http://feliciter.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] feliciter.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] sutepri 2005-11-01 01:03 pm (UTC)

Short And Sweet

He will never know what came over him, nor does he yet realize what the green thing is.

The last he remembers is hearing a noise in the clearing, then finding himself standing in a doorway opposite Forsyth.

He is involuntarily forced to his knees by an excruciating throbbing in his head, followed by flashes of memory:
Farfal lowering her weapon and staring at him curiously;
Raquel’s half-shocked, half-amused look;
Shannon regarding him with an expression which he thinks might have been understanding.
But Winia’s face was unreadable, her eyes and voice too bright as she turned away from him with slumped shoulders, her mouth set in the same expression as when he had walked right past her through the gates of his house.

When Chris is able to raise his head, Forsyth is looking at the creature, and his eyes are sad as he says with a smile,

“Pacifica, isn’t it?”



THE DALEKS MADE ME DO IT *runs away*

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