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badly_knittedTitle: Resting Place
Fandom: The Fantastic Journey
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Willaway, Varian, Liana, Fred.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 494: Rest at
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drabble_zone.Setting: After the series.
Summary: The travellers are tired and hot from walking, so perhaps they should find a good place to stop.
Disclaimer: I don’t own The Fantastic Journey, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Willaway had journeyed great distances in his life, tens of thousands of miles travelling to scientific conferences around the world. Tediously long flights on commercial aircraft, slightly less tedious flights when he’d been the one at the controls of his own small plane; he’d never regretted getting his pilot’s licence. But this journey was the longest he’d ever been on, and the method of travel was not one he would have chosen. The endless walking was exhausting, and he wasn’t the only one feeling the strain.
Not that anyone was pushing the pace, except on those occasions when they found themselves running for their lives. Mostly they ambled along, knowing better than to rush, but the hours and miles were mounting up, leading to sore feet, and aching legs, and still they kept on, day, after day, after day…
How long had they been trudging across this bleak landscape of stony grassland? It felt like forever, and yet they’d only passed through the gateway into the zone this morning.
“Would anyone mind if we stopped for a rest?”
Varian paused mid-step, then pointed. “Down there looks like a good place to stop.”
Willaway would have preferred to sit down right where he was, but he gamely plodded on behind the others, and was glad that he had, because at the bottom of the slope was a rippling stream. He wasted no time in dumping his backpack on the ground, pulling off boots and socks, and plunging tired feet into the cold, clear water. The others soon joined him.
“Shouldn’t we have filled our canteens first?” Liana asked.
Fred laughed. “Yeah, probably.”
“We can fill them later, upstream,” Varian said, stretching out on his back, feet in the water.
Tomorrow they’d travel onwards; until then, they’d enjoy a badly needed rest.
The End
Not that anyone was pushing the pace, except on those occasions when they found themselves running for their lives. Mostly they ambled along, knowing better than to rush, but the hours and miles were mounting up, leading to sore feet, and aching legs, and still they kept on, day, after day, after day…
How long had they been trudging across this bleak landscape of stony grassland? It felt like forever, and yet they’d only passed through the gateway into the zone this morning.
“Would anyone mind if we stopped for a rest?”
Varian paused mid-step, then pointed. “Down there looks like a good place to stop.”
Willaway would have preferred to sit down right where he was, but he gamely plodded on behind the others, and was glad that he had, because at the bottom of the slope was a rippling stream. He wasted no time in dumping his backpack on the ground, pulling off boots and socks, and plunging tired feet into the cold, clear water. The others soon joined him.
“Shouldn’t we have filled our canteens first?” Liana asked.
Fred laughed. “Yeah, probably.”
“We can fill them later, upstream,” Varian said, stretching out on his back, feet in the water.
Tomorrow they’d travel onwards; until then, they’d enjoy a badly needed rest.
The End
