Heroic Dramatics Chapter Ten
Title: Heroic Dramatics
Author:
butterflyslinky
Pairing(s): Eventual Linkara/Spoonette; Spoony/80s Chick; one-sided Linksano/Spoonette
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 17,778
Warning(s): Violence, off-screen character death
Summary: Having been rejected as an actress and with nothing left to lose, Spoonette takes her brother’s place in the US Space Corps to fight off the coming threat of Lord Vyce. Now, she has to deal with army drills, her high school stalker with the ability to hack the Pentagon, and a captain who is both way hot and way annoying. Bogus.
Author’s Note: Inspired by this prompt, though I don’t really know if it qualifies as a fill for it. Special thanks to pompoko and
ladydiskette for beta-ing, and of course
trulyamindlost,
robynred, and
lizynob for their lovely bonus content
Spoonette didn’t remember much after that. She knew that a rescue crew came, and she knew that she was taken to a hospital, but after that, it was all a blur.
The first thing she was aware of after that was someone holding her hand. She opened her eyes and smiled, because Spoony was there, green eyes exhausted, angry, frightened, and relieved as he looked at her.
“You,” he said upon seeing that she was awake. “Are the dumbest girl in all of America.”
Her smile grew. “I missed you too.”
He laughed and then there were tears from both of them as they embraced. Spoony held onto her for a long time, crying into her neck and petting her hair. And she held him as best as she could with her wrist braced, also crying, relieved to be alive and seeing him again.
They broke apart eventually, Spoony studying her closely. “I think I still look better,” he teased.
“I’ve been living on army rations and just got the crap kicked out of me by a space lord,” she snapped. “When did you get here, anyway?”
“Yesterday,” he said. “Schlumper called me three days ago and explained everything, so we caught the first flight out…80s Chick is down in the cafeteria with Ava, she’s already decided that Admiral Lovhaug is a dreamboat and you need to bring him home with you…”
“Ava?” Spoonette interrupted.
“Our baby?” Spoony said as though it was obvious. “Ava Tara Antwiler.”
“Has it been that long?” Spoonette said wonderingly.
Spoony nodded. “Yeah…but it’s okay now. Everything’s been worked out with the military-they figured out what happened but decided to ignore it and as soon as you’re released they want to hold some big ceremony and pin a bunch of medals on you.”
“Wonderful,” Spoonette muttered. “So tell me about what you’ve been doing.”
He did, though it wasn’t much, just normal life with 80s Chick, writing under a pseudonym, seeing Ava born and looking after her. It was a simple, joyful life, marred by worry over Spoonette. She felt a slight pang of guilt, but not regret. After all, her brother got to live his life.
And she had gotten to find hers.
80s Chick returned soon, baby in hand, though she handed Ava to Spoony immediately so she could hug Spoonette and confirm that Linkara was a “major hottie.” Spoonette could only laugh and agree. They talked for another hour until Spoonette grew tired again and the others left to let her sleep.
*
Linkara came in a few days later, all stiff professionalism and crisp uniform and awkward posturing.
Spoonette didn’t know how it had taken her so long to fall in love with him.
“How are you, Captain?” he asked.
“I’m all right,” she said. “The doctors are planning to release me next week, though I’ll be on crutches for a while.”
He nodded. “Good,” he said. There was a long silence before he spoke again. “You’ve been shortlisted for almost every award there is. It’s going to be a very long ceremony…oh, and they want your measurements for a dress uniform.”
“Well, that’s not a very polite thing to ask a lady,” Spoonette said with a smirk.
Linkara laughed. “Well, that’s why we have Linksano and your sister-in-law here,” he said.
“Traitors,” Spoonette muttered. “I was going to let you take me out for a drink and find them out for yourself.” Linkara blushed and she laughed again before growing serious again. “What have they done with Vyce?”
“Imprisoned,” Linkara said. “Guantanamo for life. They couldn’t justify anything else.”
Spoonette nodded. “Good.”
They fell silent again, just looking at each other. Finally, Linkara spoke again. “So what do you plan to do next?”
