Sparrington drabble - Potential
Feb. 14th, 2006 09:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Potential
Author:
order_of_chaos
Written for
fanfic100, prompt number 001 - Beginnings on my Little Damn Table.
Thanks to
misskass for providing me with the energy to post this.
Pairing: Sparrington.
Rating: G
Summary: Set at the creation of the universe, looking forward to what could be.
Warnings: Implied slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine, alas.
In the beginning, the world came into existence, in many, mutually exclusive ways. Or so people say. But how is unimportant; what matters is that it was there. A miracle by any name, by any means. And somewhere in the chaos of new-born creation was the potential for a Commodore and a pirate to fall in love. Someday, when pirates would exist, and the British Navy would hunt them. And maybe they would hate each other for it, or not; maybe they would live happily ever after, or sometimes, or not at all; maybe they would die; or maybe they would chase each other and catch each other and never let go, and everything would be all right, for the two of them at least. Or maybe they would never meet at all. But that's the future.
First... there was light. Stars spinning in endless vaults of sky. The sun. Life, and all the complications that went with it. Hope.
The rest would wait.
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Pairing: Sparrington.
Rating: G
Summary: Set at the creation of the universe, looking forward to what could be.
Warnings: Implied slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine, alas.
In the beginning, the world came into existence, in many, mutually exclusive ways. Or so people say. But how is unimportant; what matters is that it was there. A miracle by any name, by any means. And somewhere in the chaos of new-born creation was the potential for a Commodore and a pirate to fall in love. Someday, when pirates would exist, and the British Navy would hunt them. And maybe they would hate each other for it, or not; maybe they would live happily ever after, or sometimes, or not at all; maybe they would die; or maybe they would chase each other and catch each other and never let go, and everything would be all right, for the two of them at least. Or maybe they would never meet at all. But that's the future.
First... there was light. Stars spinning in endless vaults of sky. The sun. Life, and all the complications that went with it. Hope.
The rest would wait.