Information: A week to revive the DM fandom! Any content is accepted for the prompts- art, fic, edits, etc. Prompts may be followed as closely or as loosely as you want, so do whatever comes to mind! The only rule for the event is that I will not accept nsfw content as I don't want to risk the blog getting taken down. I will accept content for the event up to 10 days after the official dates are over. Please make sure to add the darkmatterweek2019 tag so I can find things- and if anyone does not want their dash clogged up with a lot of posts, you can always block that tag during the event week. If I don't reblog it within three days of your posting it, please shoot me an ask, as it's easy to miss things during these events!
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Prompts are as follows:
Day One - Alternate Universe
Day Two - Domestic/Fluff (It can be an AU, or just domestic moments with the crew in the canon universe, or any general fluffy fic)
Day Three - Angst
Day Four - Crossover/Fandom Fusion
Day Five - Exploration (exploring a new space station? a new planet? finding a new area of the ship they didn’t know about before? up to you!)
Day Six - Five Stages of Grief (You can pick one to focus on, or do something with some/all of them)
Two leaves for the camping trip with Three and One. One cancels to go help some mining colony, deciding that it’s more urgent than his quest to figure out if Three did, or didn’t kill his wife. Android is visiting her twin, aka Two’s ex-wife. Four just likes playing with swords. Five doesn’t see anything bad about teaching people her skills and Six just wants to prevent some crimes.
Summary: In which Five steals a bunch of stuff and also a family
Written for Dark Matter Week 2019 Day Two: Domestic/Fluff!
1
The Raza crew is sitting around a pub table and surreptitiously watching the proprietor of the company they’ve been hired to steal from. Five sits quietly, sandwiched between Four and Six, as the others debate their next step. She doesn’t want to draw any attention to herself - not from the staff, who might object to someone her age being in the pub, and not from the other crew members. Five may not know them well yet, but she knows they’re all dangerous.
Their mark is at the bar, and has a bodyguard on each side. It’s this which presents a small hiccup in their plan to take the all-access card he has.
“I’m pretty sure those four are with him, too,” Six says, with a nod at a table full of large, very muscular men.
“We can take ‘em,” Three says, around a large mouthful of something that probably isn’t really meat.
“You didn’t even look,” Two says.
“I have more important things to do,” Three says, starting in enthusiastically on Six’s abandoned fries. “Besides, no weapons allowed on the station, which means this is your job. But I believe in you two,” he says, pointing between Two and Four with his fry.
“I don’t think getting in a brawl is a good idea,” One says.
“Course you don’t,” Three says. “Concerned about that face of yours.”
“If we start something, station security will be on us, and we all know how that ends,” One says.
“Oh, and have you got a better idea?” Three asks.
A loud argument breaks out. In the midst of it, Five slips silently off her chair. Four is the only one who notices, and he lightly catches her by the wrist.
“Don’t get caught,” he says quietly.
Five nods and heads towards the bar.
She’s back a minute later. One and Three are still going at each other, although by now they’re completely off topic. She takes the card out of her sleeve and drops it in the middle of the table.
They all shut up.
“That’ll work,” Two says, and scoops the card up.
“Why didn’t we know you were this good at picking pockets?” Three asks, as they head back to the ship. He eyes her sharply. “That could come in handy.”
Six puts a hand on Five’s shoulder. “You can’t exploit Five to steal things,” he says.
Five narrows her eyes and makes a mental note to steal something from both of them in the near future.
2
Five only remembers picking one pocket in her past life, but she thinks she must’ve picked a lot more, because sometimes she’ll look at someone and immediately evaluate whether or not they’re a good mark. Everyone on the crew of the Raza is a definite “no”, except for One, whose innocent, naive demeanour suggests he’d be a perfect target.
Five would never pickpocket one of the crew, of course - at least, not without reason - but the boy who bumps into One on a station has no such compunctions.
“Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” One says to him, and the boy accepts his apology and keeps walking.
One’s by himself, so no one points out the obvious to him, and Five - who’s a few market stalls away - doesn’t have time, because she’d lose the boy if she did. She hurries to pass him, and then bumps into him the same way he walked into One.
“Hey!” he says, because One’s the only naive one on this station.
Five pulls back the wallet and looks inside. There’s no ID - One’s not that naive - but the boy doesn’t know that. “Hmm, this doesn’t look like yours,” she says.
