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Okay, I'm Bored
Now closed for prompts. Have too much writing to do for school.
So...prompt me. Please. This is partially boredom induced, and partially in preparation for an entire quarter of two (yes, read it, not one but TWO) intensive writing fiction-centric Uni courses, plus NaNoWriMo in November.
Comment on this post with a pairing and/or a prompt word and/or situation, get a mini-fic-thing. It may be a one-liner, it may be a full drabble, it may grow legs and eat my soul. Who knows?
Fandoms I can probably manage
Naruto
FF7 (would prefer not to do Advent Children, but could probably hack it)
Gundam Wing
Any of My Crew (obviously)
Ronin Warriors/Yoroiden Samurai Troopers (Maybe...it's been a LONG time)
Avatar: the Last Airbender
Pern/Crystal Singers (and pretty much anything else by Anne McCaffrey - I've been on a reading kick lately)
Anything else...well, run it by me. I might be able to manage. If I can't, I'll let you know and you can try with something else if you want.
Finished Prompts
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annie_chan's Prompt: Darryl as Kuja's Escort at an A-list Ball
They’d only been there for about an hour, and already Darryl was wondering if perhaps he should have left this particular duty up to someone else. He was fast discovering that a forty-eight hour stakeout was nothing compared to sixty minutes in the company of the WUN elite. How Kuja could enjoy things like this…
Yet another young woman broke away from a group of dilettantes and approached his seat among the tables scattered along two edges of the dance floor, her gleaming hair strategically coifed and face primped to synthetic perfection. She flashed dazzlingly bright teeth in a smile that was undoubtedly meant to be charming, but was completely wasted on Darryl, who simply tilted his head to better keep a line of sight on Kuja and the small knot of tuxedoed men that had formed around his friend.
“My friends and I don’t recognize you, and we thought you looked a bit left out, over here all by yourself. We were wondering if you’d like to join us.” She managed to look both poised and breathlessly anxious all at once, and Darryl was actually distracted for a moment as he considered all the practice such an expression must have required.
“No.”
She made a moue, before opening her mouth to speak again, but before she could get a word out they were interrupted by the WUNPO Director, who approached the table in full dress uniform with a small smile playing around her lips. “What on Earth are you doing in a place like this, Albin?”
Darryl respected Tekla, having heard plenty about her from Wren and Jian, and having himself dealt with her on several occasions, and so he shrugged one shoulder. “Friend needed an escort.” He knew she’d understand all that implied.
Tekla’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly for just a moment, then her face relaxed again. “Anything I ought to know about?”
“Doubt it.”
Tekla nodded once. “Enjoy the party, Albin.” That damnable smile was back, and the look she tossed him before she turned and walked away suggested that she had an inkling of just how much he disliked events like these.
The girl was still standing there, looking a bit put out, and Darryl considered the likelihood of her giving up and leaving if he continued to ignore her. Then she leaned forward again. Darryl let go of that momentary hope for reprieve and began to peruse his memories of the rather hasty shopping trip with a frantic Kuja earlier that day. Apparently Darryl didn’t own anything suitable for this kind of engagement, and then when they finally found something that met with Kuja’s expectations, there’d been an entirely new set of shops to go through until the silver-haired man had found a dress that coordinated with Darryl’s new white suit.
“Oh, you know Director Ahlstrom! Isn’t she wonderful? Say, if you know her, then you must know all about that new program that WUNPO is supposed to be working on. The satellite surveillance one…” The girl trailed off suggestively, her smile firmly back in place, and the question neatly interrupted Darryl’s reflections on the complications of finding shoes that matched his suit without compromising his mobility.
Darryl dragged his eyes away from where Kuja was laughing delicately at something, one gloved hand up in front of his lips and eyes sparkling, over to the girl’s face. His eyes narrowed and a swift, shallow mental probe confirmed his half-formed suspicions. “You have no security clearance. You should not be asking those kinds of questions.”
She opened her mouth again, but Darryl stood up. “I suggest you go back to your friends. No doubt they find your company entertaining.” He walked past her without waiting to see her response, though he could feel the offended outrage that flashed through the air behind him.
Not that it mattered. She was just trying to make conversation, not fishing for information about classified projects. Just another nobody who thought they were everything. There were so many, in places like these.
Kuja appeared at his elbow suddenly, and he blinked down at the slender form. It always startled him how Kuja could navigate a room like this without Darryl noticing, even when he was sure he’d been keeping an eye on him. “Kuja-dono. Did you want something?”
