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tamingthemuseTitle: Reminiscing
Fandom: Original
Character(s): General Fox & Major Gray
Genre(s): Friendship
Rating: G
Word Count: 687
Summary: Working late at night has its advantages...
Warnings: None
Reminiscing
For three years now this conflict with the invaders had raged on. Encounter after encounter resulted in either tragedy or an ill-favoring draw for both sides. Neither seemed to gain the upper-hand no matter what strategic move they made. Was it because the enemy had been among General Fox and her kind so long that they had begun to think like them, or were they truly evenly matched?
General Fox found herself drowning in paperwork under the dim lights of lamps placed around her headquarters. Her hand cramped from time to time and her eyes were growing weary of squinting so much, but she never complained. As she documented reports, she combed through each and every account in hopes that she’d find a way to eradicate her foe.
The grandfather clock in the nearby room chimed the late hour as Fox’s personal aide cleared her throat to announce the time. “General? The time is now midnight.”
Fox looked up at her aide and looked slightly embarrassed. “Oh! My apologies, Major Gray. I didn’t realize it was so late already. You may retire for the evening.”
Watching the good general go back so quickly to her work made Gray’s heart sink with empathy. She admired this woman for all she was trying to do, but it was wearing her thin and ragged. “General, if you’re not offended, may I do the remainder of the work for you?”
Fox reacted at first on impulse, wanting to deny the need for rest in favor of finding a weakness in her adversary amongst these battle reports. However, Gray had a good point that she didn’t even voice – a leader could not focus if she were too tired to even understand the concept.
“Very well, Major, but do not trouble yourself with the reviews. I will see to those in the morning.” Fox replied as she stepped away from the table to seat herself in the rocking chair behind her.
With an inaudible, though much relieved sigh, Fox relaxed into the chair and began to rock slowly, drawing Gray’s eyes once more. Again, Gray felt sorrow and compassion for her war-torn commander, wishing to do more for the woman who bore so much hardship. On the shelf in the corner was a woven blanket donated by the family who had extended this house to General Fox for any manner of services the general deemed it fit. Taking it up, Gray unfolded it to drape over her commander’s frame from the waist down, receiving a grateful, though weary hand-shake in thanks.
With the general now comfortably nestled in the chair and looking as though she was about to surrender to sleep, Gray gathered up the paperwork and dimmed all the lamps but one, leaving it for Fox to use when she would retire to bed for the night. She didn’t feel the need to announce her exit as Fox began to drift off to sleep, shutting the door quietly behind her to conclude her meeting for the night.
Slowly rocking, Fox’s mind was finally relaxing into a leisurely mode, thoughts of war and the like escaping for a few blissful hours. She thought of home – of her small grandchildren now growing up to be even more energetic than the last time she saw them. She smiled, recalling their Christmas dinner together last year, all of them seated at the table, except for her youngest grandson who thought it entertaining to hide beneath said table and tie everyone’s shoelaces together. He was a clever lad with a dastardly sense of humor that made his mother chide him while his father, Fox’s son, would laugh merrily.
Fox chuckled as she pictured little Judah scurrying from chair to chair, tying up the laces and snickering to himself. And then something changed – a flicker in the lamp seemed to paint a new picture for the general and she sat up, peering into the darkness for a solution. A plan was forming in her head rapidly, but she would need the advice of her inner circle to verify and modulate the tactic before it could be carried out.
Fandom: Original
Character(s): General Fox & Major Gray
Genre(s): Friendship
Rating: G
Word Count: 687
Summary: Working late at night has its advantages...
Warnings: None
For three years now this conflict with the invaders had raged on. Encounter after encounter resulted in either tragedy or an ill-favoring draw for both sides. Neither seemed to gain the upper-hand no matter what strategic move they made. Was it because the enemy had been among General Fox and her kind so long that they had begun to think like them, or were they truly evenly matched?
General Fox found herself drowning in paperwork under the dim lights of lamps placed around her headquarters. Her hand cramped from time to time and her eyes were growing weary of squinting so much, but she never complained. As she documented reports, she combed through each and every account in hopes that she’d find a way to eradicate her foe.
The grandfather clock in the nearby room chimed the late hour as Fox’s personal aide cleared her throat to announce the time. “General? The time is now midnight.”
Fox looked up at her aide and looked slightly embarrassed. “Oh! My apologies, Major Gray. I didn’t realize it was so late already. You may retire for the evening.”
Watching the good general go back so quickly to her work made Gray’s heart sink with empathy. She admired this woman for all she was trying to do, but it was wearing her thin and ragged. “General, if you’re not offended, may I do the remainder of the work for you?”
Fox reacted at first on impulse, wanting to deny the need for rest in favor of finding a weakness in her adversary amongst these battle reports. However, Gray had a good point that she didn’t even voice – a leader could not focus if she were too tired to even understand the concept.
“Very well, Major, but do not trouble yourself with the reviews. I will see to those in the morning.” Fox replied as she stepped away from the table to seat herself in the rocking chair behind her.
With an inaudible, though much relieved sigh, Fox relaxed into the chair and began to rock slowly, drawing Gray’s eyes once more. Again, Gray felt sorrow and compassion for her war-torn commander, wishing to do more for the woman who bore so much hardship. On the shelf in the corner was a woven blanket donated by the family who had extended this house to General Fox for any manner of services the general deemed it fit. Taking it up, Gray unfolded it to drape over her commander’s frame from the waist down, receiving a grateful, though weary hand-shake in thanks.
With the general now comfortably nestled in the chair and looking as though she was about to surrender to sleep, Gray gathered up the paperwork and dimmed all the lamps but one, leaving it for Fox to use when she would retire to bed for the night. She didn’t feel the need to announce her exit as Fox began to drift off to sleep, shutting the door quietly behind her to conclude her meeting for the night.
Slowly rocking, Fox’s mind was finally relaxing into a leisurely mode, thoughts of war and the like escaping for a few blissful hours. She thought of home – of her small grandchildren now growing up to be even more energetic than the last time she saw them. She smiled, recalling their Christmas dinner together last year, all of them seated at the table, except for her youngest grandson who thought it entertaining to hide beneath said table and tie everyone’s shoelaces together. He was a clever lad with a dastardly sense of humor that made his mother chide him while his father, Fox’s son, would laugh merrily.
Fox chuckled as she pictured little Judah scurrying from chair to chair, tying up the laces and snickering to himself. And then something changed – a flicker in the lamp seemed to paint a new picture for the general and she sat up, peering into the darkness for a solution. A plan was forming in her head rapidly, but she would need the advice of her inner circle to verify and modulate the tactic before it could be carried out.
