Fic: For The Archive - File 3 of 4
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majorrogueTitle: For The Archive – File 3 of 4
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majorrogue
Pairing, Character(s): Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None , scifi/fantasy AU
Summary: Her world needs to archive her experience in another world, so they both tell of their first meeting
Author's Note: This came from a dream I had. It is a little strange I suppose, but hopefully it will be liked
File 1 | File 2
Please carry on..
The Warrior
Her home was small in comparison to what I am used to but it had everything in it that you would need to live.
As you walked in there was a bed big enough for one person, if you were laying in it your feet would be pointing towards the door and your head would be against a long wall that had a window the whole length of it.
I was distracted by the view.
It was like nothing I had ever seen, nearly all I could see was buildings, great dark buildings with artificial lights flashing on them even with the sun shining this new place still looked dark and dirty. I think I was higher than I have ever been in my life, even when I was dared to climb the tree in the temple arboretum. I pressed my head against the glass of the window and looked down but still couldn’t see the ground beneath us.
When I pulled myself away from the view the woman was looking at me smiling, I smiled back and kept looking around.
Underneath the window there was a small table and a long padded seat that at least two people could sit on. There was a small doorway into a room that had washing facilities in. As I turned back into the room the woman had sat down on the long seat and watched me look around.
In the wall with the door in there was an indentation that had plates and cups in. At the other end of the room there was a desk with lots of paper and books on and to the left of that was a wall of cupboards and shelves.
For one person to live in it was a nice room, although I would of course prefer to be home.
When I turned back to the woman on the seat she had leaned back and fallen asleep. She must have been very tired to fall asleep so quickly, but she looked very peaceful. From seeing where she works and the time she seemed to be there, I thought she must have quite a hard life and all she had was a small room for one person. Considering she had been so nice to me I thought I was strange.
I decided she didn’t look comfortable, so i removed the blanket from the bed, picked her up carefully and placed her in the bed covering her with the blanket.
The Bar tender
When I woke up I was in my bed, which I didn’t remember getting into. I looked around the room and saw the woman’s green cloak laying neatly on the sofa and a long bag laying along with it. I looked around and found her sitting at my desk leaning over something.
I got out of bed and moved over to the sofa to see what the bag was; I hadn’t even seen her carrying anything let along such a big bag.
As I leant over it she said something pretty loudly. It stopped me in my tracks and I looked at her.
She had come over to where I was standing and smiled at me then leant down speaking. She had moved the bag and started opening it. She looked up and me and pushed me back a bit.
I was pretty confused, but it all became clear when she took out what was in the bag.
There was the most beautiful bow I had ever seen, it was so bright and shiny, not like the things I’d seen in museums when I was a kid. Then she removed a long sword that was just as bright and beautiful, the blade looked like it could cut through anything that was in it’s way. Then lastly a small knife, she took the cover off of it and looked practically the same as the sword, but smaller.
As I leaned in closer I put my hand out to touch the sword, but she took hold of my hand and shook her head and said something. I looked at her and assumed she was worried about me touching them. Her concern made me wonder why someone like her would be carrying these weapons around with her if they were so dangerous.
Then I realised that I don’t know this woman, I don’t know her name, I don’t know where she’d come from or why she was here, she certainly didn’t seem to fit in at all. She was like no one here, like no one I had ever seen; she must be from somewhere far away, why did she have a sword with her? But still, the look she gave me wasn’t one of anger or aggression or malice, it was of concern, how could someone concerned about me hurting myself be someone who carried weapons like that around.
She must have seen the worry on my face because she stood up and started talking and gesturing towards the weapons, of course I didn’t know what she was saying, but her tone wasn’t harsh, it seemed to me like she was trying to explain something.
As she spoke she moved over to my desk and pointed at the thing she had been leaning over earlier. It looked like she had taken a small machine apart.
