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numb3rsflashficTitle: Faith Shaken
Pairing/Characters: Colby
Rating/Category: PG
Spoilers: Judgment Call, The Janus List
Summary: Colby questions his obedience as the walls close in on him
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
The cell was dank, concrete cold, and the chill sank into Colby's flesh through the coarse prison issue garb he'd seen on hundreds of criminals but never imagined he'd wind up in himself.
He shivered, more out of apprehension and uncertainty than cold, and fought down yet another wave of claustrophobia. He'd been in tinier foxholes, but at least those he could leave - well if he wanted to get perforated with bullet holes he could, but somehow just having the option made all the difference.
Options.
He'd never considered them before. He was raised to follow orders and he'd followed them: his father's, his drill sergeant's, his C.O.'s, his government's.
He'd been ordered to spy, to go undercover, deep undercover.
He'd put his faith in those who he served in serving his country.
For the first time in his life, he was starting to doubt the wisdom of obedience.
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Pairing/Characters: Colby
Rating/Category: PG
Spoilers: Judgment Call, The Janus List
Summary: Colby questions his obedience as the walls close in on him
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
The cell was dank, concrete cold, and the chill sank into Colby's flesh through the coarse prison issue garb he'd seen on hundreds of criminals but never imagined he'd wind up in himself.
He shivered, more out of apprehension and uncertainty than cold, and fought down yet another wave of claustrophobia. He'd been in tinier foxholes, but at least those he could leave - well if he wanted to get perforated with bullet holes he could, but somehow just having the option made all the difference.
Options.
He'd never considered them before. He was raised to follow orders and he'd followed them: his father's, his drill sergeant's, his C.O.'s, his government's.
He'd been ordered to spy, to go undercover, deep undercover.
He'd put his faith in those who he served in serving his country.
For the first time in his life, he was starting to doubt the wisdom of obedience.
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