Mina, how do you write such awesome fic???? *flails* This was so awesome good. :D
He had been too naive. He had thought there was hope for New Krypton, hope for a new beginning. A world without war. Peace for Earth and New Krypton alike, and maybe one day...
*huggles Clark*
It felt like it was the first time it had beaten in a year.
*wibbles*
Instead, he held him in his arms and stroked his hair through the night.
Which is how Clark knew it was only a dream.
*sniffles a lot*
Clark's eyes snapped open, the whisper in his head completely unexpected. He didn't know the soldier, but he knew his voice. ::J'onn?::
J'ONN!!!!!!!!! *flails*
When the night shift started and the guards in front of his cells changed, he recognized one of the new guards. The proud stance, the set of her shoulders. Dark hair pulled back, her skin like alabaster.
*flails again* OMG, I loved how everyone showed up. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! :D
The tests became more invasive, different light frequencies being tested, some of them healing, some of them hurting. The days were a blur of discomfort and humiliation and pain. He didn't hear any news, if the truce had held, if New Krypton was in orbit, if Earth was being ravaged by war.
*sniffles and hugs Clark carefully* What he went through..! *hugs him again*
And because he couldn't bear to harbor more groundless hope, he stopped sleeping.
*wibbles* Noooooo, Clark!!!
"There you are," Karen whispered, and she grabbed his arm.
Eeee, Karen!
he felt a bit out of place being the only one wearing his bright colors.
*pets Clark*
"We say, it's all of us in this together. Earth and New Krypton need not to fear each other. You spoke of power imbalance, of their strength being necessarily a threat to Earth's survival. We're Earth's guardians. We do not rule the nations of this Earth, nor do we want to, but we have the power to protect her. That includes protecting it from people like you."
*cheers Diana*
Bruce would usually lean against him when he did that. The empty space beside him made his mouth taste like ashes.
*wibbles again*
In a world of miracles, where friends came back from the grave, Bruce would not stay idle, he would fight, he would plan, he would find a way to stop the madness.
*flails* *hearts Bruce*
Without transition, Bruce was in his arms and he was burrowing his face in the crook of his neck, hot tears down his cheeks as he laughed. Bruce's arms around him were impossibly tight, his scent overpowering, his voice a beacon as he chuckled, one of his hands cradling Clark's skull. Clark's knees gave and then they were on the floor, and Bruce was holding him, stroking his hair, his breathing erratic -he couldn't be sobbing because he wasn't crying like Clark, who was crying and didn't give a damn, not after a month of torture and a year of mourning- and his body solid and warm against his.
*wibbles and flails and squees*
Bruce nodded, frowning thoughtfully. "I would have. But I couldn't bear to... be there. See you and not... not help you. I would have blown our cover. I'm sorry." He sighed and shook his head. "I'm such a coward."
*huggles Bruce*
Bruce made a little desperate sound and held him tighter. "Augh, Clark."
*echoes Bruce*
"Will you be here when I wake up?"
Bruce took a deep breath, his chest heaving against Clark. "Every time."
*wibbles and flails again*
Eeeeee, Mina, this was so awesome! I love it when you write the heroes kicking ass, it's always so brilliant. :D
Yay!! So glad you liked this, Star! how are you doing? feeling a bit more energetic, I hope? +hugs+ I had lots of fun writing this, Clark was so brave and strong! he's wonderful, selfless and dignified and gorgeous :3 And then he's too tireddd and hurt and Bruce really wants him to understand! but I'm sure as soon as Clark feels a bit better he's going to be thinking back to this and he's going to be all 'I see! dang! missed smooching opportunities!' :P
I loved writing cameos for a lot of the dead heroes. I hope Blackest Night or Brightest Day brings them back! I miss them!
I am so happy you enjoyed this!! thank you so much for reading :D your drabble is up next in my list to write, I think! I only have 3 more left to write! +runs to post the others+
He had been too naive. He had thought there was hope for New Krypton, hope for a new beginning. A world without war. Peace for Earth and New Krypton alike, and maybe one day...
*huggles Clark*
It felt like it was the first time it had beaten in a year.
*wibbles*
Instead, he held him in his arms and stroked his hair through the night.
Which is how Clark knew it was only a dream.
*sniffles a lot*
Clark's eyes snapped open, the whisper in his head completely unexpected. He didn't know the soldier, but he knew his voice. ::J'onn?::
J'ONN!!!!!!!!! *flails*
When the night shift started and the guards in front of his cells changed, he recognized one of the new guards. The proud stance, the set of her shoulders. Dark hair pulled back, her skin like alabaster.
*flails again* OMG, I loved how everyone showed up. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! :D
The tests became more invasive, different light frequencies being tested, some of them healing, some of them hurting. The days were a blur of discomfort and humiliation and pain. He didn't hear any news, if the truce had held, if New Krypton was in orbit, if Earth was being ravaged by war.
*sniffles and hugs Clark carefully* What he went through..! *hugs him again*
And because he couldn't bear to harbor more groundless hope, he stopped sleeping.
*wibbles* Noooooo, Clark!!!
"There you are," Karen whispered, and she grabbed his arm.
Eeee, Karen!
he felt a bit out of place being the only one wearing his bright colors.
*pets Clark*
"We say, it's all of us in this together. Earth and New Krypton need not to fear each other. You spoke of power imbalance, of their strength being necessarily a threat to Earth's survival. We're Earth's guardians. We do not rule the nations of this Earth, nor do we want to, but we have the power to protect her. That includes protecting it from people like you."
*cheers Diana*
Bruce would usually lean against him when he did that. The empty space beside him made his mouth taste like ashes.
*wibbles again*
In a world of miracles, where friends came back from the grave, Bruce would not stay idle, he would fight, he would plan, he would find a way to stop the madness.
*flails* *hearts Bruce*
Without transition, Bruce was in his arms and he was burrowing his face in the crook of his neck, hot tears down his cheeks as he laughed. Bruce's arms around him were impossibly tight, his scent overpowering, his voice a beacon as he chuckled, one of his hands cradling Clark's skull. Clark's knees gave and then they were on the floor, and Bruce was holding him, stroking his hair, his breathing erratic -he couldn't be sobbing because he wasn't crying like Clark, who was crying and didn't give a damn, not after a month of torture and a year of mourning- and his body solid and warm against his.
*wibbles and flails and squees*
Bruce nodded, frowning thoughtfully. "I would have. But I couldn't bear to... be there. See you and not... not help you. I would have blown our cover. I'm sorry." He sighed and shook his head. "I'm such a coward."
*huggles Bruce*
Bruce made a little desperate sound and held him tighter. "Augh, Clark."
*echoes Bruce*
"Will you be here when I wake up?"
Bruce took a deep breath, his chest heaving against Clark. "Every time."
*wibbles and flails again*
Eeeeee, Mina, this was so awesome! I love it when you write the heroes kicking ass, it's always so brilliant. :D
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I loved writing cameos for a lot of the dead heroes. I hope Blackest Night or Brightest Day brings them back! I miss them!
I am so happy you enjoyed this!! thank you so much for reading :D your drabble is up next in my list to write, I think! I only have 3 more left to write! +runs to post the others+
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