Monday: Sun, Moon and Stars

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Hello All, I’m thesmallhobbit your host for this week and today's theme is Sun, Moon and Stars - so any celestial bodies, however you interpret them.

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
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No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, full moon
+ Robin Hood (BBC), Guy of Gisborne, looking at the night sky
+ Star Trek, Any/Any, visiting a new planet

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tag=sun, moon and stars

Comments

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard (+/any), new stars

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

He's always known, in a logical sense, that he was a ridiculous distance from home. But it was here, in his first moment of peace and quiet that it really struck him that he may never get home.

Sitting on the balcony off his quarters, legs hanging off the edge, staring out into the night sky... it was all so different. The stars. So different. No Ursa Major, or Usra Minor. No Mars. No ISS. Nothing familiar.

He leaned back on his elbows and swallowed hard, closing his eyes and exhaled slowly. Atlantis, he was sure, had her own maps of the constellations he could see, new stars he could learn. Nodding slowly, John made a mental note to check the database when he had chance.

But until then... he pushed himself to his feet, walking back in and laying flat on his bed, arms crossed behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. OK, so the materials and patterns were different but he could put a poster up and at least then he could look at something familiar.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Reign, Mary/Francis, by moonlight

[aivix.livejournal.com]

The Martian (any), Mark Watney (+/any), the color of sunlight

Fill! Gen or Ares 3some

[canonisrelative.livejournal.com]

None of us are feeling our best.

Oh, more fuss has been made about me, of course. Me — the Martian, the Space Pirate, Mr. Potato Head. I’m the poster boy for Why It’s Not A Good Idea For Humans To Stay In Space So Long, but the truth is that none of my people have been exactly light on their feet in these early days planetside, we’re all feeling the effects of 9.8 m/s2 so while it might look like they’re holding me up, I can tell you with reasonable certainty that the way we shuffled down the hall like a six-legged beast wasn’t just for my benefit.

One thing I remember about Johanssen from when we first met, eons ago now, was her hands. She was always on a computer and I was fucked if I ever knew what she was doing, so after awhile I’d zone out and just watch her spider-fingers spin their magic over the keyboard. She had really nice hands, long strong fingers with blunt nails. She’s got her arm around my waist and her fingers digging in to my hip and her nails are ragged now, quick-bitten, dried blood in the cuticles. And Beck, he was another one with nice hands to watch. Steadiest guy I ever saw and now he’s keeping the tremors at bay with a rhythmic tap-tap-tap of index-ring-middle, index-ring-middle, against my shoulder as he holds us steady.

Doors open and like magic it takes only a moment to pass through. I’ve mostly stopped panicking at the sight, sound, of an opening door while I stand there bare-headed and defenseless against whatever’s outside.

What’s outside, today, is the sun. The rising sun. A knife-slash along the horizon lets the sunlight spill, butter-thick, through the heavy clouds, the dry and greedy landscape soaking it up, the ugly sprawl of industrial buildings far as the eye can see are edged in molten gold, gilded imperfections that sing in praise of the soaring heights of man’s ingenuity.

I’m pretty sure Chris is weeping into my hair, and the gentle tremors of his body against mine are the soaring grace notes of this ridiculous melody. Johanssen’s head barely reaches my chin but the press of her cheek against my chest makes me conscious of the unsteady thump-thum-thump of my own heart, our very own faltering base line.

“I forgot how far away it looks,” Johanssen murmurs finally, wrapping both arms around me.

“I forgot how beautiful it is from down here,” Chris covers her hands with one of his, wraps the other around my wrist.

“I forgot what giant saps you both are,” I say, because what the hell else is a guy supposed to do when he’s drowning in emotion and the liquid light of his first earthbound sunrise in roughly a million years?

