Fic: Missing Pieces (S&S)
Title: Missing Pieces
Author:
lost_spook
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 785
Characters/Pairings: Silver, Jet (Not-really-Silver/Jet*)
Warnings None.
Summary: Jet’s behaving strangely, and Silver’s worried…
Prompt 50: silver & jet - Wish-fulfillment & Confession of love. (1920s, immediately after Interrupted, although that isn’t important. As I said in my last post, there is a strange sort of backstory or two hanging around now…)
* I’m still working on whether fics are shippy or what warnings they need. S&S is weird/unique. It’s tough.
***
They’re staring at me again.
Silver looks at Jet and then neatly draws her aside from the dancing, somehow manoeuvring past the humans without any awkward collisions. “Yes. But that doesn’t usually trouble you. Quite the opposite, as I recall.”
“Don’t you ever hope they’re going to improve?” she says, keeping hold of his arm and leading him further away from them, out through the open French windows and into the narrow garden, into the darkness.
“Oh, they’re not all that bad, are they?” Silver leans towards her, amused again. “And did you see the couple by the door -?”
Jet turns her head away. “No, I -” She frowns and moves away from him.
“I didn’t think you did,” Silver says. It’s not like Jet not to take note of her surroundings. “Jet? It was your idea to stay.”
She shrugs. “That statue. It - the images in my mind. I can still see them.”
Jet is more organic than most of them, he remembers, more attuned to human emotions. It can be a powerful asset, but he supposes it might have its downside. Silver can’t do anything about that, so he pulls out a brooch he’s picked up from one of the guests and fiddles with it, causing it to glow.
“Oh, not now, Silver,” Jet says, catching the light out of the corner of her eye and swinging round to knock it out of his hands. They both stop at the uncharacteristic action.
“Jet?”
She forces a smile. “Let’s go back inside.”
“No,” says Silver, kneeling down and feeling around in the grass for the brooch. “I don’t want to.”
“Oh, come on, Silver. It’ll be fun.”
He looks up at her. “Is it Steel?”
“No,” says Jet, and grins. “Of course not. Although I wish he was here right now, not you!”
“Well, I don’t think he’d enjoy the party,” Silver returns as he recovers the fallen object and vanishes it again between his fingers. Sapphire, though, he thinks wistfully, Sapphire would, and he misses her. It’s been rather a while since that unfortunate incident (which wasn’t his fault) and he’s hardly seen her since, other than in passing.
Silver.
At her use of his name, he sits on the grass and gives Jet a smile, waiting for more.
“Earlier,” she says, sitting beside him, “in the cupboard. What if I were serious?”
“About the statue? I don’t think I understand.”
Jet shifts a little nearer. “No, silly. Not the statue - us. You and me, Silver.”
“Oh, I see,” says Silver, suddenly with an edge to his tone that counters his apparent enthusiasm. “Yes, of course. Why not? Perfectly logical when you think about it, is that what you mean?”
She moves back.
“What is it you want?” he asks. “All evening - and now this. Jet?” He thinks worriedly of other colleagues who have gone to the other side and can’t entirely hide his alarm at the idea.
Jet gives a laugh suddenly, and puts a hand to his jacket, straightening it - crawling about on the lawn hasn’t done his outfit any favours. “Oh, Silver. I didn’t think you’d panic at the idea.” She keeps her hands on his shoulders once she’s finished and he realises that she’s reading him.
Silver hesitates to move away, though that’s not entirely reassuring, until he understands it’s a questioning, not an attack. She’s not sure of him. Then he relaxes and allows her to go where she wishes. He can never help enjoying the contact with his colleagues. When she’s finished and she draws back slightly, he crooks an eyebrow at her, waiting for her answer.
She laughs again and kisses him lightly before releasing him.
“Oh,” says Silver, suddenly coming to his own conclusions. “It’s Ruby, isn’t it? All evening.”
Yes.
But why me? Why did you think that I would know anything about it?
Somebody thought… thought that you might.
“Well,” says Silver, huffing at the suggestion. “I wish they wouldn’t. But - Jet, she’s gone. Hasn’t she?”
Jet trembles. “No. I know she hasn’t. I can’t find her, but I can still sense her. She’s out here somewhere.”
“Your connection remains,” he says, immediately moving onto the problem and leaving behind anything else. “And so she’s not far away, in terms of conventional location - so far as that goes?”
“Yes. I think so. As soon as we got here - well, the feeling’s been growing stronger all evening.”
Silver smiles back at her. “Then I can help you narrow it down a little more - hopefully enough to find her.”
Jet nods, then, and takes his hands as he holds them out to her.
“Good,” says Silver and his smile grows. “Now - wish, Jet - wish.”