Kuja’s smile was more genuine than that girl’s could ever hope to be, for all that there was a bit of mischief in it as well. “Actually, yes, I do. You do realize that, as my escort, you should be dancing with me, yes?”
Darryl was able to restrain a wince. “Kuja-dono, it would probably be better if I observed you from the edge of the crowd.” Not that there was likely to be any point in trying to get out of it, if Kuja had his mind set. But it couldn’t hurt to try. “I’ll be able to detect any danger from the other guests much more efficiently if-”
“Surely your training can help you survive just one dance with me?” Kuja pouted, fingers playing with Darryl's bowtie. He straightened it, then absently smoothed it down and smiled up at Darryl. “I promise to behave.”
Darryl sighed, then held out his hand. “Alright, Kuja-dono.”
Capitulation really was worth the delighted expression on Kuja’s face, and he led his friend out onto the dance floor without any further hesitation. “I should warn you, it’s been a while since I’ve done any formal dancing.” He dropped one hand down, resting it on Kuja’s waist.
Kuja chuckled and set his free hand on Darryl’s shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
Drabble forgreenjudy's Prompt: FF7 Rude, Wall Market, and a Blue Suit
Rude stood outside the door of his usual drycleaner, staring at the “out of town for the week” sign dangling almost jauntily from the handle, and wondered why it was that nature – and fate – seemed to have it in for him today.
His suit – his perfectly tailored, blue, expensive Wutainese silk suit – was spattered with mud. Of course, since said mud had come from the streets of Wall Market, it undoubtedly included materials far less savory than a bit of moist dirt. Faced with this unexpected lack of drycleaner, he found himself briefly considering hunting down the idiot whose offending wheels – and the puddle they’d splashed through – had put the mud there. And doing something violently permanent to him.
“I still think this is some kind of new Tsengian method of punishing you for breaking dress code with the color on that one. Pavlovian conditioning, like.” There was far too much grin in the tone of those words.
Of course, he could always take it out on his electroprod-wielding partner. Strangely enough, the bleak thought didn’t bring him any real satisfaction.
He really liked this suit.
Drabble forsaintsavin's Prompt: A 2x4 That Isn't Noxiously Sappy
You know, the good Lady really got it all wrong when she pegged me as the ‘one that bears watching’ in our little group. Yeah, I come from a place that would make little Miss Princess Priss shit herself and cry for her dear departed mummy, but you know what…?
I don’t – in fact, none of us really does – have a thing on Quatre.
Heero’s a stone cold killer, that’s for sure, and I sure as hell wouldn’t want to get on his bad side. If he even has one. I’m really not sure he’d spare the energy to bother dealing with something like a little insult. He just goes and does what needs to be done, and devotes the rest of his time to training that perfect body of his – hey, I’m not dead, you know! I can admire. Anyway, he’s deadly, sure, but he’s so dedicated to the big, glorious Peace that it almost hurts. There’s no way in hell he’d do anything that might compromise that.
Wufei, now he’s got a temper. He’s got a short fuse and everyone who’s ever had the pleasure of dealing with him knows it. But he’s so damned controlled it just kills me. He takes all that righteous fury – or even mild indignation – and channels it into whatever he wants, and he’s gets so he’s like some implacable force of nature. And unless something happens that just saps all the Justice or whatever out of the ESUN, he’ll do anything he can to keep it running. I’ve spent some long stakeouts with him, and if you get him talking, you wouldn’t believe the things this guy thinks about. I used to figure he was pretty one-dimensional, you know? Just all about the big J, and that’s it. But he really does look at all angles of a thing before dealing with it. In fact, I think the only thing Une would ever have to worry about with him is the possibility that he’d get fed up with overlooking all the little, ‘petty’ crimes and go vigilante on her. Which really isn’t something that would bother her all that much, unless I’m totally off the mark on her.
Trowa’s honestly just a pretty good guy. He grew up rough, though in a totally different way than Heero or I did, but you’d never guess it just from looking at him. I suppose there’re some things that would make him a possible breach point – he’s damned good at pulling on those undercover roles of his and becoming them. But I’ve never once worried that he’d lose his focus, and neither has Une. He’s really a pack animal, when you get down to it. And we’re his pack.