Doctor Bossy-Beck brings his hand up to rest over my jackrabbiting heart, counting beats, no doubt, to enter into his creepy snooping-on-Mark log later, and Beth steadies me with a palm against the small of my back, probably just to remind me of how she used to be able to bench-press my weight easy. I think about how tears act like lenses over the eyes, magnifying and distorting beauty and danger both, the eyes turning traitor to the brain, and so I keep my arms around the both of them, touch being more reliable than sight for the moment.

“I forgot how many colors there are,” I admit finally, as amber and saffron begin to give ground to their less dramatic compatriots and I can blink my eyes clear, “with an atmosphere that holds airborne particles and moisture to scatter the sunlight.”

The sun, oblivious to the revelations of three broken astronauts, slides into view then, warming our skin, solid and real and unstoppable with the promise of a repeat performance every 23 hours, 56 minutes, and 4.1 seconds.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate: SG1, any, walking on stars

Fill: Carolyn Lam

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Carolyn knew Janet Fraiser had gone off-world more than once, usually to assist a planet's natives with her expertise, or to provide medical assistance in support of a treaty. The last time Janet Fraiser had gone off world had been, well, her last. So the first time her father authorized SG-11 to take her through the Stargate or a simple walkabout mission - glad-hand the natives, hand out antihistamines and boxes of tissue - she was nervous. Irrationally nervous, she was sure, because it was a simple mission. But Janet Fraiser had been a soldier as well as a doctor, and she was better equipped to handle what could happen on the other side of the gate. Anything could happen on the other side of the gate. Dr. Balinsky, sulking in one of the far cots and temporarily a woman, was proof of that.

She listened very carefully as the Quartermaster explained everything that was in her tac vest, and she listened even more carefully as Sergeant Edwards, the member of SG-11 assigned to her personal security, explained the basic hand signals for silent communication and tactical advances on a space. Carolyn knew how to handle a firearm well enough, but she'd never been good at using one under pressure.

"Don't worry," Edwards said, smiling. She was a round-cheeked, blue-eyed, pretty woman with a kind smile and glasses. "I've got your back. And hey, this planet is all human."

"All human?" Carolyn echoed.

"We were on an Unas planet overseeing a mine operation for forever," Edwards said, rolling her eyes. "The marines taught the Unas how to play football. Got tackled a few times. It's only thanks to your medical team's expertise that I'm still here." She nodded to the door. "Let's go."

Carolyn assembled with the rest of SG-11 at the bottom of the ramp in the gate room, and her heart pounded in her ears.

She heard he father give the go-ahead, and then it took all she had to force her feet to move, to keep pace with Edwards, who was striding up the gate like it was perfectly normal to get disassembled and shot across the galaxy.

At Stargate Command, it was.

They emerged on the other side in the middle of the night, with four shining moons overhead. It was perfectly, utterly quiet, no city sounds, no cars, no sirens, no music, no televisions. Just the wind rustling through the trees, and somewhere distant the sound of running water.

And the stars. Carolyn tipped her head back and stared. She was a city girl at heart, had followed her father from base to base all her life, had never had the chance to be somewhere without light pollution. Without air pollution. It was like there was no barrier between the planet and the sky.

Just...stars.

It was like she was walking among the stars. And in a sense, she was. Somewhere up in that sky was the Sun, the one that warmed Earth. She was standing on a planet that traveled around one of the stars she'd looked up at from Earth.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Edwards asked. She reached into her pocket, drew out one of those cheap little disposable cameras that still used film, aimed it at the sky, and took a shot.

Carolyn blinked at her.

Edwards shrugged. "I take a picture of the night sky on any new planet if I get the chance. Now come on - let's help some natives with their hay fever."

And on they walked.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Any, any(+/any), celestial mechanics

Fill: Stargate Multiverse Star Wars AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“What do you know about celestial mechanics?” Rodney asked. He was perched on the edge of a chair and scrolling through the contents of a datapad.

“Pretty much what everyone knows,” Jeannie said. She was sitting opposite him, deactivated lightsaber on her lap while John fiddled with her little training ball that shot lasers.

