Title: Survivor
Author: Huggle
Rating: U (Suitable for all)
Challenge: Wish Fulfillment
Words: 222
A/N: This might be a somewhat loose interpretation of the challenge, but I think it still fits the theme.
Disclaimer: SGA and its characters do not belong to me.
He’s tried as hard as he can, but the hunger is now impossible to ignore. It’s like a living thing inside of him, craving satiation when there is none to be found. There have been hard times before – despite how careful they were, despite their plans – but this...this is different.
He’s given up on being rescued. Either something has happened or they’ve forgotten about him. He isn’t sure which would be worse. He sleeps as much as he can, trying to conserve his energy, last for the help he knows isn’t coming; even so, starving to death has a way of keeping someone awake. It’s almost cruel – if he sleeps he can dream, and in those dreams there is food aplenty. So different from his waking world.
He is awake now, again. He hears voices often, imagines movement, someone coming. The disappointment afterwards is almost as bad as the tremors of hunger that leave him so shaken at times that he cannot stand.
He hears the voices again, now. Curious, but...wary. Close, and coming closer still.
“I’m picking up faint power readings.”
“Something had to be powering the distress beacon.”
“Come on, Abrams.”
Abrams. Not a rescue, then...at least, not intentionally.
He smiles, surprised to find that he still has patience to wait just a little longer even after all this time.
Author: Huggle
Rating: U (Suitable for all)
Challenge: Wish Fulfillment
Words: 222
A/N: This might be a somewhat loose interpretation of the challenge, but I think it still fits the theme.
Disclaimer: SGA and its characters do not belong to me.
He’s tried as hard as he can, but the hunger is now impossible to ignore. It’s like a living thing inside of him, craving satiation when there is none to be found. There have been hard times before – despite how careful they were, despite their plans – but this...this is different.
He’s given up on being rescued. Either something has happened or they’ve forgotten about him. He isn’t sure which would be worse. He sleeps as much as he can, trying to conserve his energy, last for the help he knows isn’t coming; even so, starving to death has a way of keeping someone awake. It’s almost cruel – if he sleeps he can dream, and in those dreams there is food aplenty. So different from his waking world.
He is awake now, again. He hears voices often, imagines movement, someone coming. The disappointment afterwards is almost as bad as the tremors of hunger that leave him so shaken at times that he cannot stand.
He hears the voices again, now. Curious, but...wary. Close, and coming closer still.
“I’m picking up faint power readings.”
“Something had to be powering the distress beacon.”
“Come on, Abrams.”
Abrams. Not a rescue, then...at least, not intentionally.
He smiles, surprised to find that he still has patience to wait just a little longer even after all this time.
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Date: 2009-01-09 03:37 am (UTC):) thankyou for sharing :)
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Date: 2009-01-30 07:37 am (UTC)And such a well-crafted short-short, too.