“With all due respect, captain. We can’t let him go back. They’ll kill him. They already sent him off in stasis. We can’t be sure of his safety.”
Ian understands. He wishes there was another way but he has the lives of everyone on his ship to think of. “They will wage battle with us if he’s not returned. They don’t even know he’s free.”
“They. Know.” Doodle interjects.
He suspected that much. He’s still trying to understand why this boy means so much to them. Of course they think he committed a crime, but is it really worth destroying a whole other ship over? The UK has no chance to fight against such a powerful adversary. He could call in The Ireland but it’s an even smaller ship then them and is galaxies away. There is no way they will be able to get here in time to do more than help the salvage crew pick up useable pieces of the ship.
He doesn’t think his people should have to die over an internal conflict, but who’s to say that The Americana will stop at just getting their man back?
“Captain. If he has to go, I’m going with him. I will not let him die alone.” Dom looks up from Doodle’s shoulder. Their faces are both stained with tears.
Billy begins to speak but Ian raises a hand. “I don’t think that will be necessary, Dom. They want a battle. We’ll be ready for them.” He explains his plan and they make the proper arrangements with Billy and the bay crewman before making their way back to the bridge.
Ian barks orders. “Helmsmen set thruster engines to maximum speed. Tactical, set everything we have on them. We’re hitting them fast and hard and then getting the bloody hell out of here.”
Moments later, the pod comes into sight. Immediately, a tractor beam locks on and pulls it in. Now to wait. But only briefly. “Everyone ready? Detonate.” The last word is barely audible but the button is pressed.
A fiery blast takes out the back of the ship. Almost a third of it scatters into space. “Fire!” Ian shouts. All of their weapons are focused in the general area of the bridge. It takes a few shots to even get through the shield armour. Then sparks and debris fly in all direction. The Americana has yet to fire. Chunks are taken out unevenly and the ship looks like it’s burning. There is no bridge left. Viggo must be dead by now.
“Hard turn! Go. Drive!” They swing entirely upside down and the engines are engaged just as the other ship starts to destruct. Even at their speed, shrapnel spears the hull setting off the alarms. Doodle covers his ears and Dom wraps him tightly in his arms.
The turbulence continues for so many minutes and finally they are clear. The sirens stop. “Report damage from each level.” Ian commands through the intercom. Damage reports begin to stream in. Everything seems to be in order. Except one thing.
Ian looks slowly over to where Dom and Doodle are standing. Doodle’s back is to him but Dom is slowly backing away from him in fear. As Doodle turns around, it’s apparent what Dom is so afraid of. His eyes are the darkest sapphire and as Ian looks inside them he beholds the death of him and the entire ship.
“Thank you for getting rid of them for me. They were such a burden.”