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Catching up on some older prompts now that I'm in between books.
1. EvS on Sakhalin
Prompt: EvS, that last night on Sakhalin between when Biggles first speaks to him and his escape the next day.
Posted on Tumblr here.
Most evenings, Erich swallowed his meager ration without tasting it (a small mercy, as it usually consisted of a scoop of lukewarm and tasteless fish soup with another piece of hard bread) and collapsed on the scattered straw that was the closest thing to a bed in the cell he shared with five other men. He would curl into a pained ball, huddling against the cold and trying to ignore his aches from the day's labor, and attempt to sleep. There was no reason to keep going; he could not even say exactly why he did, except that it was pure, stubborn habit.
But tonight he lay awake despite his exhaustion, so intent on his thoughts that he hardly noticed the cold or the aches, the groans and cries of other men in nearby cells, or any of the rest of it.
Bigglesworth was here.
Fritz was here.
He did not yet understand any part of this. As usual in dealing with Bigglesworth, it seemed as if there were some pieces of this plot that continued to elude him. Bigglesworth could not be here simply for him; his mind shied away from it. But one thing he did know for sure. If Bigglesworth had a plan, and if that plan involved Erich escaping one way or another, it would work.
All that Erich needed to do was not be the weak link holding him back.
For the first time since he could remember, he felt something so unfamiliar that it took him a long time to realize that the feeling was hope.
2. EvS & Algy (Biggles/EvS implied)
Prompt: Set post defection in London. A misunderstanding leads to Biggles being told that Erich is cheating on him. After some angst and h/c, their relationship is even stronger.
This went in a Direction. Also posted on Tumblr.
Erich caught himself humming softly, a song from his youth, as he did the morning washing-up in the tiny kitchen of his top-floor flat. Sun streamed through the window. Tonight he would have dinner with Bigglesworth, who he had not seen for a few days. The feeling of contentment was still an unfamiliar companion, but he felt as if he could grow used to it.
Contentment shattered into a million pieces at a hard knock on the door. Erich dropped the flannel, took a few fast steps to his desk, reached into a drawer, and slipped his automatic into his pocket.
"It's me," snapped Algy Lacey's voice through the door. "I know you're in there. And you'd better be alone."
Erich sighed. It was tempting to ignore him, but he supposed whatever was happening, best to hear about it now rather than have it spoil his dinner date. He unlocked the door.
"I'm going to ask this politely, believe it or not," Lacey announced, striding into the room.
"Good morning," Erich said mildly. "Come in, why don't you."
"No, actually." Lacey put his hand over his mouth as his brisk walk was interrupted by the wall. He turned to walk the other way. Erich was tempted to find out if he would walk right back into the hall, but shut the door instead, and derived some small entertainment from Lacey pulling up short in the same way. "Actually, I have no idea how to ask it at all."
"We could try French, German, or Russian, if English simply isn't cutting it."
"Do not make light of this, you --" Lacey stopped, getting himself under control. "Okay, I'm just going to say it. Are you seeing someone? Someone else, I mean," he got out through clenched teeth.
"What?" Erich said.
"Did your hearing stop working along with your good sense and ability to make discerning employment choices?"
Erich was used to Lacey by now, well enough to ignore this and cut through to the fundamental question. "Seeing someone -- in what sense?"
"What sense do you think?" Lacey forced out. "Don't make me say it."
Erich became aware that one hand was in his pocket on the gun and the other was holding a spatula, which he went and placed back in the soapy water. "And what brought this accusation on?" he inquired calmly.
"Biggles apparently thinks you are."
Erich whirled around. "He what?"
"Oh, he won't admit it, and if anyone asks, he'll defend you to the rafters like always. But in the meantime, the rest of us have to deal with the moping, and sighing, and staring forlornly out the window --"
"Good God," Erich said, reaching for his coat. "I must see him at once."
"No wait, I came here for an answer, not --"
"Did you bring a car?"
"Well, yes, it's downstairs, but -- unhand me immediately," Lacey snapped as Erich shouldered him aside and headed for the door. "I expect you want me to drive you too? A simple yes or no would have done," he complained, as he followed Erich out the door.
