Fic: Wrong Turning (B7)
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thisbluespiritTitle: Wrong turning
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lost_spook
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 743
Characters/Pairings: Deva, Roj Blake
Notes/Warnings: None. (Possible spoilers for Blake.)
Summary: Deva had been unwisely assuming that his leader knew what he was doing…
Foraralias in the 500 Prompts Meme - Prompt #385: laughing at the moon (B7, Deva & Blake).
Anyway, as I said yesterday,aralias is evil awesome. She thought it was very amusing that there was Deva fic, but that I hadn't written any of it. I, however, was quite pleased about that. So she gave me about six Deva prompts - and my resistance lasted about 5 minutes. /o\ (I tried to make this one as happy as possible, as requested, but it did take a while, since the only reason I could think of for Deva or Blake to be laughing at the moon was if they were hysterical.)
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“What is it?” Deva asked in a whisper, as Blake came to an unexpected halt in front of him. Deva only narrowly managed to keep from walking into him. He glanced nervously around them, trying to make out any unwanted movement in the trees, but it was too dark, even in the moonlight. “I didn’t hear anything.”
Blake turned around. “No, it’s not that. Did you bring the grid plans with you?”
“Well, no,” said Deva. “To fix part of the alarm system around the perimeter? I thought you knew what you were doing.”
Blake gave a short grin. “So did I.”
“If this is a game or a joke, I don’t think it’s very funny. It’s too dangerous out here.”
Blake shrugged. “No, it’s not a game. It’s not that bad, though – at least we’ve cleared this area, and now the security system’s fixed again, we should be comparatively safe.”
“Even so –”
“We can’t be far from base. Why didn’t you let me know we were going in the wrong direction?”
“I was following you.” Deva shifted, not wanting to think about how true that was in other ways as well. “Perhaps I shouldn’t?”
Blake only turned again and then switched off the torch.
“What are you doing?” Deva had to work hard not to clutch at the other’s arm at the sudden loss of light – the moonlight, in his view didn’t count. It made everything look oddly grey and the shadows only deeper. Deva didn’t like outdoors. He usually stayed inside where his talents could best be utilised – it was the computers he was good with. Outdoors involved too many unknown variables. Maybe on some planets, a walk in the countryside might be a pleasant idea, but not this one. The galaxy had plenty of god-forsaken planets to choose from, but Gauda Prime was one of the worst, mainly due to the lawless being in the majority.
Blake sat down against the nearest tree. “Saving the power cells, in case we need it. Shouldn’t be too much longer before it’s light.”
“You’re just going to sit there and wait for day?”
“We can’t be far from base. As soon as it’s light, we’ll be able to see part of it again – or at least recognise something. If we carry on going in the wrong direction, we’ll cross the perimeter and then we might find ourselves in trouble.”
Deva thought about suggesting that they contact base and ask for someone to find them, and then thought about it again. He didn’t exactly have a precise location for their current whereabouts – that was rather the point – and as for how it would look… “I’ll have to report in, though.”
“Well, tell them it’s taking longer than we thought.”
Deva smiled at that, and sat down beside Blake. “Yes. I was just thinking the truth wouldn’t do your reputation any favours. I thought you said you had excellent tracking skills?”
“I do,” said Blake. “Usually.”
“Well, I hope so,” Deva said. “You take enough risks as it is –”
Blake turned his head towards him. The first thing that seemed to have alarmed him about the whole scenario was that Deva might take it as an opportunity to complain about Blake’s over-complicated plans and reckless behaviour. Well, that was typical. “Deva –”
“I should probably tell them the truth,” Deva pointed out. “’Safe’ is a relative term – what if something happened to you?” Or him, of course. And even if the human dangers kept well away, he wasn’t keen on the idea of wildlife, either, whether large or small. If he thought about it, he was already sure something was crawling down his back.
“Stop worrying, Deva. It won’t. Anyway, a bit of fresh air will do you good.”
“Yes, I seem to remember you saying something to that effect when you dragged me out here in the first place. Now look at us. Besides, you must have some other planet in mind if you’re going to talk about fresh air.”
“You’re just worrying again.”
“And you’re not. You should be. You’re the one who’s managed to lose us, what is it, only about twenty minutes away from the base?”
Blake grinned, and then started to laugh, looking upwards at the moon.
“Blake?”
“Well, you have to admit, between the two of us, it’s quite an achievement.”
Deva laughed, then, more softly. “True. Next time, though, I’m staying inside, thanks – where it’s safer.”
***
Author:
lost_spookRating: All ages
Word Count: 743
Characters/Pairings: Deva, Roj Blake
Notes/Warnings: None. (Possible spoilers for Blake.)
Summary: Deva had been unwisely assuming that his leader knew what he was doing…
For
aralias in the 500 Prompts Meme - Prompt #385: laughing at the moon (B7, Deva & Blake). Anyway, as I said yesterday,
aralias is ***
“What is it?” Deva asked in a whisper, as Blake came to an unexpected halt in front of him. Deva only narrowly managed to keep from walking into him. He glanced nervously around them, trying to make out any unwanted movement in the trees, but it was too dark, even in the moonlight. “I didn’t hear anything.”
