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meridian_roseTitle: Nil Desperandum
Word Count: 511
Rating: PG-13
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.
Summary: Brody, underdog scientist, isn't concerned to find himself marooned. He's sure he can save the day, just like in the movies.
Notes: For the writerverse original fic challenge, inspired by the dial a prompt sequence: Protagonist – student, antagonist – mechanic, plot – Underdog, setting - marooned on an island, time – 1991, significant item - a chihuahua, character trait - carelessness.
Brody pushed his glasses back onto his face, determined and optimistic. There wasn't anything he couldn't accomplish so long as he had caffeine and his glasses, and he had a flask full of Starbuck's coffee in his luggage.
It wasn't his fault the ship had malfunctioned and marooned him on this desert island, although yes, it was careless of him to not have packed anything except clean clothes and his laptop and a first aid kit. Though not quite as careless as the time he'd left his ID at a coffee shop and someone (probably his nemesis, Anders) had stolen it and used it to break into the university computer lab.
He suspected Anders had been behind the sabotage, using his mechanical skills to disable the ship. No matter, Brody could rescue himself and get to the science show on time and save the day and get first prize.
For one thing, he had Gibby, and who was laughing now at him insisting on a doggy life jacket? While Anders thought Gibby was just a silly Chihuahua, he was mistaken. True, Gibby was very silly, though Brody didn't know any other Chihuahuas and so whether silliness was an inherent characteristic of the breed, or as a result of the tinkering with Gibby's genes that Brody had been experimenting with.
Additionally, Anders didn't know that Gibby's collar was a USB flash drive with the Secret Formula hidden on it. Brody had seen something similar on "Men in Black", and Anders never watched movies, so it served Anders right. Brody loved movies, loved the wild rides, and loved critiquing the bad science in them afterwards.
1991 had been the year Anders had sworn to destroy Brody. Which, given Anders's handsome countenance and genius mechanical skills, against Brody's average looks and genius intellect hampered by average technical skills, seemed unfair and an overreaction. Brody hadn't meant to steal Anders's girlfriend and in truth she hadn't liked Brody, she was just using him to get into the lab and steal supplies. Anders was never one to listen to reason, preferring revenge.
2001, however, was the year that Brody, in his final year of studies and about to be Dr Brody Somers, was going to embarrass Anders into oblivion.
Brody the gifted idiot, the one always without a date, the last past the post, the second place contender, the beta, was done. Brody was going to get off this island and take his rightful place in the scientific community. He was going to prove that he was deserving of a PhD in Awesomeness.
He just had to get off the island first.
Gibby peed on the coconut Brody had carefully chosen as being exactly the right dimensions for his cunning plan to get them off the island. He gave a cheerful yelp, curled up, and went to sleep.
Brody sighed. Back to the drawing board. In this case, back to drawing in the sand with a pointy stick. Still, nil desperandum. If he'd learnt anything from otherwise inaccurate movies, it was that the underdog always won.
Word Count: 511
Rating: PG-13
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.
Summary: Brody, underdog scientist, isn't concerned to find himself marooned. He's sure he can save the day, just like in the movies.
Notes: For the writerverse original fic challenge, inspired by the dial a prompt sequence: Protagonist – student, antagonist – mechanic, plot – Underdog, setting - marooned on an island, time – 1991, significant item - a chihuahua, character trait - carelessness.
Brody pushed his glasses back onto his face, determined and optimistic. There wasn't anything he couldn't accomplish so long as he had caffeine and his glasses, and he had a flask full of Starbuck's coffee in his luggage.
It wasn't his fault the ship had malfunctioned and marooned him on this desert island, although yes, it was careless of him to not have packed anything except clean clothes and his laptop and a first aid kit. Though not quite as careless as the time he'd left his ID at a coffee shop and someone (probably his nemesis, Anders) had stolen it and used it to break into the university computer lab.
He suspected Anders had been behind the sabotage, using his mechanical skills to disable the ship. No matter, Brody could rescue himself and get to the science show on time and save the day and get first prize.
For one thing, he had Gibby, and who was laughing now at him insisting on a doggy life jacket? While Anders thought Gibby was just a silly Chihuahua, he was mistaken. True, Gibby was very silly, though Brody didn't know any other Chihuahuas and so whether silliness was an inherent characteristic of the breed, or as a result of the tinkering with Gibby's genes that Brody had been experimenting with.
Additionally, Anders didn't know that Gibby's collar was a USB flash drive with the Secret Formula hidden on it. Brody had seen something similar on "Men in Black", and Anders never watched movies, so it served Anders right. Brody loved movies, loved the wild rides, and loved critiquing the bad science in them afterwards.
1991 had been the year Anders had sworn to destroy Brody. Which, given Anders's handsome countenance and genius mechanical skills, against Brody's average looks and genius intellect hampered by average technical skills, seemed unfair and an overreaction. Brody hadn't meant to steal Anders's girlfriend and in truth she hadn't liked Brody, she was just using him to get into the lab and steal supplies. Anders was never one to listen to reason, preferring revenge.
2001, however, was the year that Brody, in his final year of studies and about to be Dr Brody Somers, was going to embarrass Anders into oblivion.
Brody the gifted idiot, the one always without a date, the last past the post, the second place contender, the beta, was done. Brody was going to get off this island and take his rightful place in the scientific community. He was going to prove that he was deserving of a PhD in Awesomeness.
He just had to get off the island first.
Gibby peed on the coconut Brody had carefully chosen as being exactly the right dimensions for his cunning plan to get them off the island. He gave a cheerful yelp, curled up, and went to sleep.
Brody sighed. Back to the drawing board. In this case, back to drawing in the sand with a pointy stick. Still, nil desperandum. If he'd learnt anything from otherwise inaccurate movies, it was that the underdog always won.
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