“Most people know barely anything about the motions of the stars and planets.” Rodney cast a significant look at Ronon as he said this.

Ronon was challenging Evan to a game of holo chess. He had one elbow on the chess table and was resting his cheek on his fist, and he looked supremely bored.

“I wouldn’t make that move if I were you,” Evan said.

Ronon moved his piece.

Evan swept a piece across the board with a flick of his finger, and it devoured Ronon’s piece.

Ronon growled.

“I’d let him win if I were you.” John glanced up briefly, then resumed poking at the training ball with his knife, which he was using as a screwdriver.

“If you don’t want to lose, don’t make tactical errors,” Evan said tartly.

Ronon bared his teeth.

“He gets upset when he loses,” John said.

Evan eyed Ronon, sighed, and sat back. Ronon made his move. Evan placed one of his pieces in a spot that was ripe for the taking.

“No one cares if you upset a droid.” Evan crossed his arms over his chest and wore his most with all due respect, sir expression.

“That’s because droids don’t tear your arms out of their sockets,” Daniel said. He was sitting on the floor beside Teyla, who was meditating.

“Mistress Jeannie,” Evan said, “you’re very talented at droid repair. If you could reprogram me, just a little bit -”

“I know enough about celestial mechanics just fine,” Jeannie said. “I understand gravity and black holes and hyperspace. And I’m starting to understand The Force, which is -”

“Strengthened by practice, not toys.” Teyla rose up smoothly, with a dancer’s grace, and drew her two lightsabers. She flicked them on, powered them down so they were the length of bantos rods, and slid into a martial arts stance. “Prepare yourself, Jeannie.”

Jeannie hopped up, switched on her lightsaber. “All right, let’s do this.”

“But I almost got this,” John protested. He held out the ball. It lit up. And promptly zapped him. He yelped and dropped it.

Rodney turned off his datapad and tucked it away with a sigh. “Give me that. Watching you fumble with that thing pains me.” He scooped up the training ball.

“You know,” Ronon said, and everyone started at the sound of his voice, “John fixed the Puddle Jumper himself. He’s smarter than his hair makes you think.”

Rodney flicked a glance at John’s hair, and his face, and his curiously pointy ears, and the very alluring lines of his thigh holster, and swallowed hard. “Yes, well, he’s the one who got himself zapped. Give me your screwdriver.” He looked nonplussed when John held out his knife.

Rodney sighed again. “Does anyone -?”

Evan held out a screwdriver.

Rodney stared. “Did you just pull that out of your -?”

“Leg, yes. Standard protocol, for a droid the carry the tools for minor self-repairs.” Evan sighed mournfully and made another suicidal chess move.

Ronon grinned and swept one of his pieces across the board to devour one of Evan’s.

Daniel pressed the button on his chest and fired up the Death Star schematics again and stared at them. It was going to be a long, long flight.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Any, Any/Any,

Blue moon of Kentucky
Keep on shining.
Shine on the one that's gone
And left me blue.

No fill...

[squidgiepdx]

...but I'm trying to decide if I want to write this as Stargate Atlantis (Sheppard/McKay) or Grimm (Nick/Monroe).

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Any Scifi, Any Astrophysicist + Any, "First of all, it's clearly a White Dwarf and not a Neutron Star and secondly..."

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Any, Any+/Any, There is always someone immature enough to make a "Uranus" joke.

Fill: SGA/Numb3rs/Thoughtcrimes

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth knew that staff meetings weren't the most entertaining, and she knew more than one person had games they played to keep the meetings entertaining. Not just Spider Solitaire on their laptops. The marines played Random Phrase Bingo, trying to work bizarre phrases into their questions or answers or comments, like 'blueberry muffin' or 'rainbow connection'. She wasn't sure who picked the terms or what the prize was, but it at least kept people on their toes. Someone else had instituted seating chart Battleship for the big briefings with a lot of people, and Elizabeth had nearly lost it the first time Grodin raised his hand and said, "You sank my Battleship, Doctor, and sending the MALP through every time we go to a planet is obviously pointless. Just look at SG-1."

