http://ibroughtcookies.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ibroughtcookies.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92008-09-05 10:27 pm

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There was a city.

Traci moved into the observation deck, weak-legged. For someone whose entire being relied on something so simple as something as a place where people lived--it was like watching something you could never have--it was empty. She had felt it, while finding her staff, and then she had found the tube which had pulled her to the surface. And there the city had been, empty and huge and lifeless.

She wanted milk and cookies. Tea. Something comforting.

Her Staff was warm in her hand, but felt weak with shock--sick.

Traci sat down, hard, on a squishy green thing, staring at the huge statue in front of her, curled up around her staff, and said, quietly, "Well, shit."

[identity profile] el-escarabajo.livejournal.com 2008-09-06 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
3...2...1..

"I meant the other D--"

Recognition.

"Traci?"

She didn't even have time to answer that, because he was running over, and a flying tackle was involved, as he knocked her into the couch, pulling her into a huge, huuuuge hug.

"Traci Traci Traci!"

[identity profile] el-escarabajo.livejournal.com 2008-09-07 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Traci! Wait, I already said that." Cue the rambling. "We're on a sentient alien spaceship and I think we got forcibly conscripted for some kind of war, but there's no aliens around to beat up, and I'm so glad you're here, except I'm not, because I'd rather you be safe at home, but I'm still glad you're here anyway."

Then he kissed her, gently and sweetly, and made it abundantly clear just how much he was glad she was here.