Sentinel
fan fiction by Vyola
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words. These were a response to a challenge on SENAD to create drabbles based on episodes. The poem at the end was a drabble wannabe that insisted on becoming a prose poem.

Master Plan -- based on 'The Rig'

Ok, I *was* checking him out.

Don't tell me he didn't want me to look -- talking the whole time and using just one towel! Walking over and standing so close, invading my space.

'Beef stick'. I wish I'd had the nerve to say it. It could have led to some interesting ... conversation.

But I'll get him in the end. Time's on my side and as they say, 'familiarity breeds consent.' A little oil on his wrists here, a hand on his back there. Eventually he'll think it's all his idea.

And maybe he'll forget about those damn rules!

Heat -- based on 'Light My Fire'
A slightly depressing drabble.

He was here just a minute ago....

I made him laugh and smile for a little. My hand was on his shoulder and he felt so safe and warm as we teased each other.

Now all I can do is stand here helplessly, watching the flames consume the warehouse.

Was I complaining about the cold? I wish I was cold again. All I can feel is the blaze.

I can't look away. He's in there. I should have gone with him. My place is at his side.

Come back to me, come back! There's still so much left to say.....

Mixed Doubles -- based on 'Light My Fire'
Not as depressing as my last drabble based on 'Light My Fire', but much nastier in it's own little way.

Imagine my surprise.

'Sam and I know each other socially.'

Yeah, I just bet you do.

I saw the way she looked at you, heard what she said as you left.

She wants you back.

And you, walking down the hall, practically bouncing off the walls. The mating habits of lions, my ass. You push my buttons without even trying.

And that little demonstration, with her hair up and her flirty digs at you...you're just eating it up.

Go ahead. See if I care.

Maybe I'll give Deb a call tonight.

That'd teach you. Two can play this game.

Guidance -- a Sentinel Poem

Night falls and darkness reigns,
Yet he still sees clearly.

A hush lies upon the world,
Yet he hears the whispers carried on the wind.

A taste, a touch, a scent so fleeting,
Speaking volumes in an instant.

So many rivals clamoring for his attention....
A din, a madness courting his mind.

A hand reaches out,
A voice compelling....

"Trust in me, let my words guide you."

Peace from confusion, order from chaos....
Love from loneliness.


18 February 1997

weeds
DISCLAIMER
The Sentinel and all related characters and concepts are the property of Pet Fly Productions. No infringement is intended.
garden gate
- what's new
- back to sentinel fic
Petals & Pixels
contact ladyvyola@yahoo.com about this story