Rescuer Epilogue (Bon Jovi, Def Leppard)
Title: Rescuer
Genre: Gen, Slash, Het
Bands: Bon Jovi, Def Leppard
Main Characters: David Bryan, Jon Bon Jovi, Richie Sambora, Tico Torres, Joe Elliott, Phil Collen, Rick Allen, Rick Savage, Vivian Campbell
Adult Content: No
Words: 545
Chapter: Epilogue
Summary: Smart-mouthed nine-breasted Venusian women, bouncy and naive Earth men, tough-talking asshole Charonite pilots, friendly space pirates, and a deep-seated revenge plot that goes back decades - just another work week for Jon Bon Jovi, Interplanetary Secretary of Transportation.
Teaser: "I'm outside," he called, and settled into the porch swing to enjoy the peace as long as he could before the chaos of their friends surrounded them.
One Earth Year Later
When David opened his eyes, the room was still dark. He burrowed against the warm body next to him, planning on going right back to sleep, but it was a fruitless effort.
He wiggled out of bed carefully, slipping his shoes on and pressing a soft kiss to Sav's cheek before stepping outside.
There was a calendar hanging just inside the door, and the date caught his eye and sent a little shiver running through him. He settled onto the porch swing, making a mental note to visit Tico's grave later that day.
David had a feeling he was the only one who visited it other than Gyl and Lqnar. There was, after all, a statue of the hero outside the Capitol where people could direct their flowers and sentiments. David hated it - they'd sculpted him a foot taller, taken plenty of liberties with that tummy paunch he had, and utterly failed to capture the passion of those warm brown eyes.
He looked suitably heroic, David supposed, but nothing like the Tico he had fallen for.
Not much had changed, in a year. Nq'wupyn was probably still a bastard, but he was a dead bastard - committed suicide in the isolated jail cell on a lonely asteroid he'd been condemned to.
Jon had gotten his promotion to Galactic Vice President, and married Kelly in a rush between the trial that cleared their names and the news of the promotion. It was a new job, after all, and if they were married when he took it the rule about office romance didn't apply. Surprisingly, it had lasted.
They were coming to visit today. So were Richie and Gyl, taking a day off from touring the galaxy instructing anyone who wanted how to form a usable military at short notice. The government had wanted to hire them, but they'd refused - they wanted to be able to teach the meek old man in the heart of suburban Neptune the basics as much as the official Neptunian military. Their visit would be entertaining, to say the least. A week ago, Richie proposed, and Gyl had still been laughing in the background when they called to say they'd be coming.
The men from the X17 had said they'd try to make it, Sav aching to see the men who were practically his brothers again but refusing to leave David alone so close to such a trying anniversary. He was sweet, and he made David so happy he could hardly stand it.
He missed Tico with an intensity that scared him sometimes, but Lqnar had been right - the farther he came, the easier it was for him to see why Tico had to do it. The sake of the greater good was some small comfort to him when it got nearly unbearable.
"David?"
Sav's voice was thick with sleep, and the mental image of him blinking, with rumpled hair and that bewildered look he always got first thing in the morning brought a smile to David's lips.
"I'm outside," he called, and settled into the porch swing to enjoy the peace as long as he could before the chaos of their friends surrounded them.
Genre: Gen, Slash, Het
Bands: Bon Jovi, Def Leppard
Main Characters: David Bryan, Jon Bon Jovi, Richie Sambora, Tico Torres, Joe Elliott, Phil Collen, Rick Allen, Rick Savage, Vivian Campbell
Adult Content: No
Words: 545
Chapter: Epilogue
Summary: Smart-mouthed nine-breasted Venusian women, bouncy and naive Earth men, tough-talking asshole Charonite pilots, friendly space pirates, and a deep-seated revenge plot that goes back decades - just another work week for Jon Bon Jovi, Interplanetary Secretary of Transportation.
Teaser: "I'm outside," he called, and settled into the porch swing to enjoy the peace as long as he could before the chaos of their friends surrounded them.
One Earth Year Later
When David opened his eyes, the room was still dark. He burrowed against the warm body next to him, planning on going right back to sleep, but it was a fruitless effort.
He wiggled out of bed carefully, slipping his shoes on and pressing a soft kiss to Sav's cheek before stepping outside.
There was a calendar hanging just inside the door, and the date caught his eye and sent a little shiver running through him. He settled onto the porch swing, making a mental note to visit Tico's grave later that day.
David had a feeling he was the only one who visited it other than Gyl and Lqnar. There was, after all, a statue of the hero outside the Capitol where people could direct their flowers and sentiments. David hated it - they'd sculpted him a foot taller, taken plenty of liberties with that tummy paunch he had, and utterly failed to capture the passion of those warm brown eyes.
He looked suitably heroic, David supposed, but nothing like the Tico he had fallen for.
Not much had changed, in a year. Nq'wupyn was probably still a bastard, but he was a dead bastard - committed suicide in the isolated jail cell on a lonely asteroid he'd been condemned to.
Jon had gotten his promotion to Galactic Vice President, and married Kelly in a rush between the trial that cleared their names and the news of the promotion. It was a new job, after all, and if they were married when he took it the rule about office romance didn't apply. Surprisingly, it had lasted.
They were coming to visit today. So were Richie and Gyl, taking a day off from touring the galaxy instructing anyone who wanted how to form a usable military at short notice. The government had wanted to hire them, but they'd refused - they wanted to be able to teach the meek old man in the heart of suburban Neptune the basics as much as the official Neptunian military. Their visit would be entertaining, to say the least. A week ago, Richie proposed, and Gyl had still been laughing in the background when they called to say they'd be coming.
The men from the X17 had said they'd try to make it, Sav aching to see the men who were practically his brothers again but refusing to leave David alone so close to such a trying anniversary. He was sweet, and he made David so happy he could hardly stand it.
He missed Tico with an intensity that scared him sometimes, but Lqnar had been right - the farther he came, the easier it was for him to see why Tico had to do it. The sake of the greater good was some small comfort to him when it got nearly unbearable.
"David?"
Sav's voice was thick with sleep, and the mental image of him blinking, with rumpled hair and that bewildered look he always got first thing in the morning brought a smile to David's lips.
"I'm outside," he called, and settled into the porch swing to enjoy the peace as long as he could before the chaos of their friends surrounded them.