She kept talking and made a strange hand gesture and made a whooshing sound then looked at me. She smiled then spoke again and reached out and placed her hand on my cheek. It was the last thing I was expecting and it took me by surprise, it was such an intimate thing to do. For a second the outside world disappeared.
The Warrior
When she slept I worked on the device and realised that the power cell was drained and not recharging. I needed to find some sort of way to recharge it so that I could connect back home.
When she woke a long time later she seemed to want to look in my bag. I was weary of her looking in there as my weapons were stored in there, I didn’t really want her putting her hand in blindly and hurting herself. I told her to be careful and she turned to look at me with a confused look. I admit I probably said it too loudly.
I showed her my new weapons and she seemed mesmerised, then she looked as though she was contemplating something. I assumed she was wondering why I had them, which is understandable.
I tried to explain that the device had brought me here from where I came from and the weapons were useful there. I told her that I was glad it had brought me there because I had met such a nice beautiful person. I was a little pleased that she did not understand me; it isn’t something I would say to someone I had met only a little while ago, but it was how I felt.
When she had to leave for work some time later I went with her. I thought that I might be able to find something on one of the stall around where she worked to recharge the device. As we walked I looked around but found nothing.
When we reached her table there was a big woman with short black hair behind the table.
She spoke to the woman for a little while and the new woman kept repeating the same word “Santana” and every time she did the woman I knew said “yes” I didn’t know what either of these words meant at the time, but when the woman had stopped talking and was about to leave she said “Santana” again and the woman turned to her and said “Yes” It then dawned on me that it was her name.
When the black haired woman left I said Santana and unconsciously the woman turned around and said “yes”
She smiled at me and I said it again pointing at her. She nodded and put her hand on her chest and repeated the word.
I then did the same saying my name; Brittany.
For something so small we both smiled and laughed a little. At last now we knew each other’s names.
I decided to leave a little while after an incident at the tables Santana worked at; I was sitting watching her work, when two men at the other end of the table started shouting. When Santana gave them more drinks, which is what I assume they were shouting about, one of them grabbed her arm over the table. He pulled her towards him and said things that were in a tone I did not like.
Santana’s face was angry and she tried to pull her arm away but the man would not let go and turned to his companion and started laughing. Santana said something to him and tried to pull her arm away again. The man would not let her go.
I got up and made my way over to where they were seated.
“Let go of her arm” I told the man. He looked at me and said something, but did not let go, so I took hold of his arm
“Let her go” I asked again. When he didn’t I gripped his arm. He looked at me questioningly and I gripped harder. As I kept gripping his face started to contort with pain. After a few more beats he released Santana’s arm and screamed a little until I decided to let go.
He and his friend shouted some things at me which I presumed were not kind, then quickly left.
Santana still stood where she had been while he had hold of her and was holding her arm. I motioned to her to give me her arm so that I could make sure she was ok. She did so without saying a word and without taking her eyes off of me.
I examined her arm, there was no real injury, but I suspected that it would bruise. I noticed that as I was holding her arm and her hand to examine in she had taken hold of my hand and held it softly. I looked up at her and smiled, I liked the feel of her hand in mine.
“Do you have to deal with that sort of behaviour all the time?” I asked knowing full well she didn’t understand. “I will never let anyone hurt you” I smiled at her again and she smiled back
She looked as if she might say something when she was interrupted by the same woman from earlier. There was lots of talking between the two and a lot of gesticulating. The woman then turned to me and asked something. I said noting as I didn’t know what the exchange was about. There were more exchanges between the two, she then pointed at me and left.
Santana looked at me with a guilty look on her face and I realised that it was about what had just happened and what I had done. I thought it best for Santana that I left and went back to her room.
I tried to explain using hand movements what I was intending to do. Happily she understood and gave me a small piece of something. I looked at it for a moment and realised that it was what she had used to open the entrance to her room.
I thanked her with a small bow of my head and a smile and left her.
On my way back to her room I searched more places for a way of charging the device. And luckily on a stand selling fruits, leaves and roots, I did.
