Fic: Wired (S&S)
I'm too tired to talk/comment but I have fic what I wrote earlier, so I'm just going to post two of those now, excuse the slight spammage.
Title: Wired
Author:
lost_spook
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 745
Characters/Pairings: Jet, Copper (Jet/Copper)
Warnings None.
Summary: It was lurking in the wiring…
prompt 1: jet & copper - Hero and sidekick & Turning to the dark side
***
It was lurking in the wiring.
Jet set her face and stretched her hand out, palm-first, towards the television screen which was the central focus point. The screen’s cloudy grey images dissolved into static at her touch and Jet’s eyes turned completely black as she absorbed the power.
She didn’t need Copper to retrieve Lead, after all. She could see how it all connected, how it all worked. The electricity felt like long fingers at her command - she could stretch out and touch anything along the wiring. She controlled the building and she could release the locking mechanisms and let Lead back inside.
However, she remembered her purpose here and concentrated hard. She opened herself up further; allowed it in. She only had to lure it on, distract it, isolate it here, in the television. Copper and Lead would do the rest.
She hadn’t anticipated, though, the level of power within her as she remained connected to it. It crossed a threshold into something she had not imagined and she gasped. It filled her and she could do anything. She didn’t need Lead back in the house, she could destroy Copper - and demolish the house if she wished. Not merely the house, but the town and beyond. She raised her head and sparks danced about her. She couldn’t keep from laughing aloud at how it felt.
“I’ve disconnected the main cable,” said Copper from behind her. “And Lead’s here - somewhere downstairs. What next, Jet?”
Jet regained some measure of control of herself, though she was dizzy at the effort and at the power still inside her. Copper was as prosaic as ever. So ordinary. If she finished him now, she could keep this. No, she told herself, fighting it. No.
“Jet?”
She stared ahead, still facing the television. Copper. Take my hand.
“Jet?” he said again.
No time to explain. Copper could help to channel it. No one else could deal with electrical problems as he could. Take it. Take the power. Help me finish this.
Copper didn’t ask again. He moved around to the front of her and first reached down for the television cable before walking back around her to place his hands on her shoulder, the wire trailing behind him.
Now Jet could channel and direct the power she had taken, deprive it of its source and allow Copper to remove it. The television screen fizzled out into a blank greyness before it blackened in the centre and began to smoke and finally to destroy itself in a half-hearted explosion. It was gone and the power was dissipating. Jet knew she could stop, and she sagged back against Copper.
Has it damaged you? Copper paused then, before adding: It has gone, hasn’t it?
Jet smiled and nodded, but she was shaken by how strong the pull had been, the lure of power itself. She hadn’t been entirely herself, of course, but even so…
“Power does strange things,” said Copper. “Even to us. But you made the right choice - didn’t you?”
“I know. It was just… unexpected.”
“Is it done? I made sure it couldn’t slip away back down the wiring, but I can’t tell beyond that, not without examining things.”
“Of course it is,” Jet said. “I don’t know how you couldn’t tell. It fought me till it was nothing.” She didn’t need to remain where she was now, but she wanted to.
“I should check,” said Copper. Methodical, careful Copper. “Nevertheless, I’m sure you’re right. And we should probably find Lead.”
Jet laughed, but quietly. “Oh, I let him in, like you said. I expect he’s in the kitchen while he has the chance.”
“Odd how he does that.”
“No. It’s how he is,” said Jet. She refused to move yet. It dawned on her after a few moments that Copper hadn’t tried to, either. Perhaps he didn’t want to break the connection they had made any more than she did. But he would soon, she knew, so she saved him from that. “You should check me first. Make sure there’s no trace of it. You can do that.”
Copper nodded. “Yes.”
Careful, methodical Copper. Of course he could.
“Go on, then,” she said.
“You are the Operator, so -”
Jet grinned to herself. “I am, yes. So go on, Copper.”
“I think,” he said with a note of amusement in his voice that ran through her mind as he spoke, “you’re taking advantage of me.”
