This is my entry for the Fanfic Olympics Drabble Race. Fandoms: Dark Matter, Dark Matter / Stargate: Atlantis, Dollhouse, Final Fantasy (VIII and Dissidia), Psych / White Collar Drabble Count: 35 Index Dark Matter (below) - Episode Eleven (Blood, Child, Save, Regard, Dislike), Episode Six (Farm, Pasture), Post-Episode Thirteen (Detention, Pain) Dark Matter - Episode Twelve (Anomaly); Final Fantasy VIII (Witch) Dark Matter / Stargate: Atlantis (Lost, Double); Final Fantasy Dissidia (Travel, Team, Magic, Tail, Delicate) Dark Matter / Stargate: Atlantis (Vengeance, Hidden, Control) Dark Matter - Post Season One AU (Space, Broken, Scandal, Consume, Luggage, Survival, Test) Psych / White Collar (Insanity, Warden, Respect, Adore, Father) Dollhouse (Deranged, Own) The below entries are from Dark Matter. They include spoilers for various episodes, including major spoilers for the last seconds of the season finale (season finale spoilers are behind spoiler tags). Episode Eleven Blood The taste of blood was thick on his tongue. Streaming from his nose into his mouth, One couldn’t wipe the blood away because his hands were bound to the chair behind his back. He truly didn’t know the answer to the question. But that didn’t matter. They would never believe him. He did his best to muster his focus despite the throbbing across his face. He wasn’t much of a fighter, but that’s because he was the smart one. If he couldn’t convince them he didn’t have the answer, he’d have to give them another reason to stop hitting him. Child Oh, gods. Not Five. They tied her to the chair across from him. Sometimes he would forget that she wasn’t an adult—she’d saved their hides with her gift for computers and technology so often he’d wondered how they'd gotten by before her arrival. On occasion, he’d even found himself envying the easy way she seemed to integrate with the crew, as though she belonged among mercenaries. This was not one of those times. Tears of terror streamed down Five's face and she looked at him desperately. She appeared every bit the child she was. He had to do something. Save Why was protecting Five up to him, anyway? The other three were the fighters. They had numbers, and weren’t even tied up. Yet they’d let the captors take Five. But what could he do? He couldn’t fight. His attempt to outsmart the captors is what led to Five being here in the first place. Still, his mind and his words were all he had. As he continued to talk, they stopped threatening to tear off Five’s fingers, and instead made even more indecent insinuations. Somehow, he'd continued to make things worse. An alarm from the bridge. Saved by the bell. Regard One regarded Five. It occurred to him that this was the first conversation they had shared, just the two of them. He wondered why. They had a lot in common—they were the only ones not part of the original crew. He was tempted to tell himself it was because she was just a kid. Yet she was clearly close to Two, and spent a lot of time with Six. Four had taken her under his wing to train her. He’d even seen her laughing and bantering with Three. The others had formed a relationship with Five, why hadn’t he? Dislike One had only ever paid much attention to two other crew members: Two and Three. He could admit it—he’d been taken with Two from the first time she beat him up for control of the ship. It was a confusing and complicated relationship, made all the more confusing and complicated when they started spending nights together. His feelings for Three were quite the opposite: he simply hated the man. He’d disliked and distrusted him from the start, but when he’d learned the truth, his blood boiled at the mere thought of sharing the same air as the soulless assassin. Episode Six Farm Five stared in the farmhouse mirror at the reflection of a young boy. It probably wasn’t healthy, to stay trapped in someone else’s memory for so long. But she didn’t care. Obviously, it wasn’t Two’s memory. Not unless she’d changed gender since childhood. Wasn’t Six, or Four, unless they’d managed to change race. That left One and Three. Oddly, the reflection didn’t look much like either of them. People changed with age, of course, but she couldn’t find any resemblance at all. Despite this, she was leaning toward One. Three wouldn’t be so… Three, if he’d had a happy childhood. Pasture She stayed here, in the happy farmhouse, because she’d seen too much. Everyone had such terrible memories in their heads, no wonder they were thieves and killers. Then she’d found an oasis. Loving parents, a warm home, fresh air, big pastures. “Have you heard the story of Narcissus?” Ma startled Five. “He fell in love with his own reflection.” “I’m not in love!” The words sounded far too defensive, Five realized even as she said them. Ma smiled at her. “I was only teasing, sweetheart. I just don’t remember you spending so much time in front of the mirror before.” Post-Episode Thirteen Spoiler: Detention (contains Season Finale spoilers) Detention The first person Five saw when she awoke was Two. She gasped and scrambled away. She still didn’t know if she could trust Two. She bumped into someone else. “Calm down, kid.” Five looked behind her to see Three. She was momentarily relieved. Not only was Five not alone with Two, it looked like Two could be trusted after all. She continued to look around the small room. One was there, and Four. No one else. Dread rose in her chest. “Where’s Six?” One shook his head sadly. “He’s dead?!” “No,” Two replied. “He’s not dead. Six is the traitor.” Spoiler: Pain (contains Season Finale spoilers) Pain “No!” Five cried. “He can’t be!” Six was her friend. The one she trusted more than anyone. He couldn’t be the traitor. The others looked at her with varying degrees of sympathy and pity. It didn’t take long for logic to overwhelm emotion. There was no reason for them to lie to her, and no other explanation for why Six was gone. He must be the traitor. Five felt a sudden sob rising in her throat as emotion once again pushed its way to the forefront. Even if he had to turn in the others, why hadn’t Six spared her?