Ficlet thing.
May. 6th, 2009 07:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bibliodragonThis came about while pondering a convoluted mythology fight between the X Files and Battlestar (and if the bsg writers came across Chris Carter's stash y/y?) which became what would happen when you squished the two together.
No BSG spoilers, little one for the X Files finale.
It takes a while for the brain to process the change the difference in pain: the fire of flesh melting from bone to unused neurons firing.
But of course this isn't the first time. Resurrection, that is. However, such an over dramatic means of death is new, and as he pulls himself up out of the tub he muses that he would never have resorted to such theatrics. It is almost enough to make him feel old.
Beside the tub is a small table and chair, a robe on the back of the chair and he knows before he sees that a familiar packet of cigarettes, a lighter and an ash tray sit neatly on the table. As he puts on the robe he ignores the hulking metal presence that stands at the door.
"All this has happened before, and will happen again," it intones in a dead voice, as he knew it would. He doesn't bother to reply.
Instead he lights a cigarette and inhales deeply.
No BSG spoilers, little one for the X Files finale.
It takes a while for the brain to process the change the difference in pain: the fire of flesh melting from bone to unused neurons firing.
But of course this isn't the first time. Resurrection, that is. However, such an over dramatic means of death is new, and as he pulls himself up out of the tub he muses that he would never have resorted to such theatrics. It is almost enough to make him feel old.
Beside the tub is a small table and chair, a robe on the back of the chair and he knows before he sees that a familiar packet of cigarettes, a lighter and an ash tray sit neatly on the table. As he puts on the robe he ignores the hulking metal presence that stands at the door.
"All this has happened before, and will happen again," it intones in a dead voice, as he knew it would. He doesn't bother to reply.
Instead he lights a cigarette and inhales deeply.
