I Happen To Have No Dress In My Cabin (sarah531) wrote in dooku_files,
I Happen To Have No Dress In My Cabin
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Drabbles

Two unrelated drabbles for y'all. Both gen and PGish. :)


Infected

It was midnight and three people, two of them Jedi, were creeping around a field.

"Here!" one of them hissed. "This is where we kept the infected."

Master Dooku and his Padawan exchanged a look, and clambered down a crude ladder into the hole. Their guide jumped down beside them.

"We kept them in cages. Over there. We had to."

Dooku stepped backward. Qui-Gon looked sick. "That could've been us," he said. "If we'd stayed in that building overnight..."

"It wasn't us," Dooku said shortly. He felt sick too, but wasn't showing it. "All of these will die soon. Get them out of here."



The Funeral

He was slightly late for the funeral, and nobody spoke to him. It was cold and it was dark and it was lonely.

Well. One of his only friends -and a man he'd raised since childhood- had just been murdered, after all.

Somebody brushed against him.

He glanced irritably after the person and realised it was Chancellor Palpatine. Or whatever his title was now.

Palpatine too glanced back and saw him. "Oh. Count Dooku. How nice it is to see you again."

Dooku nodded, but said nothing.

"I am terribly sorry for your loss," Palpatine continued. And then he turned quickly and walked away.




(Hello, everyone, by the way. *waves*) :)
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