Me, I’m not one for blind obedience, and I’m well aware that this ESUN peace-loving-government-thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. But I know what it was like before, and even the worst places now aren’t as bad as things were under the Alliance. So I’ll do my part to keep things clean, and I’ll support my team whenever and however I can, and the good Lady can sit on it for all I care. In all honesty, I’m glad this Peace thing isn’t perfect – if it was, I’d be heading for a bunker and getting ready to buckle down.
So when I’m woken up in the middle of the night by Quatre muttering to himself in his sleep, his face calm and empty and his fingers twitching like his hands are wrapped around the controls of a Mobile Suit or the stock of a gun, and I manage to catch a few words and realize what it is he’s talking about…
…well, I’m glad that I know that even if he does snap, I’ll already be well out of the blast radius.
I’ll admit, though…it’s made me hesitate a couple times, going into situations that I might not come back out of. Made me take a few less risks than I used to. Because I really don’t want to be responsible for setting him off.
Drabble foritherabbit's Prompt: Darryl and Talon. A red VW Rabbit. Near an airport.
There were times when Talon was very, very grateful for his less than respectful youth. Hauling ass through the airport parking garage while supporting a half-conscious Darryl stumbling along beside him with at least two shooters searching the dark concrete corners for them would make this one of those times. He spotted the unlocked back door on the old Volkswagen just as Darryl’s knees buckled, and he swore softly under his breath when he barely managed to hold them both up.
“Ah, shit, Darryl. Just hold on.” He propped his lover against the back of the car next to the Rabbit, holding Darryl up with one arm and shoving his gun into the front of his own pants to open the door. He reached around and unlocked the front door, swearing again when the blood on his fingers made it hard to get a grip on the little knob. They were on the passenger’s side of the car, and he opened the door before turning to Darryl. “Stay with me, Hero. Almost-”
Darryl’s hands caught at Talon’s jacket, his grip surprisingly firm despite the blood loss. His words were slurred, barely a mumble, but there was still bite in his tone. “Shut up. Your arm, it’s-”
“Fine,” Talon interrupted, and pulled Darryl toward him, turning and settling the other man into the empty seat in one smooth movement. “Unlike your stomach, which has been getting my jacket all bloody for the past five minutes now.” He leaned across his lover and popped up the lock on the driver’s side, then shut the passenger door and walked around the car.
Once in the car, he dug around in the glove box and found exactly what he was looking for – a metal bar, in this case with a small pointed hammer head on one end. Usually used for breaking open windows in the event of a crash in water, but it would serve him well enough. He wedged the hammer into the steering column and pried back the plastic, yanking out wires until he spotted the red ones he needed. He pulled them loose from the ignition and fished around for a few seconds more, digging the starter wire out of the mess and picking at it for a few seconds until bare metal was exposed. He touched the three wires together and gave the gas pedal a gentle tap.
The engine sputtered, then turned over and Talon had to bite back a sigh of relief. He dropped the wires and sat up, pulling the door shut and throwing the car into reverse, then easing it out of the parking spot. He glanced to the side. Darryl was watching him, eyes barely open and face ashen, but the corner of his mouth was turned up just a tad.
“You…looked like you’d done…at only yesterday…and every day til…now…”
“Yeah, some things are like riding a bike. You never forget them. Get your head down.” Talon drove slowly, hoping the men hunting for them wouldn’t realize their quarry was escaping, mixing in with the steady stream of traffic entering and leaving the parking facility. Trying to pretend the way Darryl’s voice was fading in and out didn’t have him scared shitless.
Darryl grunted softly and shifted, then folded himself forward, ducking out of sight. He didn’t make a sound, but Talon was watching and saw the tightness around the corners of his mouth.
“You need a hospital, Darryl.” The car made it into the light of the afternoon sun without any shouts or gunshots from inside the garage, and Talon drove toward the automated end of the ticket line. Machines didn’t ask questions about blood-covered drivers or their equally messy passengers.
“We need a hos…pital. There’s a hole…your arm…case you hadn’t noticed…”
Talon didn’t answer, instead finding the parking receipt on the dashboard and feeding it into the little slot on the automatic booth. He gave the machine cash when it flashed the total in glowing red digits on the display and pulled out onto the freeway ramp, not waiting for his change. The next person in line would get a nice surprise.
“You can sit up now, hero.”
