Sinful (200 words)
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Vila didn't like violence. He especially didn't like bloody violence. But he liked breathing vacuum even less. He slid the sharpened shard of metal out of the hiding place under Gan's bunk, and padded barefoot across the dormitory.
His grip tightened on the improvised knife as he approached the huddled shape on the bunk in the darkest corner of the room. He knew where to hit. Do it just right and Avon wouldn't even feel a thing. Be doing him a favour, really. Avon wouldn't like it on Cygnus Alpha.
The shape moved, and Vila could see the shine of eye whites. Softly, Avon said, "Well, if you're going to do it, do it, Vila."
Vila dropped the knife and stood unmoving as Avon slipped out of bed and picked it up. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you now," Avon said casually.
Vila cleared his throat. "You might need me someday."
"Mmm... just barely possible." Avon dropped the knife to the floor. "Remember, you owe me one." He got back in bed, turned to face the wall and pulled the blanket over his head.
Vila picked up the knife and went back to his own bed, shivering.
His grip tightened on the improvised knife as he approached the huddled shape on the bunk in the darkest corner of the room. He knew where to hit. Do it just right and Avon wouldn't even feel a thing. Be doing him a favour, really. Avon wouldn't like it on Cygnus Alpha.
The shape moved, and Vila could see the shine of eye whites. Softly, Avon said, "Well, if you're going to do it, do it, Vila."
Vila dropped the knife and stood unmoving as Avon slipped out of bed and picked it up. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you now," Avon said casually.
Vila cleared his throat. "You might need me someday."
"Mmm... just barely possible." Avon dropped the knife to the floor. "Remember, you owe me one." He got back in bed, turned to face the wall and pulled the blanket over his head.
Vila picked up the knife and went back to his own bed, shivering.
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Date: 2007-03-09 07:04 am (UTC)I think the piece of paper Avon had was an offer from Riker. It fits with the ep so well.
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Date: 2007-03-09 01:52 pm (UTC)I very much doubt the paper was an offer from Raiker. It'd be so much easier and safer (because the captain might complain) to simply order Avon away from the others for whatever reason, and discuss it with him in private. The paper *could* have been some sort of schematics or other info that Raiker thought Avon needed in order to do the job, though. The way he looked at it seemed to me more the way you look at a diagram than words- his eyes didn't track across it.
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