1. EvS on Sakhalin
Prompt: EvS, that last night on Sakhalin between when Biggles first speaks to him and his escape the next day.
Posted on Tumblr here.
Most evenings, Erich swallowed his meager ration without tasting it (a small mercy, as it usually consisted of a scoop of lukewarm and tasteless fish soup with another piece of hard bread) and collapsed on the scattered straw that was the closest thing to a bed in the cell he shared with five other men. He would curl into a pained ball, huddling against the cold and trying to ignore his aches from the day's labor, and attempt to sleep. There was no reason to keep going; he could not even say exactly why he did, except that it was pure, stubborn habit.
But tonight he lay awake despite his exhaustion, so intent on his thoughts that he hardly noticed the cold or the aches, the groans and cries of other men in nearby cells, or any of the rest of it.
Bigglesworth was here.
Fritz was here.
He did not yet understand any part of this. As usual in dealing with Bigglesworth, it seemed as if there were some pieces of this plot that continued to elude him. Bigglesworth could not be here simply for him; his mind shied away from it. But one thing he did know for sure. If Bigglesworth had a plan, and if that plan involved Erich escaping one way or another, it would work.
All that Erich needed to do was not be the weak link holding him back.
For the first time since he could remember, he felt something so unfamiliar that it took him a long time to realize that the feeling was hope.
2. EvS & Algy (Biggles/EvS implied)
Prompt: Set post defection in London. A misunderstanding leads to Biggles being told that Erich is cheating on him. After some angst and h/c, their relationship is even stronger.
This went in a Direction. Also posted on Tumblr.
Erich caught himself humming softly, a song from his youth, as he did the morning washing-up in the tiny kitchen of his top-floor flat. Sun streamed through the window. Tonight he would have dinner with Bigglesworth, who he had not seen for a few days. The feeling of contentment was still an unfamiliar companion, but he felt as if he could grow used to it.
Contentment shattered into a million pieces at a hard knock on the door. Erich dropped the flannel, took a few fast steps to his desk, reached into a drawer, and slipped his automatic into his pocket.
"It's me," snapped Algy Lacey's voice through the door. "I know you're in there. And you'd better be alone."
Erich sighed. It was tempting to ignore him, but he supposed whatever was happening, best to hear about it now rather than have it spoil his dinner date. He unlocked the door.
"I'm going to ask this politely, believe it or not," Lacey announced, striding into the room.
"Good morning," Erich said mildly. "Come in, why don't you."
"No, actually." Lacey put his hand over his mouth as his brisk walk was interrupted by the wall. He turned to walk the other way. Erich was tempted to find out if he would walk right back into the hall, but shut the door instead, and derived some small entertainment from Lacey pulling up short in the same way. "Actually, I have no idea how to ask it at all."
"We could try French, German, or Russian, if English simply isn't cutting it."
"Do not make light of this, you --" Lacey stopped, getting himself under control. "Okay, I'm just going to say it. Are you seeing someone? Someone else, I mean," he got out through clenched teeth.
"What?" Erich said.
"Did your hearing stop working along with your good sense and ability to make discerning employment choices?"
Erich was used to Lacey by now, well enough to ignore this and cut through to the fundamental question. "Seeing someone -- in what sense?"
"What sense do you think?" Lacey forced out. "Don't make me say it."
Erich became aware that one hand was in his pocket on the gun and the other was holding a spatula, which he went and placed back in the soapy water. "And what brought this accusation on?" he inquired calmly.
"Biggles apparently thinks you are."
Erich whirled around. "He what?"
"Oh, he won't admit it, and if anyone asks, he'll defend you to the rafters like always. But in the meantime, the rest of us have to deal with the moping, and sighing, and staring forlornly out the window --"
"Good God," Erich said, reaching for his coat. "I must see him at once."
"No wait, I came here for an answer, not --"
"Did you bring a car?"
"Well, yes, it's downstairs, but -- unhand me immediately," Lacey snapped as Erich shouldered him aside and headed for the door. "I expect you want me to drive you too? A simple yes or no would have done," he complained, as he followed Erich out the door.
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♥♥♥ This is adorable and I love it