Originally posted 9/4/06This is a collection of "microfics" (100-word stories) that were written for the
August 29 Microfic Challenge at Terra Firma. The topic for the week was, "Siblings."
These five little fics were written over several days' time, and relate to five different sets of siblings. All are rated "G," and all are, of course, not my characters, not my universe, and no disrespect to the owners is intended!

Setting: The indeterminate future
Spoilers: None to speak of
Next of Kin
Crichton answered the door, Winona in hand. On the threshold stood a blonde Sebacean woman, somewhere around Aeryn's age.
"Are you John Crichton?" she asked.
He countered, "Who wants to know?"
She gnawed on her lower lip, and looked nervously at the pulse pistol.
He shrugged. "You'll excuse me for the caution. Our number's unlisted."
"I didn't mean--" Her attention was drawn behind him.
John turned his head to follow her gaze.
Aeryn was staring quizzically at their visitor. "Do I know you?" she asked.
The woman at the door took a deep breath. "Talyn Lyczac was my father."
Setting: Stark's childhood
Spoilers: None to speak of
Inconspicuous
"Stark! Stark! Wake up!"
The eight year old burrowed under his pillow to escape his younger brother's persistent poking.
But Tad wouldn't give up. "It's time to be at work!" he insisted.
"Don't care," Stark mumbled, face pressed against his mattress. "Helped old Thong cross over last night. Sleepy now...."
Tad's voice took on the sharp edge of fear. "If the masters find out you're Stykera--" He broke off with a squeak.
With a groan, Stark sat up and touched his brother's shoulder. "They won't take me. I promise, Tad." He headed out to be a good little slave....
Setting: Crichton's childhood
Spoilers: None to speak of
Blood Brothers
"Come on, DK, do it!" Johnny displayed his hand, palm up, showing a neat line of blood.
The other boy sat paralyzed, pocketknife hovering over his hand.
"DK, this was your idea!"
"The thumb, not the hand!" DK protested.
"It's not real blood brothers if you don't use the hand!"
DK hesitated again, and Johnny needled, "What's the matter? You chicken?" Getting carried away, he flapped his arms and added, "Buck, buck, buck!"
Abruptly, DK sliced the knife across his palm. He gasped, and blood gushed.
Johnny had the presence of mind to grab his friend's hand before screaming, "Mooooom!!!"
Setting:
Terra FirmaSpoilers: Through
Terra FirmaFarewell
Livvy shoved the phone at him for the sixth time.
For the sixth time, he pushed it aside to concentrate on the notes he was making for his dad.
"Goddammit John, take it!"
He saw his own misery reflected in his sister's puffy red eyes, and gave in. He took the phone, and Livvy fled.
Reluctantly, he dialed the number. The line rang once, twice, and he hoped he was saved, but abruptly there was a click and a "Hello?"
He cleared his throat. "Uh, Suze? It's John. Something's happened, and... I... I've gotta leave."
The silence broke his heart.
Setting: A few cycles after PK Wars
Spoilers: Vaguely, through PK Wars
Brothers
Rygel XVI glided up next to Aeryn. They sat at the edge of the nursery yard watching the boys play in the afternoon sun, building a fortress in the sand. "Ah," he said, thinking of his own tempestuous youth. "It's nice to see brothers getting along!"
Aeryn turned, puzzlement on her face for just a microt, and then she grinned. "If you say so." They shared the joke, and then she stood up. "But it's time for D'Argo's nap."
"Hmph," he said, knowing nothing of child rearing. "Elha!" he called to his chief wife. "Fetch young Rygel for a rest!"