“Fuck…you…” But Darryl unfolded himself slowly, wincing visibly now, an arm coming down to press against the blood-soaked front of his shirt. Talon reached over and buckled him in one-handed, merging onto the freeway as he did so, and then they were free of the airport and the danger there.
Fifteen minutes into the drive Darryl lost consciousness completely. Talon was about to pull the car off to the side of the road and try to bandage him up himself when he saw the international healthcare symbol, two snakes twining around a winged staff, flash by on a sign announcing an upcoming exit. He managed to cross the lanes just in time to get off, and followed the signs after that. Ten minutes later, he pulled them into the loading zone of the Emergency facility.
Talon got out, went around to the passenger side and opened the door, unbuckled his lover. Darryl’s eyes flicked open as he got his hands under Darryl’s arms and lifted him out.
“Oh…it’s red…hadn’t…noticed that…”
Talon could only blink stupidly at him, and by the time he’d figured out that Darryl was talking about the color of the peeling paint on the damned car they were surrounded by nurses and orderlies, and Darryl was being taken from his arms and loaded onto a stretcher. Someone was shining a light in his eyes while someone else cut the sleeve off his coat to get at his arm. He was pushed gently but firmly down into a wheelchair, and he was peripherally aware of people talking over his head as he watched his lover being wheeled away.
Talon snorted softly. “Idiot. Next time you decide to take a bullet for me I’m going to kick your ass.”
None of the hospital staff heard him, but he distinctly saw Darryl’s head turn, and caught a flicker of pale purple eyes before everything went dark.
In Progress Prompts
None - Closed for Prompts for Now
So...prompt me. Please. This is partially boredom induced, and partially in preparation for an entire quarter of two (yes, read it, not one but TWO) intensive writing fiction-centric Uni courses, plus NaNoWriMo in November.
Comment on this post with a pairing and/or a prompt word and/or situation, get a mini-fic-thing. It may be a one-liner, it may be a full drabble, it may grow legs and eat my soul. Who knows?
Fandoms I can probably manage
Naruto
FF7 (would prefer not to do Advent Children, but could probably hack it)
Gundam Wing
Any of My Crew (obviously)
Ronin Warriors/Yoroiden Samurai Troopers (Maybe...it's been a LONG time)
Avatar: the Last Airbender
Pern/Crystal Singers (and pretty much anything else by Anne McCaffrey - I've been on a reading kick lately)
Anything else...well, run it by me. I might be able to manage. If I can't, I'll let you know and you can try with something else if you want.
Finished Prompts
Drabble for
annie_chan's Prompt: Darryl as Kuja's Escort at an A-list BallThey’d only been there for about an hour, and already Darryl was wondering if perhaps he should have left this particular duty up to someone else. He was fast discovering that a forty-eight hour stakeout was nothing compared to sixty minutes in the company of the WUN elite. How Kuja could enjoy things like this…
Yet another young woman broke away from a group of dilettantes and approached his seat among the tables scattered along two edges of the dance floor, her gleaming hair strategically coifed and face primped to synthetic perfection. She flashed dazzlingly bright teeth in a smile that was undoubtedly meant to be charming, but was completely wasted on Darryl, who simply tilted his head to better keep a line of sight on Kuja and the small knot of tuxedoed men that had formed around his friend.
“My friends and I don’t recognize you, and we thought you looked a bit left out, over here all by yourself. We were wondering if you’d like to join us.” She managed to look both poised and breathlessly anxious all at once, and Darryl was actually distracted for a moment as he considered all the practice such an expression must have required.
“No.”
She made a moue, before opening her mouth to speak again, but before she could get a word out they were interrupted by the WUNPO Director, who approached the table in full dress uniform with a small smile playing around her lips. “What on Earth are you doing in a place like this, Albin?”
Darryl respected Tekla, having heard plenty about her from Wren and Jian, and having himself dealt with her on several occasions, and so he shrugged one shoulder. “Friend needed an escort.” He knew she’d understand all that implied.
Tekla’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly for just a moment, then her face relaxed again. “Anything I ought to know about?”
“Doubt it.”
Tekla nodded once. “Enjoy the party, Albin.” That damnable smile was back, and the look she tossed him before she turned and walked away suggested that she had an inkling of just how much he disliked events like these.