This was a smaller meeting for department heads and their seconds. Amita was present because her translation services were needed for Zelenka, who had a good command of English but sometimes needed help with technical terms outside his field of expertise.

John had a poker face non-pareil, and Elizabeth swore she'd never play cards against him, because he was evil. She had no idea what kind of games he and Amita could get up to with Amita's telepathy, but Amita had a hard time keeping a straight face for most meetings while John looked professional and attentive.

Zelenka was lecturing about some planetary system he wanted to send a gate team to explore (and that he wanted to be on). Apparently the system was very similar to Earth's solar system, complete with the number of planets, type of planets, and orbits each one traveled.

"Does it have a Pluto?" one of the marines asked. "Seeing how it got demoted from a planet and all."

John suddenly yelped.

Everyone turned to look at him.

"Sorry," he said, glaring at Amita, and leaned down to rub his ankle.

She glared right back at him. "What are you, twelve?"

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. "Everything all right Colonel, Doctor?"

"Fine, ma'am," Amita said, smiling sweetly.

John pouted for a second before clearing his throat and straightening up, poising his pen to take notes some more (he was doodling puddle jumpers doing tricks with cartoon action lines behind them). "Fine, Elizabeth."

"Very good. Carry on, Zelenka," Elizabeth said. She had a fairly formidable poker face of her own.

After the meeting, Amita pounced on John and smacked him on the arm, hard.

"Seriously? Uranus jokes?"

"I didn't say it aloud," John protested.

"You thought it, you did it," Amita snapped.

John pointed to the marines as they filed out. "You know I wasn't the only one."

The marines hastily averted their gazes and walked faster, pretended they weren't seeing their commanding officer getting yelled at by a mathematician.

Elizabeth caught Amita's gaze, smiled, and left the conference room. Amita's eyes went wide, and John's expression turned smug.

"See? Not the only one." He scooped up his notepad and pen. "Now come on - there's something I want to try with the jumpers. You with me?"

"I'm with you." Amita sighed, resigned, and followed him. She smacked him one more time before they made it to the door.

"Will you stop hitting me?"

"Stop with the jokes!"

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Parks And Rec, Andy/April
Look at the skies,
They have stars in their eyes
On this lovely bella notte.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Watchmen, Jon Osterman(Dr. Manhattan), In one Timeline he watches the moon landing as a human and is awed.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Blue Remembered Earth – Alastair Reynolds, Sunday Akinya +/ Geoffrey Akinya,

So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog
of non-definitive acts

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Babylon 5, Lennier/Michael Garibaldi,

The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell.
Unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Star Trek: TNG, Jean-Luc Picard/Q,

The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the endless skies, my love

Micro-mini-fill

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

"You know, Q, The first time I saw you, I thought the sun rose in your eyes-" Jean-Luc practically purred.

Q held up a finger to interrupt Jean-Luc. "Technically the sun doesn't rise in my eyes, although it's a nice bit of poetry-"

Jean-Luc interrupted Q this time, with a harrumph and, "very well, Q, may I say that I feel as though you hung the moon and stars just for me, or is that too hyperbolic?"

"Well, hung may be the wrong adjective, and it wasn't just for you," Q began, enjoying the irritation in the Starfleet Captain's eyes, until Jean-Luc stood up from his reclining position on the bed, and pointed at the door.

"Out, Q. If you will insist on taking my attempts to be romantic literally, then you may leave. Find yourself a sofa upon which to spend the night. Or, better yet, make one appear out of thin air - away from me."

Q sniffed. "Well, if you're going to pout like that when I poke fun at your species' form of romantic terminology..."

"I am not POUTING!"