Blake turned around. “No, it’s not that. Did you bring the grid plans with you?”
“Well, no,” said Deva. “To fix part of the alarm system around the perimeter? I thought you knew what you were doing.”
Blake gave a short grin. “So did I.”
“If this is a game or a joke, I don’t think it’s very funny. It’s too dangerous out here.”
Blake shrugged. “No, it’s not a game. It’s not that bad, though – at least we’ve cleared this area, and now the security system’s fixed again, we should be comparatively safe.”
“Even so –”
“We can’t be far from base. Why didn’t you let me know we were going in the wrong direction?”
“I was following you.” Deva shifted, not wanting to think about how true that was in other ways as well. “Perhaps I shouldn’t?”
Blake only turned again and then switched off the torch.
“What are you doing?” Deva had to work hard not to clutch at the other’s arm at the sudden loss of light – the moonlight, in his view didn’t count. It made everything look oddly grey and the shadows only deeper. Deva didn’t like outdoors. He usually stayed inside where his talents could best be utilised – it was the computers he was good with. Outdoors involved too many unknown variables. Maybe on some planets, a walk in the countryside might be a pleasant idea, but not this one. The galaxy had plenty of god-forsaken planets to choose from, but Gauda Prime was one of the worst, mainly due to the lawless being in the majority.
Blake sat down against the nearest tree. “Saving the power cells, in case we need it. Shouldn’t be too much longer before it’s light.”
“You’re just going to sit there and wait for day?”
“We can’t be far from base. As soon as it’s light, we’ll be able to see part of it again – or at least recognise something. If we carry on going in the wrong direction, we’ll cross the perimeter and then we might find ourselves in trouble.”
Deva thought about suggesting that they contact base and ask for someone to find them, and then thought about it again. He didn’t exactly have a precise location for their current whereabouts – that was rather the point – and as for how it would look… “I’ll have to report in, though.”
“Well, tell them it’s taking longer than we thought.”
Deva smiled at that, and sat down beside Blake. “Yes. I was just thinking the truth wouldn’t do your reputation any favours. I thought you said you had excellent tracking skills?”
“I do,” said Blake. “Usually.”
“Well, I hope so,” Deva said. “You take enough risks as it is –”
Blake turned his head towards him. The first thing that seemed to have alarmed him about the whole scenario was that Deva might take it as an opportunity to complain about Blake’s over-complicated plans and reckless behaviour. Well, that was typical. “Deva –”
“I should probably tell them the truth,” Deva pointed out. “’Safe’ is a relative term – what if something happened to you?” Or him, of course. And even if the human dangers kept well away, he wasn’t keen on the idea of wildlife, either, whether large or small. If he thought about it, he was already sure something was crawling down his back.
“Stop worrying, Deva. It won’t. Anyway, a bit of fresh air will do you good.”
“Yes, I seem to remember you saying something to that effect when you dragged me out here in the first place. Now look at us. Besides, you must have some other planet in mind if you’re going to talk about fresh air.”
“You’re just worrying again.”
“And you’re not. You should be. You’re the one who’s managed to lose us, what is it, only about twenty minutes away from the base?”
Blake grinned, and then started to laugh, looking upwards at the moon.
“Blake?”
“Well, you have to admit, between the two of us, it’s quite an achievement.”
Deva laughed, then, more softly. “True. Next time, though, I’m staying inside, thanks – where it’s safer.”
***
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Date: 12 Feb 2013 12:17 am (UTC)deva fic! i'm pleased that i prompted you enough that it happened.
you're right though - it's not happy. in fact it's one of the most worrying takes on blake's leadership that i have read (although i have largely read happy stuff, let's be fair). but anyway - it's interesting and in character. and hopefully blake sang some campfire songs or something while they waited to not be lost any more and deva started to be less upset. bless him.
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Date: 12 Feb 2013 05:00 pm (UTC)Hmm. Yes. I think some of the others you gave me might actually be happier than this one, which was meant to be happy, because they'll need to be AU or something to even work. This one, once I came up with a scenario that didn't involve either of them laughing because they were hysterical/mad, it started off relatively happy and then... it wasn't really, underneath. But I like the way that works with B7. It's all entertaining/cracky and then suddenly it isn't, or it isn't when you watch it again.
I think you may have been very careful in your reading if that's the case though! :lol:
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Date: 12 Feb 2013 09:40 am (UTC)Awww, him being certain something was crawling down his back! I'm sure a huge proportion of Federation citizens weren't very comfortable with the Big Outside.
Ah, Deva. Famous last words.
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Date: 12 Feb 2013 04:57 pm (UTC)And, thank you. Glad you enjoyed it. :-)
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Date: 11 Feb 2013 09:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 12 Feb 2013 05:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 11 Feb 2013 10:04 pm (UTC)Well, that is classic B7, right there. :)
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Date: 12 Feb 2013 05:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 13 Feb 2013 06:02 pm (UTC)This is good, as well as being sad and a little bit ominous. You do tend to write unnerving stories, and you do it very well.
Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 13 Feb 2013 08:47 pm (UTC)Thank you! And, heh, I never thought of myself as a writer of unnerving stories before, but you're not the first person who's said that lately (or about this fic), so it must be true...