flashback, baby

Oct 25, 2006 22:59

I will not rant about Lost. I will not rant about Lost. I will not....

.....

*bites lip*

DRABBLES. Yes. Drabbles. Of the time-travel variety again. Probably the last batch of them, fun though they are. Bwah~

...aaah lost why do you continue to play with my heart?!

Title: When in Rome
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairings: None. Just the boys being boys.
Challenge: Time Travel
Summary: Decisions, decisions.

“I’m saying,” Crawford said for the umpteenth time, “that we appear to be trapped over two-thousand years ago. In Rome, of all places.”

“So many gods t’ offend,” Farfarello crowed, rocking on his heels in anticipation. “What do ye suppose hurts them?”

The American gave him a stern look. “We’re not altering history, Farfarello. Not this far back, at any rate. Remember that.”

“Still…this is brilliant.”

“No, this is horrible!” Nagi shouted, pulling on his tunic. The telekinetic was suffering from lack of technology and missed his school uniform with an alarming ferocity. “Horrible.”

Schuldig hmm-ed his agreement.” He’s right, you know. Nagi doesn’t have the legs for that kind of outfit. Too knobby. Unlike me.”

To demonstrate, the redhead posed, showing off his rather short toga and everything it didn’t cover, causing a few wolf-whistles from the bustling crowd around them.

“See,” Schuldig beamed. “These people know beauty when they see it. Plus, there’s an orgy at five. I say we stay for a while.”

“There’s no hair care products, Schuldig,” Nagi pointed out. “And you’ll miss all your shows.”

The telepath suddenly looked torn, glancing at his teammates for some support or perhaps a packet of Clairol semi-permanent. Neither was forthcoming. “But…orgy!”

“Roots. Dark ones.”

Schuldig paused, considering. “…fine. Let’s get out of here.”

Sometimes, it was just too easy.

Title: High Places
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairings: Brad/Schuldig implied.
Challenge: Time Travel
Summary: Funny little natives…

Schuldig had garnered many different reactions from many different people in his time, some better than others but always interesting. But for all his worldly experience, this was something he couldn’t claim to have encountered before.

“Crawford, why are they kneeling and bowing and-dare I say-worshipping me?” Schuldig asked, honestly confused and not bothering to cover it. The time warp had been difficult enough to wrap his mind around. The redhead was on his third calming cigarette already.

Glasses flashed as the were shifted, a sure sign of intelligent thought. Or annoyed thought. Both were equally likely where Crawford was concerned. “It would seem that these…obviously primitive beings think you are a god of some sort. Or a shaman, perhaps, at the very least.”

“Huh,” Schuldig commented, one slender eyebrow arching in thought. “Because of the smoke?”

“The lighter, Schuldig. Fire coming from seemingly nowhere. Primitive times. Are you catching on yet?”

“Hey, don’t talk to a god that way,” the telepath sniffed, pointing at the other man with his cancer stick. The natives flinched and bowed lower, watching from beneath fringes of dark hair. “You should thank me from not quitting when you told me to or we might be dinner right now, puny and insignificant mortal.”

Brad sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Schuldig offered him a pat on the shoulder.

“It’s okay. I’m feeling magnanimous. All is forgiven.”

“Schu-”

“No, no,” the German interrupted with a wave of his hand. “Forgiven. I’ll even let you become my high priest. And love slave. I’ll need one of those. I’m glad I made that list of godly must-haves…”

And so Schuldig cackled, feeling as if the world was finally as it should be.

Crawford merely thought that his was a cruel and ironic fate.

weiss drabble, lost

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