Father of Mine
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dorksidefikerTitle: Father of Mine
Fandom: Space Cases
Table/Prompt: Table 3/15. Past
Rating: PG
Word Count: 257
Summary: Harlan confronts his father. Written for the Rigerian Culture Fic-A-Thon (yeah, it’s a little late, but I hope I’ll be forgiven). Anyone who can name the series, specific episode, and character referenced in this fic may request a fic.
Harlan Brand stood between his father, his long dead father, and the exit. “If you do this, you’re going to die tomorrow!”
“So you’ve said,” his father said. He looked smaller than Harlan remembered, more… human. “You also said that this battle is the major turning point in the war against the Spung.”
“Yeah, but you die!” Harlan cried out desperately. “You die, and I don’t have a father.”
“I’m a soldier, Harlan,” his father said, not unkindly. “I came into this knowing that I might never make it home.”
“But what about me and Mom?”
“There are worse fates.” He looked at Harlan thoughtfully. “Your friend, the Andromidan. Radu. What do you think his life would be like if this battle was lost?”
“But it’s Andromidans that kill you!”
“They’re soldiers, Harlan, just like me. I’ve killed plenty of them since the war started. Doing this… I make them free.” He smiled, a little sadly. “A wise man once told me, the third principle of sentient life is the capacity for self sacrifice. The conscious ability to override evolution and self preservation for a cause, a friend… love.” He sighed. “It’s probably not much of a comfort to you.”
Fandom: Space Cases
Table/Prompt: Table 3/15. Past
Rating: PG
Word Count: 257
Summary: Harlan confronts his father. Written for the Rigerian Culture Fic-A-Thon (yeah, it’s a little late, but I hope I’ll be forgiven). Anyone who can name the series, specific episode, and character referenced in this fic may request a fic.
Harlan Brand stood between his father, his long dead father, and the exit. “If you do this, you’re going to die tomorrow!”
“So you’ve said,” his father said. He looked smaller than Harlan remembered, more… human. “You also said that this battle is the major turning point in the war against the Spung.”
“Yeah, but you die!” Harlan cried out desperately. “You die, and I don’t have a father.”
“I’m a soldier, Harlan,” his father said, not unkindly. “I came into this knowing that I might never make it home.”
“But what about me and Mom?”
“There are worse fates.” He looked at Harlan thoughtfully. “Your friend, the Andromidan. Radu. What do you think his life would be like if this battle was lost?”
“But it’s Andromidans that kill you!”
“They’re soldiers, Harlan, just like me. I’ve killed plenty of them since the war started. Doing this… I make them free.” He smiled, a little sadly. “A wise man once told me, the third principle of sentient life is the capacity for self sacrifice. The conscious ability to override evolution and self preservation for a cause, a friend… love.” He sighed. “It’s probably not much of a comfort to you.”