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Babylon 5, Londo Mollari/G’Kar,

My life
You electrify my life
Let's conspire to ignite
All the souls that would die just to feel alive

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Green Lantern (comics), Hal Jordan/Thaal Sinestro, A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Father Ted, ensemble, there's a meteor headed for Craggy Island and all the boats to-and-from the Mainland have stopped running

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Ted had tried to get them away as soon as he’d heard the news about the meteor, but so had the majority of the island’s population, most of whom seemed to have heard before him and by the time they’d made it to the beach all the boats had departed. Dougal didn’t seem too downhearted and appeared to be organising a massive beach party to welcome the meteor, whilst Mrs Doyle had found a kettle from somewhere and was making tea for all and sundry. Jack had disappeared a while ago, and Ted assumed he’d taken advantage of the abandoned off licence and decided to stock up. It wasn’t until he’d looked out to sea that he saw Jack on an inflatable lilo paddling furiously towards the mainland, towing a child’s blow up boat full of bottles behind him.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Mass Effect, any, Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people. Carl Sagan

Fill: Harbinger

[mancalledtrue.livejournal.com]

They are microbes.

This is a universe that has never stopped growing. Since our inception we have seen so many stars be born and die, and the worlds around them be born and die. There are more stars than there are sentient beings in this universe.

Organic life has existed in this universe for longer than their minds can comprehend. In comparison to the existence of life, the Protheans - what they deem "ancient" - were infants. A mere second on the clock of life... no, a millisecond. In those terms, they are not even a picosecond.

If you took all of the organic creatures in the universe and placed them in a single, infinite space, and then looked at it overhead, they would be a dot. Smaller than a pixel. With their own eyes they could not even see it.

And yet...

They have emerged from a single planet, a ball of carbon floating around a weak, sputtering star, microbes in an ocean, dust in a gas giant... and they have made themselves known.

Against these cosmic nothings, our plans have broken. Our servants slaughtered by the hundreds. Our creations destroyed.

These forgotten children of a splinter in a desolate corner of the universe... They killed Nazara.

Countless cycles have risen and fallen. Countless races emerged and forgotten.

Who would have thought it would be the humans who made us notice them?

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot Spencer +/any(ies), Danger gleams like sunshine to a brave man's eyes. Euripides

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (except Supernatural), any +/ any, (406):
we convinced you the moon was a planet...again

Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard, Evan Lorne, Elizabeth Weir. NASA.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

LETTERS Message System Application
Username: JPSheppard
Password: **********
Please select internal messaging system and click enter:
[ NASA ] [ JPL ] [ JSC ] [ KSC ] [ ATLANTIS]
[ENTER]

Chat: Evan Lorne (/AC/ATLANTIS)
SHEPPARD: Good morning, sunshine!
SHEPPARD: Come on, Lorne, time to rise and greet the day!
LORNE: Fuck you, sir.
SHEPPARD: Now, now, no need to sass me, young man.
LORNE: There's a need to sass. A powerful need.
SHEPPARD: Well, you're going to need to channel that sass into waking up.
LORNE: That's a tall order.
LORNE: I think I left my spine at the bar.
SHEPPARD: I knew I was forgetting to grab something after I poured you into Teyla's car last night.
LORNE: Did I do anything I should know about?
SHEPPARD: You mean like letting us convince you that the moon was a planet?
SHEPPARD: You know, again. And Laura got it on tape this time.
SHEPPARD: You should see what Chuck did with it, too. JPL is having viewings.
LORNE: [typing...]
SHEPPARD: Yes?
LORNE: When I get my revenge—and I will—I hope you will understand. Sir.
SHEPPARD: We'll see, Lorne.
SHEPPARD: Enjoy your hangover!

Chat: Elizabeth Weir (/Director)
SHEPPARD: Remember when our parents grounded us for an entire summer?
WEIR: Haven't we talked about starting prank wars, John? Extensively?
SHEPPARD: It's amazing that I can mention something from childhood
SHEPPARD: and you know exactly what I'm talking about.
WEIR: After 20-odd years, I'm practically telepathic with you.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any sci-fi, any +/ any, When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you

Fill: SGA/Thoughtcrimes/Numb3rs

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"How do you wish on a star?" Ronon asked.

