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[Jan. 12][Original] Like a Butterfly
Title: Like a Butterfly
Day/Theme: Jan. 12, 2009 "larva/pupa/metamorphosis"
Series: Original (Navigator)
Character/Pairing: Julian, Yu
Rating: PG-13
And now he had a name. A real name. "Julian Jet," he said it to himself. Apparently, he had grown up in an area known as Siberia. He had never gone outside then, and none of the scientists had ever said so, so he had never known. Now he lived in Moscow. Much prettier than the lab in Siberia. Still cold.
Dr. Jet didn't have too much time for him, but Julian didn't care. If it had been up to him, he wouldn't have time for the doctor either. He just sat around the house all day and read. There were so many books here, it seemed like it would be impossible to read them all, even if that was how he spent every day for the rest of his life.
It was good to be left alone. And now, for the most part, he was. He heated up instant food from the oven and ate in the study, where most of the books where. Russia was boring. Japan sounded cool, so Julian read more about Japan.
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"Would it be too pretentious to call myself 'Julian X?'" the doctor mused, leaning his head heavily into his left palm. He browsed through page after page of web hits on kimono. He owned one. Sometimes he thought about buying another. Being the doctor on Navigator was boring, but people left him alone. They only saw him as a service. He didn't want to be seen as a person anyway. This was how he liked it.
For over a year things stayed the same. Julian hated change.
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He was sitting in the galley. And for once, it had been his idea, not Stuart's. Actually, Julian hadn't even come with Stuart. He had just had this yearning, strange, almost unbelievable, to be near people, just to be surrounded by their smiles, their quiet comings and goings.
Today there was rice and broccoli. Julian sprinkled furikake on the rice. (They didn't have furikake in the kitchen. He kept his own in the medicine cabinet.)
"That's what my mom would do," Yu laughed and tipped his head to indicate the seat beside Julian, "Can I sit here?"
"Uh, go ahead," the doctor acquiesced.
"Katsuobushi?" Yu inquired cheerfully.
"Yes." He turned the jar around so that the young botanist could see the cartoon drawing of a smiling fish on the side of the container.
"That's so Japanese," Yu shook his head, still smiling.
"I like Japanese things," Julian explained.
"Me too, sort of," the Japanese-American admitted.
He was a sincere person. He really meant what he was saying. He cared. This was to be expected. What was unusual was that this was what Julian wanted. He was finally glad that someone cared. Like it or not, he had changed.
Day/Theme: Jan. 12, 2009 "larva/pupa/metamorphosis"
Series: Original (Navigator)
Character/Pairing: Julian, Yu
Rating: PG-13
And now he had a name. A real name. "Julian Jet," he said it to himself. Apparently, he had grown up in an area known as Siberia. He had never gone outside then, and none of the scientists had ever said so, so he had never known. Now he lived in Moscow. Much prettier than the lab in Siberia. Still cold.
Dr. Jet didn't have too much time for him, but Julian didn't care. If it had been up to him, he wouldn't have time for the doctor either. He just sat around the house all day and read. There were so many books here, it seemed like it would be impossible to read them all, even if that was how he spent every day for the rest of his life.
It was good to be left alone. And now, for the most part, he was. He heated up instant food from the oven and ate in the study, where most of the books where. Russia was boring. Japan sounded cool, so Julian read more about Japan.
------
"Would it be too pretentious to call myself 'Julian X?'" the doctor mused, leaning his head heavily into his left palm. He browsed through page after page of web hits on kimono. He owned one. Sometimes he thought about buying another. Being the doctor on Navigator was boring, but people left him alone. They only saw him as a service. He didn't want to be seen as a person anyway. This was how he liked it.
For over a year things stayed the same. Julian hated change.
------
He was sitting in the galley. And for once, it had been his idea, not Stuart's. Actually, Julian hadn't even come with Stuart. He had just had this yearning, strange, almost unbelievable, to be near people, just to be surrounded by their smiles, their quiet comings and goings.
Today there was rice and broccoli. Julian sprinkled furikake on the rice. (They didn't have furikake in the kitchen. He kept his own in the medicine cabinet.)
"That's what my mom would do," Yu laughed and tipped his head to indicate the seat beside Julian, "Can I sit here?"
"Uh, go ahead," the doctor acquiesced.
"Katsuobushi?" Yu inquired cheerfully.
"Yes." He turned the jar around so that the young botanist could see the cartoon drawing of a smiling fish on the side of the container.
"That's so Japanese," Yu shook his head, still smiling.
"I like Japanese things," Julian explained.
"Me too, sort of," the Japanese-American admitted.
He was a sincere person. He really meant what he was saying. He cared. This was to be expected. What was unusual was that this was what Julian wanted. He was finally glad that someone cared. Like it or not, he had changed.