She didn’t answer for a long time. Finally, she answered, “I don’t know…I guess I’ll go back to LA…get on with my life…see if I can be an actress now with a huge scar on my chest that keeps me out of the B-movies.” She didn’t sound happy even to herself.
“Do you want to go back?” he asked.
“No,” she admitted. “But what else am I going to do?”
Linkara looked hopeful. “You could stay here,” he said. “We have to rebuild the Space Corps, but when we do, we’ll need someone who can command a ship…and you’re the best captain we’ve ever had.” He smiled. “So…when you’re better…maybe you could reenlist…as yourself this time.”
She looked at him for several minutes. “Two conditions,” she said. “First, you are going to have dinner with me next week when I’m released.”
He raised his eyebrows. “That doesn’t seem appropriate,” he said. “Me being your commanding officer and all.”
“Is anyone going to care?” she asked.
“Probably not,” Linkara admitted. “All right. What’s the second condition?”
She smiled at him. “I choose my own crew.”
He smiled back. “Agreed.”
*
One year later
Spoonette stared out the window at the vastness of space. She was in the captain’s chair, preparing for her mission of patrolling the galaxy for any incoming threats and keeping them far from Earth.
She looked up as the intercom crackled. “Everything ready, Captain Antwiler?”
She smiled softly. “Yes, Admiral,” she answered. “Take off in ten minutes. Will you be joining us later?”
“At some point,” Linkara promised. “As soon as I’ve given the new recruits to their captain.”
“Good,” She said. “Let us know.” She turned off the communicator.
Linksano shook his head at her. “I’m pretty sure there’s a rule against sleeping with your commanding officer on missions,” he said.
“And I’m pretty sure there’s one that says you’re supposed to be down in engineering right now,” Spoonette said pointedly.
Linksano jumped and stalked off. Spoonette smiled and looked around at her bridge crew, at the ones who had fought with her before, at the ones who had signed on after the war, and she smiled.
So many people around her, and so many worlds to see, with a good man to go with her and a loving family to come back to. It was schmaltzy, sure, but she was used to that.
It was just Hollywood.
She turned back to the window. “Take us out, boys.”
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Author:
butterflyslinky
Pairing(s): Eventual Linkara/Spoonette; Spoony/80s Chick; one-sided Linksano/Spoonette
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 17,778
Warning(s): Violence, off-screen character death
Summary: Having been rejected as an actress and with nothing left to lose, Spoonette takes her brother’s place in the US Space Corps to fight off the coming threat of Lord Vyce. Now, she has to deal with army drills, her high school stalker with the ability to hack the Pentagon, and a captain who is both way hot and way annoying. Bogus.
Author’s Note: Inspired by this prompt, though I don’t really know if it qualifies as a fill for it. Special thanks to pompoko and
ladydiskette for beta-ing, and of course
trulyamindlost,
robynred, and
lizynob for their lovely bonus content
Spoonette didn’t remember much after that. She knew that a rescue crew came, and she knew that she was taken to a hospital, but after that, it was all a blur.
The first thing she was aware of after that was someone holding her hand. She opened her eyes and smiled, because Spoony was there, green eyes exhausted, angry, frightened, and relieved as he looked at her.
“You,” he said upon seeing that she was awake. “Are the dumbest girl in all of America.”
Her smile grew. “I missed you too.”
He laughed and then there were tears from both of them as they embraced. Spoony held onto her for a long time, crying into her neck and petting her hair. And she held him as best as she could with her wrist braced, also crying, relieved to be alive and seeing him again.
They broke apart eventually, Spoony studying her closely. “I think I still look better,” he teased.
“I’ve been living on army rations and just got the crap kicked out of me by a space lord,” she snapped. “When did you get here, anyway?”
“Yesterday,” he said. “Schlumper called me three days ago and explained everything, so we caught the first flight out…80s Chick is down in the cafeteria with Ava, she’s already decided that Admiral Lovhaug is a dreamboat and you need to bring him home with you…”
“Ava?” Spoonette interrupted.
“Our baby?” Spoony said as though it was obvious. “Ava Tara Antwiler.”
“Has it been that long?” Spoonette said wonderingly.