The girl was still standing there, looking a bit put out, and Darryl considered the likelihood of her giving up and leaving if he continued to ignore her. Then she leaned forward again. Darryl let go of that momentary hope for reprieve and began to peruse his memories of the rather hasty shopping trip with a frantic Kuja earlier that day. Apparently Darryl didn’t own anything suitable for this kind of engagement, and then when they finally found something that met with Kuja’s expectations, there’d been an entirely new set of shops to go through until the silver-haired man had found a dress that coordinated with Darryl’s new white suit.
“Oh, you know Director Ahlstrom! Isn’t she wonderful? Say, if you know her, then you must know all about that new program that WUNPO is supposed to be working on. The satellite surveillance one…” The girl trailed off suggestively, her smile firmly back in place, and the question neatly interrupted Darryl’s reflections on the complications of finding shoes that matched his suit without compromising his mobility.
Darryl dragged his eyes away from where Kuja was laughing delicately at something, one gloved hand up in front of his lips and eyes sparkling, over to the girl’s face. His eyes narrowed and a swift, shallow mental probe confirmed his half-formed suspicions. “You have no security clearance. You should not be asking those kinds of questions.”
She opened her mouth again, but Darryl stood up. “I suggest you go back to your friends. No doubt they find your company entertaining.” He walked past her without waiting to see her response, though he could feel the offended outrage that flashed through the air behind him.
Not that it mattered. She was just trying to make conversation, not fishing for information about classified projects. Just another nobody who thought they were everything. There were so many, in places like these.
Kuja appeared at his elbow suddenly, and he blinked down at the slender form. It always startled him how Kuja could navigate a room like this without Darryl noticing, even when he was sure he’d been keeping an eye on him. “Kuja-dono. Did you want something?”
Kuja’s smile was more genuine than that girl’s could ever hope to be, for all that there was a bit of mischief in it as well. “Actually, yes, I do. You do realize that, as my escort, you should be dancing with me, yes?”
Darryl was able to restrain a wince. “Kuja-dono, it would probably be better if I observed you from the edge of the crowd.” Not that there was likely to be any point in trying to get out of it, if Kuja had his mind set. But it couldn’t hurt to try. “I’ll be able to detect any danger from the other guests much more efficiently if-”
“Surely your training can help you survive just one dance with me?” Kuja pouted, fingers playing with Darryl's bowtie. He straightened it, then absently smoothed it down and smiled up at Darryl. “I promise to behave.”
Darryl sighed, then held out his hand. “Alright, Kuja-dono.”
Capitulation really was worth the delighted expression on Kuja’s face, and he led his friend out onto the dance floor without any further hesitation. “I should warn you, it’s been a while since I’ve done any formal dancing.” He dropped one hand down, resting it on Kuja’s waist.
Kuja chuckled and set his free hand on Darryl’s shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
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greenjudy's Prompt: FF7 Rude, Wall Market, and a Blue SuitRude stood outside the door of his usual drycleaner, staring at the “out of town for the week” sign dangling almost jauntily from the handle, and wondered why it was that nature – and fate – seemed to have it in for him today.
His suit – his perfectly tailored, blue, expensive Wutainese silk suit – was spattered with mud. Of course, since said mud had come from the streets of Wall Market, it undoubtedly included materials far less savory than a bit of moist dirt. Faced with this unexpected lack of drycleaner, he found himself briefly considering hunting down the idiot whose offending wheels – and the puddle they’d splashed through – had put the mud there. And doing something violently permanent to him.
“I still think this is some kind of new Tsengian method of punishing you for breaking dress code with the color on that one. Pavlovian conditioning, like.” There was far too much grin in the tone of those words.
Of course, he could always take it out on his electroprod-wielding partner. Strangely enough, the bleak thought didn’t bring him any real satisfaction.
He really liked this suit.
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saintsavin's Prompt: A 2x4 That Isn't Noxiously SappyYou know, the good Lady really got it all wrong when she pegged me as the ‘one that bears watching’ in our little group. Yeah, I come from a place that would make little Miss Princess Priss shit herself and cry for her dear departed mummy, but you know what…?
I don’t – in fact, none of us really does – have a thing on Quatre.
Heero’s a stone cold killer, that’s for sure, and I sure as hell wouldn’t want to get on his bad side. If he even has one. I’m really not sure he’d spare the energy to bother dealing with something like a little insult. He just goes and does what needs to be done, and devotes the rest of his time to training that perfect body of his – hey, I’m not dead, you know! I can admire. Anyway, he’s deadly, sure, but he’s so dedicated to the big, glorious Peace that it almost hurts. There’s no way in hell he’d do anything that might compromise that.
