Am I first? Wow! I haven't been first for a long while! Anyway, in the small hours of dawn I wrote some two pages, which I still have to type up sometime in the evening. Since I accidentally destroyed my desk lamp last night (trying to show away visiting insects from the screen), it promises to be complicated. But I give you a snippet of what I did type up last night: Ianto and Sandra discussing how could he persuade Captain Archer to take him down to Rigel X.
Excerpt: “Do you think he’ll buy it if I told him I’ve been in cryogenic suspension for a century?” he asks in a low voice that is easily concealed by the lively conversation around them.
“It would be more convincing than trying to tell him about the Doctor,” Sandra replies with a shrug.
“I’m surprised that Starfleet wouldn’t know about him,” Ianto murmurs. “UNIT’s records must have been badly damaged.”
“Or some selfish prick had deleted a great part of them, just because they didn’t want to hand them over to Starfleet,” Sandra suggests. “In any case the mere idea of time travel counts as a fairy tale in this century. You’ll be better off with a white lie,” she gives him a pointed look. “Oh, come on! Remember whom you’re talking to! I know you can pull it off.”
“It doesn’t mean I have to like it,” Ianto mutters but he knows Sandra is right. Again.
A Matter of Time
Anyway, in the small hours of dawn I wrote some two pages, which I still have to type up sometime in the evening. Since I accidentally destroyed my desk lamp last night (trying to show away visiting insects from the screen), it promises to be complicated. But I give you a snippet of what I did type up last night: Ianto and Sandra discussing how could he persuade Captain Archer to take him down to Rigel X.
Excerpt:
“Do you think he’ll buy it if I told him I’ve been in cryogenic suspension for a century?” he asks in a low voice that is easily concealed by the lively conversation around them.
“It would be more convincing than trying to tell him about the Doctor,” Sandra replies with a shrug.
“I’m surprised that Starfleet wouldn’t know about him,” Ianto murmurs. “UNIT’s records must have been badly damaged.”
“Or some selfish prick had deleted a great part of them, just because they didn’t want to hand them over to Starfleet,” Sandra suggests. “In any case the mere idea of time travel counts as a fairy tale in this century. You’ll be better off with a white lie,” she gives him a pointed look. “Oh, come on! Remember whom you’re talking to! I know you can pull it off.”
“It doesn’t mean I have to like it,” Ianto mutters but he knows Sandra is right. Again.