“It’s not yours either,” he argues.
Five shrugs. “Finders keepers.”
The boy glares at her, but he probably has a couple other wallets on him that aren’t his, so he’s not going to risk calling security. Five heads back to One, keeping a tight grip on the wallet.
One’s trying to buy some weird-looking local fruit, patting himself down for his wallet. “I had it a minute ago,” he says earnestly.
The stall owner rolls her eyes.
“Here,” Five says, handing over his wallet. “You dropped it.”
“Oh. Thanks, Five,” One says, without even the slightest bit of suspicion.
Honestly.
3
Living in space is invariably chilly. Five finds her wardrobe - inherited from a girl she can't remember being - is deficient; there's not enough warm stuff.
She lets herself into Two's room and pokes through her closet. Two's second favourite leather jacket makes Five look cool and badass - she does several different poses in front of the mirror - but it's not quite as comfy as Five wanted. She hangs it back up neatly and moves on to Six's room.
Six's hoodie makes Five look neither cool nor badass. She’s drowning in it, and it makes her look like a little kid. She pushes the sleeves up until her hands poke out, but she has to just accept the fact that it's more like a dress than a sweater. The fabric is soft, though, and it's very warm.
It's hers now, Five decides.
Six comes to the bridge the next day searching for his hoodie.
"I haven't seen it," Two says, grinning. "Have you seen it, Five?"
Five pops up from the wiring she's fixing and pushes the long sleeves up. "Nope!"
Six laughs and lets her keep it.
4
“We don’t have the cash for whatever that thingamajig is,” Three says, grabbing Five’s elbow and tugging her away from the tech shop window.
“But it’d be useful! I could finally fix-”
“Nope,” Three interrupts her, and steers her into a boring grocery store.
(Everybody else has individual shopping tasks. Two had sent the two of them together for “supervision”. She then refused to specify who was supervising who, so they’d both go along with it.)
Five sighs. “You’d think being space pirates would be a bit more lucrative.”
“From what I hear, we were doing fine before we had you,” Three says.
Five decides to ignore that. “Maybe the problem is we’re bad at being pirates. We always end up spending most of our money on ship repairs, because the ship gets attacked so often.”
“Could be,” Three says. “Now help me figure out what the hell an acorn squash looks like.”
“Who’s gonna eat that?” Five demands.
“Six said to buy half a dozen of them, so I’d guess he thinks all of us will.” Three scrunches his nose at the list.
“I don’t know what an acorn squash is,” Five says, “But I don’t see any of them here.”
Three grins. “Me neither! Moving on...”
Three pays for the groceries and they lug them back to the ship. Two and Six greet them on their way in, and Six takes Five’s groceries off her right away, much to the relief of her arms.
“You’re the last ones back,” Two says. “We’re leaving in fifteen minutes.”
“I’ll be right back,” Five says, walking quickly backwards off of the ship before anyone can stop her. “I left something behind.”
“Was it my squashes?” Six calls after her.
“We’re leaving without you if you’re not back in fifteen!” Three yells.
Fortunately, Five finished casing the place and spotting its security weaknesses before Three pulled her away earlier. It only takes her ten minutes to quickly snatch her “thingamajig” while carefully avoiding witnesses or security cameras, and then make her way back to the Raza without setting off any alarms.
“Got everything this time?” Two asks, when Five hurries back on board.
“Yup!” Five says, clutching the new treasure tucked into her pocket.
(Later that day, Three finds her on the bridge with her shiny new toy, and says with a smirk, “Look who’s learning to be a good little space pirate.”)
5
Five would steal a car, so it’s no surprise she’d also steal a movie. Whenever they visit stations to stock up on food, she and Android also stock up on illegally downloaded videos.
"Did you get the new Pacific Rim one?" One asks as they leave a station.
Five notices how everyone looks up in interest. She grins, maybe a little evilly.
"Yes," she says, "but I'm not giving the file out. You can only watch it if you come to movie night."
"Movie night?" Three repeats, sounding highly unimpressed.
"Uh huh," Five says. "And because you're the first one complaining, you have to make the popcorn."
Three sneers at her. "Fine, but you're a dictator. When's movie night?"
"Tonight work for everyone?"
