Other Drabbles
The Old Days (Star Wars, PG)
Wedge looked up to see a familiar face. He almost rose then stopped himself, knowing that they were enemies now. He knew he'd been spotted, knew that he was on the run right now. But they still knew his weakness.
Tycho Celchu.
He didn't move, hoping that maybe, just maybe he wouldn't be noticed. Wedge lowered his eyes, relaxing as he loosened the blaster in his holster and played like he was just another hard up pilot.
He frowned when Tycho sat down. "Come to arrest me?"
"No. Come to ask you to turn yourself in," Tycho told him.
"You should know better than that, my friend. What was it we used to say... Once a Rogue, always a Rogue...?"
"You are... and so am I. But you've-"
"Tych. Don't even start," Wedge said, giving him a hard look.
Tycho closed his eyes. "I see."
"Good. About time. You know... Once we were heroes, Tych. Now, once again, the lines have been drawn. Get out before history keeps repeating itself!"
Tycho looked at him like he had shoved a vibroblade into his gut. "You'd better leave, Wedge. Now," he told him icily as Wedge stood and hurried out, knowing he needed to get further away before he rested.
What it means to be Brothers (Batman Family, G)
It means Pain
It means Suffering
It means Love
Home Again (Star Trek (2009) G)
Jim looks at the house where he once lived seeing flickers of memory flash by.
He's no longer that scared and angry kid, but seeing his stepfather made him feel so small again.
Maybe visiting here wasn't as good an idea as he first thought.
The Games (WWE , PG-13, AU)
Randy Orton's temper smoldered under his skin as the thick leather collar dug into his throat. He had been apart of the Games for as long as he could remember, but this was one loss that he didn't want. Win or be sold. How in the hell could he be expected to win against the Animal, Batista? Especially when everyone knew he'd been modified... turned into a half beast, unable to think for himself and completely loyal to Hunter Hearst Helmsley. But it didn't matter. They were all just Gladiators in the pits. He might have just been a slave to these rich people, but his Mistress, Miss Moolah, was kind enough to let him learn a few things. But then she did shit like putting him on the block for not keeping up his already impressive winning streak. He let his temper keep boiling as they brought Batista out with about 10 chain leashes around his neck and attached to his arms. Probably so he didn't eat one of them... Randy pulled at the chain that held his wrists together eager to start this. At least if he died here, he wouldn't be sold...
*~*~*~*~
It was two days later when he woke in an unfamiliar cage, lying on a large pillow. Randy let out a soft cough then looked around for some water, his head still spinning. Randy stood up. Oh shit. Oh shit. Where the hell was he? This wasn't... This wasn't his cage! When he caught the Animal looking at him as he paced his own cage, he knew the truth. He'd been sold... and it looked like Hunter snatched him up. His stomach twisted as he looked into Batista's eyes as the half man sniffed the air. He didn't want to be like that...
All of a sudden, Batista let out a sound. Randy looked around as he noticed the other man get to his knees and bow his head. He looked at him like he was nuts for a few minutes then realized that he could hear footsteps. Randy dropped to his knees, letting out a painful groan and bowed his head like he'd been trained to do, waiting and trying to ignore the stiffness and the pain.
High heels clicked against the concrete floor as Randy waited to 'meet' his new Master and Mistress.
"This is your new prize, Hunter?" Stephanie sneered, looking Randy up and down.
"Do you like him?" Hunter asked, grabbing a handful of Randy's short hair and forcing his head up as Randy looked up at them then lowered his eyes submissively.
"He's got a lot of fire... and we won't have to walk him like our pet," she said, obviously referring to Batista. Stephanie snapped her fingers. "Boy! Look at your new Mistress!" she ordered.
Randy turned his eyes towards her, still held by Hunter's hand in his hair. "Yes, Mistress," he said, knowing it would be dangerous to piss them off.
She laughed. "So submissive... I like him. Can we play?"
"Anything for you, Baby," Hunter said with a dark look in his eyes. Randy exhaled, lowering his eyes again as he stayed very still, letting them look him over. Hunter pulled him up by the hair and attached the leash to his collar as they pulled him along. Batista looked at them as they lead the new one off, his mostly empty eyes showing a rare spark of emotion... pity for his fellow slave.