Comments...... is anyone there......
Author:
majorroguePairing, Character(s): Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None , scifi/fantasy AU
Summary: Her world needs to archive her experience in another world, so they both tell of their first meeting
Author's Note: This came from a dream I had. It is a little strange I suppose, but hopefully it will be liked
File 1 | File 2
Please carry on..
The Warrior
Her home was small in comparison to what I am used to but it had everything in it that you would need to live.
As you walked in there was a bed big enough for one person, if you were laying in it your feet would be pointing towards the door and your head would be against a long wall that had a window the whole length of it.
I was distracted by the view.
It was like nothing I had ever seen, nearly all I could see was buildings, great dark buildings with artificial lights flashing on them even with the sun shining this new place still looked dark and dirty. I think I was higher than I have ever been in my life, even when I was dared to climb the tree in the temple arboretum. I pressed my head against the glass of the window and looked down but still couldn’t see the ground beneath us.
When I pulled myself away from the view the woman was looking at me smiling, I smiled back and kept looking around.
Underneath the window there was a small table and a long padded seat that at least two people could sit on. There was a small doorway into a room that had washing facilities in. As I turned back into the room the woman had sat down on the long seat and watched me look around.
In the wall with the door in there was an indentation that had plates and cups in. At the other end of the room there was a desk with lots of paper and books on and to the left of that was a wall of cupboards and shelves.
For one person to live in it was a nice room, although I would of course prefer to be home.
When I turned back to the woman on the seat she had leaned back and fallen asleep. She must have been very tired to fall asleep so quickly, but she looked very peaceful. From seeing where she works and the time she seemed to be there, I thought she must have quite a hard life and all she had was a small room for one person. Considering she had been so nice to me I thought I was strange.
I decided she didn’t look comfortable, so i removed the blanket from the bed, picked her up carefully and placed her in the bed covering her with the blanket.
The Bar tender
When I woke up I was in my bed, which I didn’t remember getting into. I looked around the room and saw the woman’s green cloak laying neatly on the sofa and a long bag laying along with it. I looked around and found her sitting at my desk leaning over something.
I got out of bed and moved over to the sofa to see what the bag was; I hadn’t even seen her carrying anything let along such a big bag.
As I leant over it she said something pretty loudly. It stopped me in my tracks and I looked at her.
She had come over to where I was standing and smiled at me then leant down speaking. She had moved the bag and started opening it. She looked up and me and pushed me back a bit.
I was pretty confused, but it all became clear when she took out what was in the bag.
There was the most beautiful bow I had ever seen, it was so bright and shiny, not like the things I’d seen in museums when I was a kid. Then she removed a long sword that was just as bright and beautiful, the blade looked like it could cut through anything that was in it’s way. Then lastly a small knife, she took the cover off of it and looked practically the same as the sword, but smaller.
As I leaned in closer I put my hand out to touch the sword, but she took hold of my hand and shook her head and said something. I looked at her and assumed she was worried about me touching them. Her concern made me wonder why someone like her would be carrying these weapons around with her if they were so dangerous.
Then I realised that I don’t know this woman, I don’t know her name, I don’t know where she’d come from or why she was here, she certainly didn’t seem to fit in at all. She was like no one here, like no one I had ever seen; she must be from somewhere far away, why did she have a sword with her? But still, the look she gave me wasn’t one of anger or aggression or malice, it was of concern, how could someone concerned about me hurting myself be someone who carried weapons like that around.
She must have seen the worry on my face because she stood up and started talking and gesturing towards the weapons, of course I didn’t know what she was saying, but her tone wasn’t harsh, it seemed to me like she was trying to explain something.
As she spoke she moved over to my desk and pointed at the thing she had been leaning over earlier. It looked like she had taken a small machine apart.
She kept talking and made a strange hand gesture and made a whooshing sound then looked at me. She smiled then spoke again and reached out and placed her hand on my cheek. It was the last thing I was expecting and it took me by surprise, it was such an intimate thing to do. For a second the outside world disappeared.
