Fic: Chasing the Wind - 4. Broken Wing
A/N: This five sentence fic assumes prior knowledge of the events of Megamorphs 2: In the Time of the Dinosaurs. (Understanding the canon-based crack AU will make the following make so much more sense.)
4. Broken Wing
The setting sun’s rays and her adrenaline rush from the attack earlier were both running low, but there is no way that they are stopping yet. Strange vegetation, unknown toothy enemies potentially lurking behind every corner of this foreign terrain, and her only companion was half- which really equaled completely, whatever the Hell he said- crippled; in short, things were looking grim.
All she figured that they had going for them at this juncture was the their friends were maybe alive out there somewhere out there in the great unknown, she and Tobias had at very least had a meager meal of rapidly cooling, freshly killed dinosaur flesh diced and served up to them earlier (after it had kindly ‘shared’ it’s DNA with them), and Tobias’s other hawk senses still worked, even if he wasn’t flying anywhere any time soon- there really was only so much more damage he could unintentionally do to her shoulder at this point that the razor sharp grass of The Land Before Time hadn’t done to her shins.
< And we’ve got you, > Tobias broke into her litany of increasingly violent- the alien foliage before them was getting cleared with excessive and growing violence by her newly acquired claws- complaints and concerns with his thankfully familiar shy thought-speech laugh.
< I wouldn’t choose to be blasted back to the time of the dinosaurs with anyone but our Xena. >
4. Broken Wing
The setting sun’s rays and her adrenaline rush from the attack earlier were both running low, but there is no way that they are stopping yet. Strange vegetation, unknown toothy enemies potentially lurking behind every corner of this foreign terrain, and her only companion was half- which really equaled completely, whatever the Hell he said- crippled; in short, things were looking grim.
All she figured that they had going for them at this juncture was the their friends were maybe alive out there somewhere out there in the great unknown, she and Tobias had at very least had a meager meal of rapidly cooling, freshly killed dinosaur flesh diced and served up to them earlier (after it had kindly ‘shared’ it’s DNA with them), and Tobias’s other hawk senses still worked, even if he wasn’t flying anywhere any time soon- there really was only so much more damage he could unintentionally do to her shoulder at this point that the razor sharp grass of The Land Before Time hadn’t done to her shins.
< And we’ve got you, > Tobias broke into her litany of increasingly violent- the alien foliage before them was getting cleared with excessive and growing violence by her newly acquired claws- complaints and concerns with his thankfully familiar shy thought-speech laugh.
< I wouldn’t choose to be blasted back to the time of the dinosaurs with anyone but our Xena. >