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Summary: Twenty-four prompts, twenty-four fics, twenty-four days till Christmas. Brought to you by Wishlist_fic on LiveJournal.

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NOTE: This chapter is rated FR13

White Skies, Three Suns

Title :: White Skies, Three Suns
Rating :: FR13
Disclaimer :: Pitch Black and all related characters are copyright of Jim Wheat, Ken Wheat and USA Films. Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters are copyright Joss Whedon and ME. No infringement intended.

Prompt :: musesinspire/BtVS, Pitch Black/Buffy, Riddick/ Song fic ‘Savior’ by Rise Against and “Too often the strong, silent man is silent only because he does not know what to say.”

White Skies, Three Suns


You remember blue skies.

Skies filled with only one sun. One star with nine—or was it eight—planets orbiting it.

You lived on the third planet from that sun, a little planet called Earth, and you remember when the human race was infantile and imperfect. When they were just learning to explore space, long before the human race had discovered more planets that could sustain life and shot vessels up into the black to explore those planets, to settle them.

Humanity branched out and lost track of where it had come from, they hardly knew the planet that had created them and some even forgot about their humanity, but you remember. Lonely you, stuck in a future that makes absolutely no sense and on a planet that has three suns, one of them blue and the sky is perpetually a brilliant white.

This is the first time you made a wish out loud, begging whatever deity or demon that had survived this far into the future, for a way back. You want to see home again. You want see the water, blue and pristine, instead of this tiny village and an ocean of sand that mocks you. The natives are friendly enough and surprisingly most English words still have some meaning, but it’s not home and it never will be.

It’s been three years since a tiny portal, made by a tiny demon—seriously it was smaller than that fear demon from way back when—sucked you inside and left you stranded on a planet so many years in the future it makes your head hurt when you try to calculate it. The people inhabiting the planet found you stranded in the vast desert surrounding their camp after five days of wandering without food or water and they did their best to heal you.

They don’t need to know you healed yourself—justfinethanks—because they had enough questions.

They want to know where you come from and you’re forced to lie. You tell them nothing of yourself and while they accept it, they remain wary of you and your intentions. They are researchers, attempting to penetrate the planet’s deeper layers with their coring machines and whatnot.

They make their breakthrough near the anniversary of your arrival and you all celebrate with fresh drinking water that doesn’t taste metallic from the recycler. You’ve reached your third day of celebration when the skies go dark and you watch as a larger planet aligns with three suns and casts the planet into blissful shadow.

Darkness sweeps out from the surrounding desert and that’s when the screams begin.

You remember a white sky with three suns and you miss it.


I found her in one of the buildings surrounding the coring chamber, locked down tight and lost within cryo-sleep. There’s another, not so fortunate, member of the expedition mummified in the cryo-chamber next to hers and it’s Johns’ idea to wake her.

He wants to know what the fuck is going on. Bones aren’t enough of a visual, he needs the truth. It’s a shame Johns doesn’t realize that she’s been shutdown for nearly twenty-two years and I’ve no intention of reminding him.

Her primitive brain is the only thing awake at the moment.

This should get interesting.


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