I don't normally post excerpts from things I'm working on, but I was REALLY proud of this paragraph, so I thought I'd post it here. It's from chapter 5 of my AAR/SGA crossover.
Thankfully, William didn't bring it up until they were safely inside Nick's room.
"So...." he said, playing with his Jell-o (blue again). "I see that you and Ritter are getting along better."
"Yeah," Nick said. "He saved my life." And that was, as far as he could tell, the reason that things had changed. From that moment on, they'd been... not friends, exactly. Something that was similar to friends, but deeper and stranger and less certain all at the same time. Nick couldn't find a word for it, no matter how hard he tried.
"He saved your life?"
Nick nodded. "I was almost hit by a Wraith stunner. The Wraith who fired it was only a few feet away. If Tyson hadn't pushed me out of the way and killed the Wraith..." Nick trailed off, memories flooding his mind: the Wraith's sharp teeth, their green skin, the way one of them had killed the Athosian so efforlessly...
"Are you okay?" William looked concerned.
"Yeah," Nick said. "I'm fine. Just tired." He faked a yawn, which turned into a real yawn halfway through, and suddenly his tiredness caught up with him.
"I'll let you get some sleep, then." William picked up his tray and smiled. "Good luck with Ritter."
"Thanks," Nick replied. He looked at his clock. The next briefing was at 7 a.m. Thirteen whole hours away...
As soon as William was out of the room, Nick pulled off his boots and his vest, crawled under the covers, and fell into an uneasy sleep, disturbed only by the occasional phantom-image of a clawed hand embedded in Tyson's chest, draining the beauty from his no-longer perfect face.
It took me about forty minutes and a lot of thesaurus work to write that. xD
In other news, my mother promised to let me sign up with a modeling agency as soon as I can pay for it myself! \o/
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