Fic: The Worst Day
I'm thinking that this will fit into my AU, but I don't know where yet. Fine to read as a stand alone fic though. I have a bit of a sequel in mind, but it may be a while before it gets written... XD
Title: The Worst Day
Pairing: Rictor/Shatterstar
Rating: PG
Warnings: Violence, but nothing graphic.
Summary: The worst day of 'Star's life.
There was a loud, ringing explosion somewhere behind him, so he swiftly dispatched his current opponent and spun around to survey the damage. That was when he saw Rictor flung to the ground, landing awkwardly, arms and legs splayed haphazardly like a doll. Moments passed like hours, but still he didn’t move. Why wouldn’t he get up?
“Julio!” He cried, sprinting towards his fallen comrade, no longer caring about the battle raging around him. He dropped to his knees at Rictor’s side, frantically checking for life signs, hardly even acknowledging his actions when his lover’s would be killer attempted to get him while he was distracted. The swords strapped to one arm slid out almost of their own accord, straight into the man’s stomach. The victim’s eyes widened in shock, and subsequently he slumped backwards, crumpling to the floor as the blades retracted once more. The erratic pulse he could feel was fading. He pressed his fingers harder against the wrist, refusing to accept that his best friend was slipping away. He’d already lost him once; he wasn’t about to let him go again.
“Fekt!” He growled, “¡Vamos*, Julio! Don’t you dare!” The languages in his head ran together, coming out in a garbled string of sentences, although the meaning was fairly obvious, his distress showing through clear as day in his expression and actions.
And then Jamie was crouching next to him, or at least one of the Jamie’s, he was never certain which was the true Jamie, and which were just dupes. Other than acknowledging the fact that he wasn’t about to attack them, he paid him just as much attention as he had the recently alive corpse beside him. Rictor’s heartbeat was stuttering now, and he was surprised to see a few drops of moisture land on his face, not immediately realising the droplets were his own tears. Jamie hurriedly stood again and dashed off, yelling into his communicator something about how they needed an elixir immediately. He ignored his team leader, focusing solely on Rictor, and wished desperately, not for the first time, that he wasn’t the only one with a healing factor.
The sounds of the battle had faded too, but he still didn’t move, still clutching Rictor’s wrist as if letting go would be the spark that would bring on his death. This was definitely the worst day of his life, both on Earth and on Mojoworld.
*Vamos is supposed to be the translation for 'come on', but I don't speak much Spanish, so this may be wrong. Feel free to correct me if this is the case.
Title: The Worst Day
Pairing: Rictor/Shatterstar
Rating: PG
Warnings: Violence, but nothing graphic.
Summary: The worst day of 'Star's life.
There was a loud, ringing explosion somewhere behind him, so he swiftly dispatched his current opponent and spun around to survey the damage. That was when he saw Rictor flung to the ground, landing awkwardly, arms and legs splayed haphazardly like a doll. Moments passed like hours, but still he didn’t move. Why wouldn’t he get up?
“Julio!” He cried, sprinting towards his fallen comrade, no longer caring about the battle raging around him. He dropped to his knees at Rictor’s side, frantically checking for life signs, hardly even acknowledging his actions when his lover’s would be killer attempted to get him while he was distracted. The swords strapped to one arm slid out almost of their own accord, straight into the man’s stomach. The victim’s eyes widened in shock, and subsequently he slumped backwards, crumpling to the floor as the blades retracted once more. The erratic pulse he could feel was fading. He pressed his fingers harder against the wrist, refusing to accept that his best friend was slipping away. He’d already lost him once; he wasn’t about to let him go again.
“Fekt!” He growled, “¡Vamos*, Julio! Don’t you dare!” The languages in his head ran together, coming out in a garbled string of sentences, although the meaning was fairly obvious, his distress showing through clear as day in his expression and actions.
And then Jamie was crouching next to him, or at least one of the Jamie’s, he was never certain which was the true Jamie, and which were just dupes. Other than acknowledging the fact that he wasn’t about to attack them, he paid him just as much attention as he had the recently alive corpse beside him. Rictor’s heartbeat was stuttering now, and he was surprised to see a few drops of moisture land on his face, not immediately realising the droplets were his own tears. Jamie hurriedly stood again and dashed off, yelling into his communicator something about how they needed an elixir immediately. He ignored his team leader, focusing solely on Rictor, and wished desperately, not for the first time, that he wasn’t the only one with a healing factor.
The sounds of the battle had faded too, but he still didn’t move, still clutching Rictor’s wrist as if letting go would be the spark that would bring on his death. This was definitely the worst day of his life, both on Earth and on Mojoworld.
*Vamos is supposed to be the translation for 'come on', but I don't speak much Spanish, so this may be wrong. Feel free to correct me if this is the case.