Gale/Shyama ficlet
Takes place duting an as-yet undetermined time during the Dragon Issues.
Author's Note: As far as anyone knows, Shyama is a ditz. This ficlet involves her revealing her true self to Gale. Neo, you're the next lucky stiff who gets to meet the real Slimshady Shyama.
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“Where are you going?”
The soft voice seemed to come from nowhere, which was enough to give Gale the identity of its owner. “That’s really none of your business, Shyama,” he snarled at her. “And show yourself,” he added testily. “I hate talking to thin air.”
The disembodied voice laughed for a moment, then the air seemed to shimmer and melt away from the form of a Indian-based program clad in a dark blue bodysuit and a lighter blue sari. “Oh, Gale, you can be so serious sometimes,” she said cheerfully.
The wind program bit back a sarcastic retort before grinding out through clenched teeth, “If you had to deal with Molly Malone and that Hell-forged statue…”
“Ah, but my darling Temai keeps Molly well away from me.”
“Ah,” he mimicked her, “but not all of us have lovers to dissuade the nympho.”
“Overpower her, then. Show her she couldn’t handle taking you to bed.”
This statement was so out of character for the female program that Gale gave her a startled glance. The sweet smile on her face reassured him… until he remembered who else was prone to sweet smiles. Something about Shyama no longer added up. It was unfortunate her lover was prone to snapping at anyone who tried to puzzle out the equation - and the energy wielder’s temper was short enough already.
Gale shook his head and strode past her, but she caught his hand with her own. “Do you really think this is helping her, Gale?”
He froze as Shyama’s words impacted. He had already passed her when she had taken his hand, so they weren’t facing each other and he couldn’t see her expression as she added, “You know they’ll come for her eventually. Get her to hide.”
“Just how much do you know?” he whispered harshly.
“Information is power, Gale. Never forget that. And hide your Gidget before they kill her.”
Shyama released him and quit the room, leaving Gale to reassess his list of threats.
Author's Note: As far as anyone knows, Shyama is a ditz. This ficlet involves her revealing her true self to Gale. Neo, you're the next lucky stiff who gets to meet the real Slimshady Shyama.
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“Where are you going?”
The soft voice seemed to come from nowhere, which was enough to give Gale the identity of its owner. “That’s really none of your business, Shyama,” he snarled at her. “And show yourself,” he added testily. “I hate talking to thin air.”
The disembodied voice laughed for a moment, then the air seemed to shimmer and melt away from the form of a Indian-based program clad in a dark blue bodysuit and a lighter blue sari. “Oh, Gale, you can be so serious sometimes,” she said cheerfully.
The wind program bit back a sarcastic retort before grinding out through clenched teeth, “If you had to deal with Molly Malone and that Hell-forged statue…”
“Ah, but my darling Temai keeps Molly well away from me.”
“Ah,” he mimicked her, “but not all of us have lovers to dissuade the nympho.”
“Overpower her, then. Show her she couldn’t handle taking you to bed.”
This statement was so out of character for the female program that Gale gave her a startled glance. The sweet smile on her face reassured him… until he remembered who else was prone to sweet smiles. Something about Shyama no longer added up. It was unfortunate her lover was prone to snapping at anyone who tried to puzzle out the equation - and the energy wielder’s temper was short enough already.
Gale shook his head and strode past her, but she caught his hand with her own. “Do you really think this is helping her, Gale?”
He froze as Shyama’s words impacted. He had already passed her when she had taken his hand, so they weren’t facing each other and he couldn’t see her expression as she added, “You know they’ll come for her eventually. Get her to hide.”
“Just how much do you know?” he whispered harshly.
“Information is power, Gale. Never forget that. And hide your Gidget before they kill her.”
Shyama released him and quit the room, leaving Gale to reassess his list of threats.