Lost Galaxy again. :)
Not Kai/Leo this time. There's one gen piece that's a character study kinda thing on one Mike Corbett, Magna Defender and the other is a slash fic for Kai/Damon. I really hate the way my mind works sometimes. :(
Lost and Found
When High Councillor Renier first met Mike Corbett, it had been one of those days. In the final stages of finalising the Terra Venture project, the Council had been meeting more and more often and it seemed they were getting sick of the sight of each other. Councillor Richard Brody had been grating on her nerves all day. He was tiresomely conservative, for all that he was backing such a risky undertaking as a space colony, and he was overly fond of the sound of his own voice. There were many times she felt like smashing something hard over his head, just to ease the frustration of having to work with him. On the other hand, his voice carried a lot of weight with the Senate and his support for the project was vital if it was to ever get off the ground. There was also the aggravating fact that he was a more than capable administrator, a person they would need when (if) they found a new world to live on. All that meant that she had to put up with him. No matter how infuriating he was.
Having been in meetings all morning, she wasn’t looking forward to another one, no matter that this one involved Commander William Stanton, a man she held a great amount of respect for, the man who would be charge of the space colony when the ship was finally finished and ready to go. Still, she gritted her teeth and refused to hold her pen so tightly it snapped. She’d already done that twice today and it wasn’t even mid-afternoon yet. The young man standing just behind Commander Stanton and slightly to his right had caught her attention. He was new, not someone she’d seen before, but it seemed he was Commander Stanton’s second in command, a man who would, if necessary, take over command of the colony should anything befall William Stanton, or if the search for the new world took longer than they had planned.
Introduced as Lt. Michael Corbett, she studied him carefully. Solidly built, he radiated confidence, yet not arrogance, as well as a steadiness that suggested he would be ready for anything, no matter the circumstances, should he be called on. It was not a surprise that Commander Stanton had chosen this young man to be his right hand. There was also a naiveté about the young lieutenant that was both endearing and heartbreaking. Such youthful idealism would be erased the more time he spent interacting with the Council and all its machinations. It would be a sad day when young Mike Corbett lost that innocence.
***
Much to her surprise though, that had never happened. Yes, some of the idealism faded, replaced by harsh realism, but somehow the young man managed to hold onto most of it, and he proved to be a passionate speaker when he believed in something. She didn’t always agree with his views, but he usually managed to bring up at least one valid point, and it was all but impossible to dismiss his comments without at least considering them, especially when his comments pricked at your conscience, a rare feat for someone dealing with people hardened by the political system.
The loss of Mike Corbett on the training moon as they departed their-- Earth’s-- star system was a heavy blow to the colony, one it would be hard put to compensate for. None of the other candidates for second in command possessed all the necessary qualities such a position demanded. She’d never realised until then just how truly vital the position of second in command was.
***
The day Mike Corbett returned to Terra Venture, more light years away from the Milky Way than she cared to think about, and under such mysterious circumstances, was a good one. It seemed to be a day or new beginnings: entering a new galaxy, with the welcome return of a much missed piece of the colony. There was no doubt a fascinating story behind the young man’s disappearance and subsequent return, one that she would dearly like to hear at some point, but it was obvious that as of this particular moment in time, he had no idea how to put it into words. She decided to take pity on him and ended the mild interrogation he was being put through by his commanding officer, rewarded with a blinding smile that was quickly hidden behind his professional mask as he was ordered to report for duty first thing in the morning.
The return of Mike Corbett gave her a new hope, hope that the impossible could be achieved, that they would indeed find a new world, within her lifetime or not it didn’t matter, she knew that one day they would get there. That renewed attitude and vigour also gave her hope that perhaps Marie Renier hadn’t become as subsumed beneath High Councillor Renier as she’d thought.
Secondly: Kai/Damon
One of Those Days
(The Lost Galactabeasts, Part 1)
Some days, Damon decided, it just didn’t pay to get out of bed. Having a pissed off Kai calling him over their morphers so he could come and fix his car was just one of the things going wrong. It wasn’t that he minded having to fix Kai’s car, what he didn’t appreciate was the constant bitching that went with it. Clearly Kai was in one of his pissy moods today.
Right now, his boyfriend was pacing back and forth on the other side of the car and Damon would swear he could hear the other man’s teeth grinding.
“This is just great,” Kai snapped. “I’ve got dinner on the stove!”
Damon rolled his eyes. Definitely pissy today.
“Damon, can you fix it or not?”
“Not if you keep bothering me,” he snapped back. Seriously, how did Kai think he was supposed to concentrate or get anything done with the constant interruptions. On the other hand, there was dinner…
“Ah, I’m just gonna walk,” Kai decided in clear frustration, spinning sharply on his heel.
“Why? It’s as good as new. Or actually, it’s better than new. You see, what I did was…”
“Yeah, yeah, okay, save it. I’m late.”