Wufei, now he’s got a temper. He’s got a short fuse and everyone who’s ever had the pleasure of dealing with him knows it. But he’s so damned controlled it just kills me. He takes all that righteous fury – or even mild indignation – and channels it into whatever he wants, and he’s gets so he’s like some implacable force of nature. And unless something happens that just saps all the Justice or whatever out of the ESUN, he’ll do anything he can to keep it running. I’ve spent some long stakeouts with him, and if you get him talking, you wouldn’t believe the things this guy thinks about. I used to figure he was pretty one-dimensional, you know? Just all about the big J, and that’s it. But he really does look at all angles of a thing before dealing with it. In fact, I think the only thing Une would ever have to worry about with him is the possibility that he’d get fed up with overlooking all the little, ‘petty’ crimes and go vigilante on her. Which really isn’t something that would bother her all that much, unless I’m totally off the mark on her.
Trowa’s honestly just a pretty good guy. He grew up rough, though in a totally different way than Heero or I did, but you’d never guess it just from looking at him. I suppose there’re some things that would make him a possible breach point – he’s damned good at pulling on those undercover roles of his and becoming them. But I’ve never once worried that he’d lose his focus, and neither has Une. He’s really a pack animal, when you get down to it. And we’re his pack.
Me, I’m not one for blind obedience, and I’m well aware that this ESUN peace-loving-government-thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. But I know what it was like before, and even the worst places now aren’t as bad as things were under the Alliance. So I’ll do my part to keep things clean, and I’ll support my team whenever and however I can, and the good Lady can sit on it for all I care. In all honesty, I’m glad this Peace thing isn’t perfect – if it was, I’d be heading for a bunker and getting ready to buckle down.
So when I’m woken up in the middle of the night by Quatre muttering to himself in his sleep, his face calm and empty and his fingers twitching like his hands are wrapped around the controls of a Mobile Suit or the stock of a gun, and I manage to catch a few words and realize what it is he’s talking about…
…well, I’m glad that I know that even if he does snap, I’ll already be well out of the blast radius.
I’ll admit, though…it’s made me hesitate a couple times, going into situations that I might not come back out of. Made me take a few less risks than I used to. Because I really don’t want to be responsible for setting him off.
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itherabbit's Prompt: Darryl and Talon. A red VW Rabbit. Near an airport.There were times when Talon was very, very grateful for his less than respectful youth. Hauling ass through the airport parking garage while supporting a half-conscious Darryl stumbling along beside him with at least two shooters searching the dark concrete corners for them would make this one of those times. He spotted the unlocked back door on the old Volkswagen just as Darryl’s knees buckled, and he swore softly under his breath when he barely managed to hold them both up.
“Ah, shit, Darryl. Just hold on.” He propped his lover against the back of the car next to the Rabbit, holding Darryl up with one arm and shoving his gun into the front of his own pants to open the door. He reached around and unlocked the front door, swearing again when the blood on his fingers made it hard to get a grip on the little knob. They were on the passenger’s side of the car, and he opened the door before turning to Darryl. “Stay with me, Hero. Almost-”
Darryl’s hands caught at Talon’s jacket, his grip surprisingly firm despite the blood loss. His words were slurred, barely a mumble, but there was still bite in his tone. “Shut up. Your arm, it’s-”
“Fine,” Talon interrupted, and pulled Darryl toward him, turning and settling the other man into the empty seat in one smooth movement. “Unlike your stomach, which has been getting my jacket all bloody for the past five minutes now.” He leaned across his lover and popped up the lock on the driver’s side, then shut the passenger door and walked around the car.
Once in the car, he dug around in the glove box and found exactly what he was looking for – a metal bar, in this case with a small pointed hammer head on one end. Usually used for breaking open windows in the event of a crash in water, but it would serve him well enough. He wedged the hammer into the steering column and pried back the plastic, yanking out wires until he spotted the red ones he needed. He pulled them loose from the ignition and fished around for a few seconds more, digging the starter wire out of the mess and picking at it for a few seconds until bare metal was exposed. He touched the three wires together and gave the gas pedal a gentle tap.
The engine sputtered, then turned over and Talon had to bite back a sigh of relief. He dropped the wires and sat up, pulling the door shut and throwing the car into reverse, then easing it out of the parking spot. He glanced to the side. Darryl was watching him, eyes barely open and face ashen, but the corner of his mouth was turned up just a tad.
