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[#024] A MILLION POSSIBILITIES (TORCHWOOD)
Theme Prompt: #024 - Space
Title: A million possibilities
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG (pre-canon)
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Javic has left behind everything he knows in order to start a new chapter in his life.
Javic was shown to a small room with two bunks.
'The commissary for cadets is open until twenty zero hours, and lights out at twenty one zero hours,' the man who'd shown him in told him.
He nodded his understanding and was left alone to get settled in. He dropped his small pack on the lower of the two bunks and wandered over to the tiny porthole window at the far end of the tiny room. He pressed his hands against the cool glass and peered out in awe at the deep expanse of black. He was on a ship in space. He could hardly believe it. The last few hours, being inducted into the Time Agency, had been a whirlwind of excitement and nervousness. Now that he was alone he could finally start to process the jumble of emotions in his head.
'Hello there,' came a deep voice from behind him. Javic turned to see a boy slightly old than him, standing in the doorway. He was tall and gangly, with short dark hair and a face covered in a mixture of acne pockmarks and freckles. He wore a slightly faded black cadet's jumpsuit uniform. Javic's own was still neatly folded on the bunk. He hadn't had a chance to change out of his white tunic which he'd donned this morning before leaving home for the last time. He suddenly felt very out of place, dressed as he was.
'Hello.'
'You're the new cadet?' he asked, climbing up onto the top bunk. 'I'm Afron. What's your name?'
'Javic Thane,' he replied before turning back to the porthole. There'd be time for introductions later. Right now he just wanted to drink in the idea that they were actually floating out in space.
Afron pulled a book out from under his pillow and propped it open, lying on his stomach. 'Where are you from, kid?'
Javic bristled the being called a kid. He wasn't a kid. He wanted to say he was the oldest one in school, nearly sixteen, before realising that it would only underscore just how small the place was that he'd come from. It had seemed plenty big enough when he'd been there, but now he was surrounded by this huge ship and all the strangers that filled its hallways going about their business. He'd never been anywhere where he didn't know everybody by name. They'd been a few thousand people, but they were like one big family, with everybody looking out for everybody else. They'd had to. The colony was on its own, unable to expect defence from the wider world around them. They'd chosen this life for themselves, away from the cramped metropolises and human swarm. Javic of course didn't even know what that was like. He'd been too small to remember any of it, and his brother was just a babe in arms when his parents had made the decision to leave and start a new life.
'Boeshane,' he replied.
Afron idly flipped a page in his book. 'Where's that?'
Where? It was just Boeshane. Javic tried to think of a way to describe its location. He wasn't sure if the planet even had a name. They lived on the peninsula. On one side there was an endless blue ocean and on the other side desert dunes that stretched on for a hundred clicks or more. Geography beyond that was irrelevant. Everyone lived on Boeshane. There wasn't anything else.
'So, you're Thane from Boeshane?' Afron asked when he didn't reply. He looked up from his book. 'You're a Terra kid.'
Javic frowned at the word. 'Terra?'
'I just mean you come from a planet somewhere. You've got dirt under your boots. Not like most of us. I've lived in space my whole life. Dirt is something they only have in the hydroponics labs.'
Javic blinked at the admission. 'You've never seen the ocean?'
Afron shrugged. 'I've seen it on virtual holograms. I don't know what all the fuss is about. It's just a load of water.'
Javic was stunned. He loved the ocean. They went down to the beach almost every day. He loved the roaring sound of the waves crashing loudly on the shore, the wind whipping sand in his hair and leaving a crust of salty tang on his face. Sometimes they went and fished with rods he and his brother had fashioned from string and bits of bracken wood. Other times, they wandered along collecting shells or fragments of sea glass. The best was when they had their annual kite race, spending whole moon cycles on their sand skimmer, getting the sail just the right shape to catch the breeze and hopefully beat everyone else as they zoomed along the shore. He couldn't imagine growing up without any of that.
He peered back out through the porthole.
'I bet you've never seen that many stars, huh? It's pretty impressive, I guess, if you're a Terra.'
Javic had seen plenty of stars. On his last night in Boeshane, he and his mum had camped out, making a fire and toasting sweetbreads over the flames. As he lay back on the warm sand looking up at the night sky, he lost count of all the stars.
'How many stars do you think are up there?' he asked.
He felt his mum's hand slip into his as she lay next to him. 'As many as there are grains of sand.'
'I wish you could come with me,' he said.
'Me too,' she said. 'But I'll be thinking of you.' She pointed up at the constellation of the four warriors. 'Whenever you look up at the sky and see them, you can know that I'm looking at them too, and that they're looking out for us both.'
Javic strained to make sense of the stars through the porthole. There were millions of them, but not a single familiar constellation in all of that deep black. As many stars as there are grains of sand, he remembered.