*
Five leans on Android and puts her feet in Six's lap as the most epic Jaeger scene ever plays. She looks around the room. One and Three stopped fighting over the popcorn after some light poking with knives from Two, and are now sharing well, if absently. Four and Six are having murmured debate about Jaeger tactics. Two is using her poking knife to eat an apple.
Five smiles, and steals the popcorn bowl from Three.
Soulmate AU! Written belatedly for Dark Matter Week 2019 Day One: Alternate Universe
After losing their memories, they all remember the basics of soulmate dynamics. Everyone has a soulmate connection, usually with one person although sometimes with more. The connections appear in various ways. Common ones include shared thoughts or shared writing on skin, or a countdown on your wrist till the day you’ll meet them. The Raza crew remembers these facts.
What none of them remember is what or who their connection is.
Some of them are obvious. Four’s got a timer reading zero on his wrist with a few months left. Six’s shadow is that of a slim woman. (Too tall to be Two, though.)
One has a name on his arm, scarred over. Two tries not to look at that.
The rest of them, though, are a mystery.
*
Two looks up from the navigation console to a gun pointed at her.
She sighs heavily. If Three doesn’t stop leaving his guns all over the entire ship for Two to trip over, she’s going to shoot him with one. She picks up the gun and stalks off to give it and a stern warning to Three.
She finds Three in the hallway near the mess.
“Lulu!” Three exclaims when he sees her coming, gun in hand. “I’ve been looking for her everywhere! Where was she?”
“The bridge,” Two says. She tucks the gun into Three’s empty holster. It brings her close enough to hiss threateningly at him, “Let’s be a little more careful with our lethal weapons from now on, all right?”
“Sure thing, boss,” Three says, holding his hands up placatingly. “I know I didn’t leave it on the bridge, though. Haven’t been up there in a couple days, and I definitely had Lulu this morning.”
Two shrugs. “I don’t care. Just keep a better eye on your guns, before someone gets shot with one.”
She pokes him in the chest to make it clear that that’s a threat.
“Got it,” Three says.
*
The threats seem to work, and Two stops finding Three’s guns all over the ship. That should be the end of it.
“Hey, Boss, remember that nice talk we had about not leaving lethal weapons in odd places?” Three demands a couple weeks later, upon entering the mess for breakfast with a bandaged arm.
“How could I forget?” Two asks.
“Well, I think it should apply to your knives, too,” Three says. He holds up Two’s third favourite knife, which is very sharp and long and fits perfectly in her tallest pair of boots. “Is this technically a knife? Or does it classify as a sword?”
“Knife,” Two, Four, and Five say simultaneously.
One gives them all a horrified look, like he’s wondering how he got to be in a room with a bunch of people who know exactly the distinction between long knives and swords, and probably also how to use them.
Four gives Five an approving nod.
“Right,” Three says, also looking slightly creeped out. “Well, either way, it nearly impaled me last night, because you left it in my bed.”
“Ew!” Five says.
“I didn’t need to know that,” Six says, looking like disturbing images are flashing through his head.
“None of us needed to know that,” One says, glaring at Three.
“I definitely did not leave it in your bed,” Two says. “I wouldn’t go anywhere near your bed - I’ve never seen you do laundry.”
“Tell that to the massive cut on my arm, courtesy of your knife.”
“Did you bleed on it?” Two asks, concerned, reaching for her knife. “I’ll need to clean that.”
“You’re the worst,” Three says.
*
Five’s the one to figure it out. She and Two are working on repairs in the engine room, and Five’s just stood up to stretch her back when a boot pops into existence behind Two.
“Whoa!” Five says.
“What?” Two asks. She frowns when Five points at the boot. “Where did that come from?”
“Anybody seen my boot?” Three demands over comms. “I can’t find it anywhere.”
“It’s in the engine room,” Five says.
“How the hell did it wind up there?”
“When you lose something, Two finds it.”
*
So, they’re soulmates.
Two’s not really sure how to deal with this at first, and Three seem to be following her lead in making it awkward. Then Truffault assigns them a mission to infiltrate a research facility with a strict no-weapons policy, and Two turns to Three.
“I think we could make this work,” she says. “How good are you at losing things?”
“I bet I could be very good at losing things,” Three says, and they slowly start to grin at each other.
