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badly_knittedTitle: Starless Nights
Fandom: The Fantastic Journey
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Varian, Scott, Willaway, Fred.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 487: Stars at
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drabble_zone.Setting: After the series.
Summary: Night on the island is different from anything the travellers have ever seen.
Disclaimer: I don’t own The Fantastic Journey, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
A/N: Triple drabble.
The night is hot and still, not a breath of breeze stirring the grass on the hillside as the travellers lie on their bedrolls, staring up at a sky that’s clear of clouds. Tired though they all are after a long day of walking, it’s proving too hot to sleep. Still, being off their feet is good. For once, they’ve even dared to take their shoes off instead of bedding down fully dressed as they usually do.
They don’t have a fire tonight, there’s nothing around they could use as fuel, and anyway, they don’t need it. Fires are for cooler nights than this, or for zones where there might be danger, or for cooking food, but they didn’t even need to do that tonight. The supplies they were given in the previous zone don’t need cooking, saving them time and effort, something they’re all grateful for.
“I miss the stars,” Varian muses quietly, flat on his back, hands folded behind his curly head. The only time he’s seen stars recently was when he’d inadvertently walked into that tree branch and all but knocked himself out. Not his finest moment.
“Yeah,” Scott replies. “And the moon.”
Neither stars nor moon exist here, perhaps because the island is somehow out of step with the rest of reality. The only light comes from a sort of shimmery aurora overhead, vaguely reminiscent of the Northern Lights.
“The night sky is still beautiful in its own way,” Willaway points out. “I suppose, when we get back to our own times, we’ll find ourselves missing this. It’s so peaceful.”
“Yeah, partner. Don’t get peace and quiet like this back where I live.” Fred turns onto his side. “Think we’ll remember all this when we’re back home, livin’ our lives?”
Varian smiles. “I certainly hope so.”
The End
They don’t have a fire tonight, there’s nothing around they could use as fuel, and anyway, they don’t need it. Fires are for cooler nights than this, or for zones where there might be danger, or for cooking food, but they didn’t even need to do that tonight. The supplies they were given in the previous zone don’t need cooking, saving them time and effort, something they’re all grateful for.
“I miss the stars,” Varian muses quietly, flat on his back, hands folded behind his curly head. The only time he’s seen stars recently was when he’d inadvertently walked into that tree branch and all but knocked himself out. Not his finest moment.
“Yeah,” Scott replies. “And the moon.”
Neither stars nor moon exist here, perhaps because the island is somehow out of step with the rest of reality. The only light comes from a sort of shimmery aurora overhead, vaguely reminiscent of the Northern Lights.
“The night sky is still beautiful in its own way,” Willaway points out. “I suppose, when we get back to our own times, we’ll find ourselves missing this. It’s so peaceful.”
“Yeah, partner. Don’t get peace and quiet like this back where I live.” Fred turns onto his side. “Think we’ll remember all this when we’re back home, livin’ our lives?”
Varian smiles. “I certainly hope so.”
The End
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Date: 2026-02-02 11:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2026-02-02 11:11 pm (UTC)Thank you!