“You…looked like you’d done…at only yesterday…and every day til…now…”
“Yeah, some things are like riding a bike. You never forget them. Get your head down.” Talon drove slowly, hoping the men hunting for them wouldn’t realize their quarry was escaping, mixing in with the steady stream of traffic entering and leaving the parking facility. Trying to pretend the way Darryl’s voice was fading in and out didn’t have him scared shitless.
Darryl grunted softly and shifted, then folded himself forward, ducking out of sight. He didn’t make a sound, but Talon was watching and saw the tightness around the corners of his mouth.
“You need a hospital, Darryl.” The car made it into the light of the afternoon sun without any shouts or gunshots from inside the garage, and Talon drove toward the automated end of the ticket line. Machines didn’t ask questions about blood-covered drivers or their equally messy passengers.
“We need a hos…pital. There’s a hole…your arm…case you hadn’t noticed…”
Talon didn’t answer, instead finding the parking receipt on the dashboard and feeding it into the little slot on the automatic booth. He gave the machine cash when it flashed the total in glowing red digits on the display and pulled out onto the freeway ramp, not waiting for his change. The next person in line would get a nice surprise.
“You can sit up now, hero.”
“Fuck…you…” But Darryl unfolded himself slowly, wincing visibly now, an arm coming down to press against the blood-soaked front of his shirt. Talon reached over and buckled him in one-handed, merging onto the freeway as he did so, and then they were free of the airport and the danger there.
Fifteen minutes into the drive Darryl lost consciousness completely. Talon was about to pull the car off to the side of the road and try to bandage him up himself when he saw the international healthcare symbol, two snakes twining around a winged staff, flash by on a sign announcing an upcoming exit. He managed to cross the lanes just in time to get off, and followed the signs after that. Ten minutes later, he pulled them into the loading zone of the Emergency facility.
Talon got out, went around to the passenger side and opened the door, unbuckled his lover. Darryl’s eyes flicked open as he got his hands under Darryl’s arms and lifted him out.
“Oh…it’s red…hadn’t…noticed that…”
Talon could only blink stupidly at him, and by the time he’d figured out that Darryl was talking about the color of the peeling paint on the damned car they were surrounded by nurses and orderlies, and Darryl was being taken from his arms and loaded onto a stretcher. Someone was shining a light in his eyes while someone else cut the sleeve off his coat to get at his arm. He was pushed gently but firmly down into a wheelchair, and he was peripherally aware of people talking over his head as he watched his lover being wheeled away.
Talon snorted softly. “Idiot. Next time you decide to take a bullet for me I’m going to kick your ass.”
None of the hospital staff heard him, but he distinctly saw Darryl’s head turn, and caught a flicker of pale purple eyes before everything went dark.
In Progress Prompts
None - Closed for Prompts for Now
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FF7. Rude. Blue suit; Wall Market.
Any pairing you please--or none at all, your choice.
XD
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8-D
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And there might - if you tilt your head and squint - be a tiny bit of sap in there, but since the implication is that Quatre is a complete psychopath, I think it's muted, don't you?
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Perfectly balanced, fabulous Duo, non-forced accepting of Quatres insanity. Mwah! Delicious! *licklick* XD
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"Surely your training can help you survive just one dance with me?" Kuja pouted, fingers playing with Darryl's bowtie.
Something awkward and cute for me, please? Perhaps a night out to an A-List ball where Kuja needs both bodyguard and partner? <3
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Don't worry Darryl, I'm sure you'll avoid Kuja's dainty toes and he'll thank you with a kiss for your troubles <3
*squish* Thanks so much Kiiyyaaaa <3
-Annay
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(Have I ever told you I have a secret longing to see Darryl dressed in a white suit?)
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I'll have to see now about getting a white suit for Darryl. Hm. Maybe 4D will come out with something simple...
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I hereby declare you the ruler of the known universe. ♥ Highly awesome stuff, right there. (And the other prompts were pretty damn great too.)
Man, I love them together so, so much. I want to read more of your stories!!!
am I too late?
hnn...how about...Big Bu and Luke. :D Cause I lurv them.
And..the situation..is...Bu has been missing for a few days, but is suddenly delivered (literally) to Luke's place tied up/restrained in a big purple silk bow. 8D *tard*
And if you're up for another one, Present day Marduk and Umbrae sparring....in the rain. XD
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