Spoony nodded. “Yeah…but it’s okay now. Everything’s been worked out with the military-they figured out what happened but decided to ignore it and as soon as you’re released they want to hold some big ceremony and pin a bunch of medals on you.”
“Wonderful,” Spoonette muttered. “So tell me about what you’ve been doing.”
He did, though it wasn’t much, just normal life with 80s Chick, writing under a pseudonym, seeing Ava born and looking after her. It was a simple, joyful life, marred by worry over Spoonette. She felt a slight pang of guilt, but not regret. After all, her brother got to live his life.
And she had gotten to find hers.
80s Chick returned soon, baby in hand, though she handed Ava to Spoony immediately so she could hug Spoonette and confirm that Linkara was a “major hottie.” Spoonette could only laugh and agree. They talked for another hour until Spoonette grew tired again and the others left to let her sleep.
*
Linkara came in a few days later, all stiff professionalism and crisp uniform and awkward posturing.
Spoonette didn’t know how it had taken her so long to fall in love with him.
“How are you, Captain?” he asked.
“I’m all right,” she said. “The doctors are planning to release me next week, though I’ll be on crutches for a while.”
He nodded. “Good,” he said. There was a long silence before he spoke again. “You’ve been shortlisted for almost every award there is. It’s going to be a very long ceremony…oh, and they want your measurements for a dress uniform.”
“Well, that’s not a very polite thing to ask a lady,” Spoonette said with a smirk.
Linkara laughed. “Well, that’s why we have Linksano and your sister-in-law here,” he said.
“Traitors,” Spoonette muttered. “I was going to let you take me out for a drink and find them out for yourself.” Linkara blushed and she laughed again before growing serious again. “What have they done with Vyce?”
“Imprisoned,” Linkara said. “Guantanamo for life. They couldn’t justify anything else.”
Spoonette nodded. “Good.”
They fell silent again, just looking at each other. Finally, Linkara spoke again. “So what do you plan to do next?”
She didn’t answer for a long time. Finally, she answered, “I don’t know…I guess I’ll go back to LA…get on with my life…see if I can be an actress now with a huge scar on my chest that keeps me out of the B-movies.” She didn’t sound happy even to herself.
“Do you want to go back?” he asked.
“No,” she admitted. “But what else am I going to do?”
Linkara looked hopeful. “You could stay here,” he said. “We have to rebuild the Space Corps, but when we do, we’ll need someone who can command a ship…and you’re the best captain we’ve ever had.” He smiled. “So…when you’re better…maybe you could reenlist…as yourself this time.”
She looked at him for several minutes. “Two conditions,” she said. “First, you are going to have dinner with me next week when I’m released.”
He raised his eyebrows. “That doesn’t seem appropriate,” he said. “Me being your commanding officer and all.”
“Is anyone going to care?” she asked.
“Probably not,” Linkara admitted. “All right. What’s the second condition?”
She smiled at him. “I choose my own crew.”
He smiled back. “Agreed.”
*
One year later
Spoonette stared out the window at the vastness of space. She was in the captain’s chair, preparing for her mission of patrolling the galaxy for any incoming threats and keeping them far from Earth.
She looked up as the intercom crackled. “Everything ready, Captain Antwiler?”
She smiled softly. “Yes, Admiral,” she answered. “Take off in ten minutes. Will you be joining us later?”
“At some point,” Linkara promised. “As soon as I’ve given the new recruits to their captain.”
“Good,” She said. “Let us know.” She turned off the communicator.
Linksano shook his head at her. “I’m pretty sure there’s a rule against sleeping with your commanding officer on missions,” he said.
“And I’m pretty sure there’s one that says you’re supposed to be down in engineering right now,” Spoonette said pointedly.
Linksano jumped and stalked off. Spoonette smiled and looked around at her bridge crew, at the ones who had fought with her before, at the ones who had signed on after the war, and she smiled.
So many people around her, and so many worlds to see, with a good man to go with her and a loving family to come back to. It was schmaltzy, sure, but she was used to that.
It was just Hollywood.
She turned back to the window. “Take us out, boys.”
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