Title: Four Monologues from "Faith"
Author: Shenandoah Risu
: SGU, Three Sentences. Two Characters. One Story.
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Season/ Spoilers: Season One/ "Faith"
Characters: Young, Rush
Archive: Please ask me first
Disclaimer: I don't own SGU. I wouldn't know what to do with it. Now, Young... Young I'd know what to do with... ;-)

It's not all about winning

I enjoy playing chess. I might even like playing it with Rush, and even though I have no hopes of ever beating him based on mathematical probabilities I do know a thing or two about strategy that might at least slow him down.

Either way, it's about spending time together, learning about each other, being in the same space that matters most.


I know fully well there is nobody aboard this ship who would be a truly worthy opponent in chess, but I'm carving the pieces anyway because it gives me something physical to do, something tactile, something in 3-D. Young's invitation to play comes as a bit of a surprise, as he's the last person I would have ever expected to seek out my company. There's no satisfaction in beating him – I know I can do it in my sleep, but nonetheless I'm intrigued, and in a way I don't quite comprehend I actually look forward to it.

Role Reversal

He wants me to go after the wayward folks on the planet, guns blazing, to round them up and bring them back by force, something I would have never expected him to propose. He is worried about losing people by attrition, as he puts it, and I wonder – why the hell does he even care?

Does he need us?

The Hard Decisions

This is insane – not only will he let people stay on that planet, he's also giving them the second – albeit damaged – shuttle. He's flying down himself, it's stupid, it's dangerous, and I can't help but seeing the specter of his apparent death wish rise again, and part of me wants him to just go and burn up in that fucking thing. He's giving me exactly what I want: a way to get rid of him, to be angry about his waste of resources, to blame him for losing all those people – so why do I feel a stab of sadness as I step aside and let him go?