The Warrior
When she slept I worked on the device and realised that the power cell was drained and not recharging. I needed to find some sort of way to recharge it so that I could connect back home.
When she woke a long time later she seemed to want to look in my bag. I was weary of her looking in there as my weapons were stored in there, I didn’t really want her putting her hand in blindly and hurting herself. I told her to be careful and she turned to look at me with a confused look. I admit I probably said it too loudly.
I showed her my new weapons and she seemed mesmerised, then she looked as though she was contemplating something. I assumed she was wondering why I had them, which is understandable.
I tried to explain that the device had brought me here from where I came from and the weapons were useful there. I told her that I was glad it had brought me there because I had met such a nice beautiful person. I was a little pleased that she did not understand me; it isn’t something I would say to someone I had met only a little while ago, but it was how I felt.
When she had to leave for work some time later I went with her. I thought that I might be able to find something on one of the stall around where she worked to recharge the device. As we walked I looked around but found nothing.
When we reached her table there was a big woman with short black hair behind the table.
She spoke to the woman for a little while and the new woman kept repeating the same word “Santana” and every time she did the woman I knew said “yes” I didn’t know what either of these words meant at the time, but when the woman had stopped talking and was about to leave she said “Santana” again and the woman turned to her and said “Yes” It then dawned on me that it was her name.
When the black haired woman left I said Santana and unconsciously the woman turned around and said “yes”
She smiled at me and I said it again pointing at her. She nodded and put her hand on her chest and repeated the word.
I then did the same saying my name; Brittany.
For something so small we both smiled and laughed a little. At last now we knew each other’s names.
I decided to leave a little while after an incident at the tables Santana worked at; I was sitting watching her work, when two men at the other end of the table started shouting. When Santana gave them more drinks, which is what I assume they were shouting about, one of them grabbed her arm over the table. He pulled her towards him and said things that were in a tone I did not like.
Santana’s face was angry and she tried to pull her arm away but the man would not let go and turned to his companion and started laughing. Santana said something to him and tried to pull her arm away again. The man would not let her go.
I got up and made my way over to where they were seated.
“Let go of her arm” I told the man. He looked at me and said something, but did not let go, so I took hold of his arm
“Let her go” I asked again. When he didn’t I gripped his arm. He looked at me questioningly and I gripped harder. As I kept gripping his face started to contort with pain. After a few more beats he released Santana’s arm and screamed a little until I decided to let go.
He and his friend shouted some things at me which I presumed were not kind, then quickly left.
Santana still stood where she had been while he had hold of her and was holding her arm. I motioned to her to give me her arm so that I could make sure she was ok. She did so without saying a word and without taking her eyes off of me.
I examined her arm, there was no real injury, but I suspected that it would bruise. I noticed that as I was holding her arm and her hand to examine in she had taken hold of my hand and held it softly. I looked up at her and smiled, I liked the feel of her hand in mine.
“Do you have to deal with that sort of behaviour all the time?” I asked knowing full well she didn’t understand. “I will never let anyone hurt you” I smiled at her again and she smiled back
She looked as if she might say something when she was interrupted by the same woman from earlier. There was lots of talking between the two and a lot of gesticulating. The woman then turned to me and asked something. I said noting as I didn’t know what the exchange was about. There were more exchanges between the two, she then pointed at me and left.
Santana looked at me with a guilty look on her face and I realised that it was about what had just happened and what I had done. I thought it best for Santana that I left and went back to her room.
I tried to explain using hand movements what I was intending to do. Happily she understood and gave me a small piece of something. I looked at it for a moment and realised that it was what she had used to open the entrance to her room.
I thanked her with a small bow of my head and a smile and left her.
On my way back to her room I searched more places for a way of charging the device. And luckily on a stand selling fruits, leaves and roots, I did.
Comments...... is anyone there......