“Of course,” said Jet, her smile widening. “Isn’t it about time?”
***
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Title: Wired
Author:
lost_spook
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 745
Characters/Pairings: Jet, Copper (Jet/Copper)
Warnings None.
Summary: It was lurking in the wiring…
prompt 1: jet & copper - Hero and sidekick & Turning to the dark side
***
It was lurking in the wiring.
Jet set her face and stretched her hand out, palm-first, towards the television screen which was the central focus point. The screen’s cloudy grey images dissolved into static at her touch and Jet’s eyes turned completely black as she absorbed the power.
She didn’t need Copper to retrieve Lead, after all. She could see how it all connected, how it all worked. The electricity felt like long fingers at her command - she could stretch out and touch anything along the wiring. She controlled the building and she could release the locking mechanisms and let Lead back inside.
However, she remembered her purpose here and concentrated hard. She opened herself up further; allowed it in. She only had to lure it on, distract it, isolate it here, in the television. Copper and Lead would do the rest.
She hadn’t anticipated, though, the level of power within her as she remained connected to it. It crossed a threshold into something she had not imagined and she gasped. It filled her and she could do anything. She didn’t need Lead back in the house, she could destroy Copper - and demolish the house if she wished. Not merely the house, but the town and beyond. She raised her head and sparks danced about her. She couldn’t keep from laughing aloud at how it felt.
“I’ve disconnected the main cable,” said Copper from behind her. “And Lead’s here - somewhere downstairs. What next, Jet?”
Jet regained some measure of control of herself, though she was dizzy at the effort and at the power still inside her. Copper was as prosaic as ever. So ordinary. If she finished him now, she could keep this. No, she told herself, fighting it. No.
“Jet?”
She stared ahead, still facing the television. Copper. Take my hand.
“Jet?” he said again.
No time to explain. Copper could help to channel it. No one else could deal with electrical problems as he could. Take it. Take the power. Help me finish this.
Copper didn’t ask again. He moved around to the front of her and first reached down for the television cable before walking back around her to place his hands on her shoulder, the wire trailing behind him.
Now Jet could channel and direct the power she had taken, deprive it of its source and allow Copper to remove it. The television screen fizzled out into a blank greyness before it blackened in the centre and began to smoke and finally to destroy itself in a half-hearted explosion. It was gone and the power was dissipating. Jet knew she could stop, and she sagged back against Copper.
Has it damaged you? Copper paused then, before adding: It has gone, hasn’t it?
Jet smiled and nodded, but she was shaken by how strong the pull had been, the lure of power itself. She hadn’t been entirely herself, of course, but even so…
“Power does strange things,” said Copper. “Even to us. But you made the right choice - didn’t you?”
“I know. It was just… unexpected.”
“Is it done? I made sure it couldn’t slip away back down the wiring, but I can’t tell beyond that, not without examining things.”
“Of course it is,” Jet said. “I don’t know how you couldn’t tell. It fought me till it was nothing.” She didn’t need to remain where she was now, but she wanted to.
“I should check,” said Copper. Methodical, careful Copper. “Nevertheless, I’m sure you’re right. And we should probably find Lead.”
Jet laughed, but quietly. “Oh, I let him in, like you said. I expect he’s in the kitchen while he has the chance.”
“Odd how he does that.”
“No. It’s how he is,” said Jet. She refused to move yet. It dawned on her after a few moments that Copper hadn’t tried to, either. Perhaps he didn’t want to break the connection they had made any more than she did. But he would soon, she knew, so she saved him from that. “You should check me first. Make sure there’s no trace of it. You can do that.”
Copper nodded. “Yes.”
Careful, methodical Copper. Of course he could.
“Go on, then,” she said.
“You are the Operator, so -”
Jet grinned to herself. “I am, yes. So go on, Copper.”
“I think,” he said with a note of amusement in his voice that ran through her mind as he spoke, “you’re taking advantage of me.”
“Of course,” said Jet, her smile widening. “Isn’t it about time?”
***
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