Wedge looked up to see a familiar face. He almost rose then stopped himself, knowing that they were enemies now. He knew he'd been spotted, knew that he was on the run right now. But they still knew his weakness.
Tycho Celchu.
He didn't move, hoping that maybe, just maybe he wouldn't be noticed. Wedge lowered his eyes, relaxing as he loosened the blaster in his holster and played like he was just another hard up pilot.
He frowned when Tycho sat down. "Come to arrest me?"
"No. Come to ask you to turn yourself in," Tycho told him.
"You should know better than that, my friend. What was it we used to say... Once a Rogue, always a Rogue...?"
"You are... and so am I. But you've-"
"Tych. Don't even start," Wedge said, giving him a hard look.
Tycho closed his eyes. "I see."
"Good. About time. You know... Once we were heroes, Tych. Now, once again, the lines have been drawn. Get out before history keeps repeating itself!"
Tycho looked at him like he had shoved a vibroblade into his gut. "You'd better leave, Wedge. Now," he told him icily as Wedge stood and hurried out, knowing he needed to get further away before he rested.
What it means to be Brothers (Batman Family, G)
It means Pain
It means Suffering
It means Love
Home Again (Star Trek (2009) G)
Jim looks at the house where he once lived seeing flickers of memory flash by.
He's no longer that scared and angry kid, but seeing his stepfather made him feel so small again.
Maybe visiting here wasn't as good an idea as he first thought.
The Games (WWE , PG-13, AU)
Randy Orton's temper smoldered under his skin as the thick leather collar dug into his throat. He had been apart of the Games for as long as he could remember, but this was one loss that he didn't want. Win or be sold. How in the hell could he be expected to win against the Animal, Batista? Especially when everyone knew he'd been modified... turned into a half beast, unable to think for himself and completely loyal to Hunter Hearst Helmsley. But it didn't matter. They were all just Gladiators in the pits. He might have just been a slave to these rich people, but his Mistress, Miss Moolah, was kind enough to let him learn a few things. But then she did shit like putting him on the block for not keeping up his already impressive winning streak. He let his temper keep boiling as they brought Batista out with about 10 chain leashes around his neck and attached to his arms. Probably so he didn't eat one of them... Randy pulled at the chain that held his wrists together eager to start this. At least if he died here, he wouldn't be sold...
*~*~*~*~
It was two days later when he woke in an unfamiliar cage, lying on a large pillow. Randy let out a soft cough then looked around for some water, his head still spinning. Randy stood up. Oh shit. Oh shit. Where the hell was he? This wasn't... This wasn't his cage! When he caught the Animal looking at him as he paced his own cage, he knew the truth. He'd been sold... and it looked like Hunter snatched him up. His stomach twisted as he looked into Batista's eyes as the half man sniffed the air. He didn't want to be like that...
All of a sudden, Batista let out a sound. Randy looked around as he noticed the other man get to his knees and bow his head. He looked at him like he was nuts for a few minutes then realized that he could hear footsteps. Randy dropped to his knees, letting out a painful groan and bowed his head like he'd been trained to do, waiting and trying to ignore the stiffness and the pain.
High heels clicked against the concrete floor as Randy waited to 'meet' his new Master and Mistress.
"This is your new prize, Hunter?" Stephanie sneered, looking Randy up and down.
"Do you like him?" Hunter asked, grabbing a handful of Randy's short hair and forcing his head up as Randy looked up at them then lowered his eyes submissively.
"He's got a lot of fire... and we won't have to walk him like our pet," she said, obviously referring to Batista. Stephanie snapped her fingers. "Boy! Look at your new Mistress!" she ordered.
Randy turned his eyes towards her, still held by Hunter's hand in his hair. "Yes, Mistress," he said, knowing it would be dangerous to piss them off.
She laughed. "So submissive... I like him. Can we play?"
"Anything for you, Baby," Hunter said with a dark look in his eyes. Randy exhaled, lowering his eyes again as he stayed very still, letting them look him over. Hunter pulled him up by the hair and attached the leash to his collar as they pulled him along. Batista looked at them as they lead the new one off, his mostly empty eyes showing a rare spark of emotion... pity for his fellow slave.