***
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Author:
lost_spook
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 785
Characters/Pairings: Silver, Jet (Not-really-Silver/Jet*)
Warnings None.
Summary: Jet’s behaving strangely, and Silver’s worried…
Prompt 50: silver & jet - Wish-fulfillment & Confession of love. (1920s, immediately after Interrupted, although that isn’t important. As I said in my last post, there is a strange sort of backstory or two hanging around now…)
* I’m still working on whether fics are shippy or what warnings they need. S&S is weird/unique. It’s tough.
***
They’re staring at me again.
Silver looks at Jet and then neatly draws her aside from the dancing, somehow manoeuvring past the humans without any awkward collisions. “Yes. But that doesn’t usually trouble you. Quite the opposite, as I recall.”
“Don’t you ever hope they’re going to improve?” she says, keeping hold of his arm and leading him further away from them, out through the open French windows and into the narrow garden, into the darkness.
“Oh, they’re not all that bad, are they?” Silver leans towards her, amused again. “And did you see the couple by the door -?”
Jet turns her head away. “No, I -” She frowns and moves away from him.
“I didn’t think you did,” Silver says. It’s not like Jet not to take note of her surroundings. “Jet? It was your idea to stay.”
She shrugs. “That statue. It - the images in my mind. I can still see them.”
Jet is more organic than most of them, he remembers, more attuned to human emotions. It can be a powerful asset, but he supposes it might have its downside. Silver can’t do anything about that, so he pulls out a brooch he’s picked up from one of the guests and fiddles with it, causing it to glow.
“Oh, not now, Silver,” Jet says, catching the light out of the corner of her eye and swinging round to knock it out of his hands. They both stop at the uncharacteristic action.
“Jet?”
She forces a smile. “Let’s go back inside.”
“No,” says Silver, kneeling down and feeling around in the grass for the brooch. “I don’t want to.”
“Oh, come on, Silver. It’ll be fun.”
He looks up at her. “Is it Steel?”
“No,” says Jet, and grins. “Of course not. Although I wish he was here right now, not you!”
“Well, I don’t think he’d enjoy the party,” Silver returns as he recovers the fallen object and vanishes it again between his fingers. Sapphire, though, he thinks wistfully, Sapphire would, and he misses her. It’s been rather a while since that unfortunate incident (which wasn’t his fault) and he’s hardly seen her since, other than in passing.
Silver.
At her use of his name, he sits on the grass and gives Jet a smile, waiting for more.
“Earlier,” she says, sitting beside him, “in the cupboard. What if I were serious?”
“About the statue? I don’t think I understand.”
Jet shifts a little nearer. “No, silly. Not the statue - us. You and me, Silver.”
“Oh, I see,” says Silver, suddenly with an edge to his tone that counters his apparent enthusiasm. “Yes, of course. Why not? Perfectly logical when you think about it, is that what you mean?”
She moves back.
“What is it you want?” he asks. “All evening - and now this. Jet?” He thinks worriedly of other colleagues who have gone to the other side and can’t entirely hide his alarm at the idea.
Jet gives a laugh suddenly, and puts a hand to his jacket, straightening it - crawling about on the lawn hasn’t done his outfit any favours. “Oh, Silver. I didn’t think you’d panic at the idea.” She keeps her hands on his shoulders once she’s finished and he realises that she’s reading him.
Silver hesitates to move away, though that’s not entirely reassuring, until he understands it’s a questioning, not an attack. She’s not sure of him. Then he relaxes and allows her to go where she wishes. He can never help enjoying the contact with his colleagues. When she’s finished and she draws back slightly, he crooks an eyebrow at her, waiting for her answer.
She laughs again and kisses him lightly before releasing him.
“Oh,” says Silver, suddenly coming to his own conclusions. “It’s Ruby, isn’t it? All evening.”
Yes.
But why me? Why did you think that I would know anything about it?
Somebody thought… thought that you might.
“Well,” says Silver, huffing at the suggestion. “I wish they wouldn’t. But - Jet, she’s gone. Hasn’t she?”
Jet trembles. “No. I know she hasn’t. I can’t find her, but I can still sense her. She’s out here somewhere.”
“Your connection remains,” he says, immediately moving onto the problem and leaving behind anything else. “And so she’s not far away, in terms of conventional location - so far as that goes?”
“Yes. I think so. As soon as we got here - well, the feeling’s been growing stronger all evening.”
Silver smiles back at her. “Then I can help you narrow it down a little more - hopefully enough to find her.”
Jet nods, then, and takes his hands as he holds them out to her.
“Good,” says Silver and his smile grows. “Now - wish, Jet - wish.”
***
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