Title: A million possibilities
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG (pre-canon)
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Javic has left behind everything he knows in order to start a new chapter in his life.
Javic was shown to a small room with two bunks.
'The commissary for cadets is open until twenty zero hours, and lights out at twenty one zero hours,' the man who'd shown him in told him.
He nodded his understanding and was left alone to get settled in. He dropped his small pack on the lower of the two bunks and wandered over to the tiny porthole window at the far end of the tiny room. He pressed his hands against the cool glass and peered out in awe at the deep expanse of black. He was on a ship in space. He could hardly believe it. The last few hours, being inducted into the Time Agency, had been a whirlwind of excitement and nervousness. Now that he was alone he could finally start to process the jumble of emotions in his head.
'Hello there,' came a deep voice from behind him. Javic turned to see a boy slightly old than him, standing in the doorway. He was tall and gangly, with short dark hair and a face covered in a mixture of acne pockmarks and freckles. He wore a slightly faded black cadet's jumpsuit uniform. Javic's own was still neatly folded on the bunk. He hadn't had a chance to change out of his white tunic which he'd donned this morning before leaving home for the last time. He suddenly felt very out of place, dressed as he was.
'Hello.'
'You're the new cadet?' he asked, climbing up onto the top bunk. 'I'm Afron. What's your name?'
'Javic Thane,' he replied before turning back to the porthole. There'd be time for introductions later. Right now he just wanted to drink in the idea that they were actually floating out in space.
Afron pulled a book out from under his pillow and propped it open, lying on his stomach. 'Where are you from, kid?'
Javic bristled the being called a kid. He wasn't a kid. He wanted to say he was the oldest one in school, nearly sixteen, before realising that it would only underscore just how small the place was that he'd come from. It had seemed plenty big enough when he'd been there, but now he was surrounded by this huge ship and all the strangers that filled its hallways going about their business. He'd never been anywhere where he didn't know everybody by name. They'd been a few thousand people, but they were like one big family, with everybody looking out for everybody else. They'd had to. The colony was on its own, unable to expect defence from the wider world around them. They'd chosen this life for themselves, away from the cramped metropolises and human swarm. Javic of course didn't even know what that was like. He'd been too small to remember any of it, and his brother was just a babe in arms when his parents had made the decision to leave and start a new life.
'Boeshane,' he replied.
Afron idly flipped a page in his book. 'Where's that?'
Where? It was just Boeshane. Javic tried to think of a way to describe its location. He wasn't sure if the planet even had a name. They lived on the peninsula. On one side there was an endless blue ocean and on the other side desert dunes that stretched on for a hundred clicks or more. Geography beyond that was irrelevant. Everyone lived on Boeshane. There wasn't anything else.
'So, you're Thane from Boeshane?' Afron asked when he didn't reply. He looked up from his book. 'You're a Terra kid.'
Javic frowned at the word. 'Terra?'
'I just mean you come from a planet somewhere. You've got dirt under your boots. Not like most of us. I've lived in space my whole life. Dirt is something they only have in the hydroponics labs.'
Javic blinked at the admission. 'You've never seen the ocean?'
Afron shrugged. 'I've seen it on virtual holograms. I don't know what all the fuss is about. It's just a load of water.'
Javic was stunned. He loved the ocean. They went down to the beach almost every day. He loved the roaring sound of the waves crashing loudly on the shore, the wind whipping sand in his hair and leaving a crust of salty tang on his face. Sometimes they went and fished with rods he and his brother had fashioned from string and bits of bracken wood. Other times, they wandered along collecting shells or fragments of sea glass. The best was when they had their annual kite race, spending whole moon cycles on their sand skimmer, getting the sail just the right shape to catch the breeze and hopefully beat everyone else as they zoomed along the shore. He couldn't imagine growing up without any of that.
He peered back out through the porthole.
'I bet you've never seen that many stars, huh? It's pretty impressive, I guess, if you're a Terra.'
Javic had seen plenty of stars. On his last night in Boeshane, he and his mum had camped out, making a fire and toasting sweetbreads over the flames. As he lay back on the warm sand looking up at the night sky, he lost count of all the stars.
'How many stars do you think are up there?' he asked.
He felt his mum's hand slip into his as she lay next to him. 'As many as there are grains of sand.'
'I wish you could come with me,' he said.
'Me too,' she said. 'But I'll be thinking of you.' She pointed up at the constellation of the four warriors. 'Whenever you look up at the sky and see them, you can know that I'm looking at them too, and that they're looking out for us both.'
Javic strained to make sense of the stars through the porthole. There were millions of them, but not a single familiar constellation in all of that deep black. As many stars as there are grains of sand, he remembered.
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He felt his mum's hand slip into his as she lay next to him.
Because sometimes we all need to hold our mom's hand. And sometimes our mom needs to hold ours.
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