John, cleaning his gun, looked up and blinked. "What?"

"Amita was singing about it the other day. 'When you wish upon a star something something. Anything your heart desires will come to you.'" Ronon was sharpening one of his knives.

Teyla said, "Amita has a lovely singing voice and sings often. I hope she finds Scooby Dooby Doo one day."

John made a choking noise that was him cutting off a laugh.

Ronon raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking him to share the joke.

"I'm sure Amita will find Scooby one day," John said hastily. "As for wishing on stars, it's not that hard. You just pick a star - usually a shooting star, and when you see it, you close your eyes and make a wish."

"I thought that was what you did with candles on your birthday cake." Teyla frowned.

"Well, yes, that too." John fumbled for a more thorough explanation.

Ronon and Teyla exchanged looks. Amita was better at explaining these sorts of things.

"There's also a rhyme," John offered. He cleared his throat and recited, "Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might have this wish I wish tonight. And then, you know, you make your wish."

"Do you say it out loud, unlike the birthday wish?" Teyla asked.

"Um...I don't think there's a hard and fast rule about it," John said.

Ronon looked at him. "What do you wish for?"

"Not the same thing every time." John shrugged. "When I was a kid I wished for stupid things. Toys. Games. Whatever."

"And now?" Teyla asked.

John stared down at his hands. "I haven't wished on a star in a long time."

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Sailor Moon. Mamoru/Usagi. Happy moments

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Gundam Wing, any +/ any, I'm the satellite / and you're the sky

Fill: Gundam Wing - Chang Wufei/Relena Darlian - In Orbit

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

It was days like today when Wufei was left cooling his heels for almost an hour while he waited for Relena to get out of a meeting that he started to feel like he was just one of the many people in orbit around her; waiting for their positions to line up so that could give them a scrap of her time.

He knew what she was doing was important, vital even to the future of mankind and yet the petty part of him. The part that had once been a spoiled son of royalty wished that he wasn't low man on the priority list.

It wasn't fair and he knew it. The truth was that Relena had more than once dropped everything because he needed her. But that knowledge didn't stop the petulant little voice in his head. Nothing did until she stepped into the room looking frazzled until she saw him and her she broke into a smile that could light up the world.

Question for the OP!

[ibonekoen]

Are you going to make that Guy of Gisborne example a comment on the post? Because I would totally be interested in writing that.

Re: Question for the OP!

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Yes, I've just done so!

The post was made in advance, and I had to wait till I got home to post my requests :)

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Sailor Moon, Sailor Pluto, her reaction to Pluto being declared not a planet

Relevent Fic?

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

If you don't mind a Doctor Who crossover (any doctor) you might enjoy these two short drabbles (http://archiveofourown.org/series/82603), "Planetary Breakdown", G, 102/506 words, (and podfics of the same by the awesome "blackglass")

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Star Trek AOS, Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy, stargazing

FILL: Star Trek, Bones/Kirk - Meteor Shower

[punk4life1315.livejournal.com]

Bones found him on the roof of the dorms, a bottle of alien alcohol next to him as he lay on a blanket looking up at the night sky. Kirk turned his head when he heard footsteps and perked up. "Bones! I didn't think you would come."

Bones sat down next to Kirk, taking a sip from the bottle and making a face. "What is this?"

Kirk shrugged. "Another student snuck it in and I bought it from them, I didn't ask questions."

Bones set the bottle back down and looked up at the night sky, watching as a shooting star passed by. "I don't think I've done this in a long time, not since Joanna was a little girl."

Kirk looked up at his friend who had gone silent and scooted closer, laying his head on Bones' lap. Bones looked down at him in surprise before his eyes softened and he ran his fingers through Kirk's hair. "So, the meteor shower should be starting soon, right?"

Kirk nodded. "Yeah, should be soon."