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Spaced Fic: One Giant Leap For Tim-Kind
Title: One Giant Leap For Tim-Kind
Author: lookatmoiye7
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Characters: Tim (Daisy, Brian, Marsha, Mike, Twist)
Author's Note: Written for majrgenr18's unfilled request for Yuletide. (Even though Yuletide won't let me post there, because 670 words is not 1000. In some countries.)
Summary: Tim knows he's dreaming when he opens the front door to see the Millennium Falcon right in front of him. And then he knows he's not when Gillian Anderson doesn't appear.

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Tim knows he's dreaming when he opens the front door to see the Millennium Falcon right in front of him. And then he knows he's not when Gillian Anderson doesn't step out of it.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" he asks, just to make sure.

Daisy makes a noise in her throat. "Isn't that that Millennia-thing from Star Trek?"

"Star Wars."

"Whatever."

"No, not 'whatever', they're two completely different things. I can't believe you even confused them, they're nothing alike!"

"Well, they've both got the word 'star' in their names, followed by a dramatic-sounding noun."

"Yes, but... Hang on, is this your dream?"

"What?"

"I hardly think I'd be wasting my dream rowing with you when the Millennium Falcon is sitting right in front of me. I'd be in there, giving fucking Han Solo tips on the best way to shave down his parsec time for the Kessel Run."

"Are you still speaking English?"

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"Well, I can tell you right now." She turns to him, hands on hips. "It's not my dream. If it was, Orlando Bloom would be coming out of that thing, and following me to my bedroom. Want a cup of tea?"

She goes inside. Tim just stares.

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"It's a spaceship," Brian points out.

Tim nods. He hasn't moved from the doorway. Even though Brian's here, it could still be a dream, and he doesn't want to get his hopes up.

"It's not doing anything."

"Yeah, I can see that, thanks, Brian."

"Is it supposed to do something?"

"What, like fly?"

"Or... or shoot. Bolts. Or, or lasers."

"Maybe. I dunno, it's not actually mine, is it? It's Han's."

"Did you borrow it from him?"

"Who?"

"Han. Are you going on holiday? You must have lots of luggage."

"Is that you, Brian?" They both cringe as they hear Marsha's voice, and Brian leans in closer.

"Can I come?"

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"Bloody hell. Is that the new Prime Minister's answer to congestion? Bit big, innit?"

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"And I got disciplined for stealing a tiny little tank!"

"I didn't steal it! It just... appeared."

"Sorry to say, Timmy, but I tried that one, too. Doesn't hold up in court."

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"I like your new lawn ornament, Tim." Twist hops gracefully over him where he sits on the front step. "It's very... futuristic. Very now."

"You mean, very later."

"No, no, it's very now."

"You just said it was futuristic. How could it be very 'now' if it's futuristic?"

"I don't know! Why are you getting all snippy with me? All I did was compliment your ornament."

"I'm not getting all snippy!" He is, though. He lowers his voice. "And it's not an ornament."

Twist ignores him. "It's a bit big, though, don't you think? Is Brian home?"

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"Why don't you just... go up to it?" Daisy suggests. She offers him a sip of her tea. He takes a large one, just to annoy her, leaving her with only a tiny bit left.

"I can't just go up to it!"

"Why not? It's better than staring at it all day, like you've been doing." She's waiting for him to answer her, but he refuses. Which, it turns out, is the wrong move. "Right, then. I'll go up to it." And she jumps off the step and wanders over to it before he can stop her, reaching out to touch the hull.

"Daisy, no!" He shields his eyes, expecting her to be incinerated, or something equally as sci-fi-like, but actually it's quite boring and nothing even remotely life-threatening occurs. The only thing that does happen is that the hatch opens, and the ramp slowly lowers. Daisy looks back at him, seeming impressed.

"Well?" she says.

Tim jumps up and hurries over to her, grabbing her hand before she goes any further. If anyone's going to step onto the Millennium Falcon first, it'll be him. Like Neil Armstrong, only blonder.

"I'll go first," he tells her, and, taking a deep breath, he steps onto the ramp, pulling her after him.

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