Nico (vilakins) wrote,

FIclet: Sunrise

This is another story for my big table of Vila fic for fanfic100, written for the prompt of 'sunrise'. A PGP, set the next day, 500 words. This is very probably a sequel to Cabin.


Vila was surprised he'd slept. He'd thought the now fading pain in his back would keep him awake or that he'd have nightmares, but he'd fallen asleep straight away, exhausted. He hadn't even dreamed, despite the images that had tormented him all through the escape and long walk from the base.

He huddled under his blanket in the stale, damp straw, unwilling to move. A grey light was coming in through the open doorway (the door had long ago fallen off or been stolen), enough to show him Soolin under her own dirty blanket. The red mark left by a blaster near-miss on her forehead showed only as a faint dark smudge in the light; lucky Vila had found a medical kit on his way out.

He wriggled deeper into the straw, not looking forward to another trek. Not that they could stay here; they needed to find somewhere far away and safe. They hadn't even slept in the deserted farmhouse last night because Soolin had refused to go in. She'd said it was where most people on the run would sleep and made them go to the barn, which made sense, but Vila had seen the look on her face. Maybe it reminded her of her home.

The light was stronger now and turning pink. Pink? Vila stumbled to his feet and went to the doorway and stood there, shivering, the blanket pulled tight around him. The whole eastern sky was lit behind the trees, as if half the planet were on fire. "Oh, wonderful."

"Vila?" Soolin slid off her pile of straw and joined him, her face pale and tired. "What is it?"

"Something's burning. Something big."

"Yes," Soolin said dryly. "The sun."

"Oh." Vila hadn't seen a sunrise before, not from the surface, anyway. Little rosy patches of light winked on the barn wall, filtered by trees. "It's pretty."

"It's bad news."

"What d'you mean?"

"Red sky at night, farmers' delight. Red sky in the morning, farmers' warning." Soolin hugged herself, her face more closed than usual.

"Why?" he asked. "Can't be worse than yesterday."

"It usually means there's bad weather on the way." She shrugged as if throwing off her dark thoughts. "I want a wash before we go."

"Wash? Where?"

Soolin pointed. "Rain water tank." She turned on a tap, and put her head under it, rubbing her face and hair vigorously with her hands.

Vila followed, yelping at the cold water, but he felt better afterwards, as if he'd washed some of yesterday away. He got his boots and looked around as he pulled on them on. The sun was above the trees and the run-down building was lit with gold. There were bright yellow flowers growing around it which reminded him of somewhere he'd been, something that might hurt to remember too well.

Soolin followed his eyes. "Lions' teeth. They're just weeds."

"Oh. Well, so'm I. If they do all right here, there's hope for us."

Soolin almost smiled. "Come on. Let's go."

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