Drabbles

[fizzawrites]

Sam (SG-1)

Ink has constantly stained her hands, writing this report. Like a fever dream she struggles to get it all down and the ink smudges, on her hand, her fingers and then back onto the pen. She swears at the inconvenience, the ugly smudge on the official report. She mentions the hallucinations, but doesn’t want to go into it all, because that doesn’t belong on an official report. Best not to describe them at all. She crosses out the words, reaches for the white out, but the just fresh ink is leaving the evidence.


Sam (West Wing)

He has made the jump, complete 180 turn too, from the White House. A jump across the continent. Why would he leave the job at the White House, they all asked. He knows too much, he’s seen that it’s not the romantic black and white photos in the history books. He is jaded perhaps, but happier back home. He will find something new.


CJ (West Wing)

safe

She is safe here, in her office. There is books and a TV on one side, a window on the other and a couch that she’ll never grow tired of, but always in. She can close the door, turn off the phone and think at the end of the hallway. It is hers. They can whisper to each other, chase down in the corridors, but this room, this place is hers.