And that pretty much summed it up. Kai hated being late. Getting in the car, Damon turned the ignition key and started the car, Kai urging him on with a small flap of his hands. Oh, they were *way* beyond pissy now.
There was a sudden crash, followed by something blowing out and the car came to an abrupt halt, Kai scrambling out of it while the sparks still flew. Damon stared at the driving wheel for a moment. He’d fixed it, he was sure of it.
“This is what you call fixed?” Kai demanded, glaring at him.
“Maybe you should walk,” Damon said in resignation. He’d been so sure he’d fixed the problem…
There was another blast and there was no way it was the car this time. Looking up it was to see someone standing on a roof, blaster in hand.
“I told you I fixed it,” he said as the two of them picked themselves up, but Kai just glared at him.
“Later, Damon,” he said pointedly before returning his attention to the guy on the roof, eyes narrowing in preparation for battle. “Ready?” he asked and Damon glanced around to be sure they were alone.
“Yeah.”
As they morphed, it rapidly became clear they were in over their heads. Definitely one of those days.
Lost and Found
When High Councillor Renier first met Mike Corbett, it had been one of those days. In the final stages of finalising the Terra Venture project, the Council had been meeting more and more often and it seemed they were getting sick of the sight of each other. Councillor Richard Brody had been grating on her nerves all day. He was tiresomely conservative, for all that he was backing such a risky undertaking as a space colony, and he was overly fond of the sound of his own voice. There were many times she felt like smashing something hard over his head, just to ease the frustration of having to work with him. On the other hand, his voice carried a lot of weight with the Senate and his support for the project was vital if it was to ever get off the ground. There was also the aggravating fact that he was a more than capable administrator, a person they would need when (if) they found a new world to live on. All that meant that she had to put up with him. No matter how infuriating he was.
Having been in meetings all morning, she wasn’t looking forward to another one, no matter that this one involved Commander William Stanton, a man she held a great amount of respect for, the man who would be charge of the space colony when the ship was finally finished and ready to go. Still, she gritted her teeth and refused to hold her pen so tightly it snapped. She’d already done that twice today and it wasn’t even mid-afternoon yet. The young man standing just behind Commander Stanton and slightly to his right had caught her attention. He was new, not someone she’d seen before, but it seemed he was Commander Stanton’s second in command, a man who would, if necessary, take over command of the colony should anything befall William Stanton, or if the search for the new world took longer than they had planned.
Introduced as Lt. Michael Corbett, she studied him carefully. Solidly built, he radiated confidence, yet not arrogance, as well as a steadiness that suggested he would be ready for anything, no matter the circumstances, should he be called on. It was not a surprise that Commander Stanton had chosen this young man to be his right hand. There was also a naiveté about the young lieutenant that was both endearing and heartbreaking. Such youthful idealism would be erased the more time he spent interacting with the Council and all its machinations. It would be a sad day when young Mike Corbett lost that innocence.
***
Much to her surprise though, that had never happened. Yes, some of the idealism faded, replaced by harsh realism, but somehow the young man managed to hold onto most of it, and he proved to be a passionate speaker when he believed in something. She didn’t always agree with his views, but he usually managed to bring up at least one valid point, and it was all but impossible to dismiss his comments without at least considering them, especially when his comments pricked at your conscience, a rare feat for someone dealing with people hardened by the political system.
The loss of Mike Corbett on the training moon as they departed their-- Earth’s-- star system was a heavy blow to the colony, one it would be hard put to compensate for. None of the other candidates for second in command possessed all the necessary qualities such a position demanded. She’d never realised until then just how truly vital the position of second in command was.
***
The day Mike Corbett returned to Terra Venture, more light years away from the Milky Way than she cared to think about, and under such mysterious circumstances, was a good one. It seemed to be a day or new beginnings: entering a new galaxy, with the welcome return of a much missed piece of the colony. There was no doubt a fascinating story behind the young man’s disappearance and subsequent return, one that she would dearly like to hear at some point, but it was obvious that as of this particular moment in time, he had no idea how to put it into words. She decided to take pity on him and ended the mild interrogation he was being put through by his commanding officer, rewarded with a blinding smile that was quickly hidden behind his professional mask as he was ordered to report for duty first thing in the morning.
The return of Mike Corbett gave her a new hope, hope that the impossible could be achieved, that they would indeed find a new world, within her lifetime or not it didn’t matter, she knew that one day they would get there. That renewed attitude and vigour also gave her hope that perhaps Marie Renier hadn’t become as subsumed beneath High Councillor Renier as she’d thought.
Secondly: Kai/Damon
One of Those Days
(The Lost Galactabeasts, Part 1)
Some days, Damon decided, it just didn’t pay to get out of bed. Having a pissed off Kai calling him over their morphers so he could come and fix his car was just one of the things going wrong. It wasn’t that he minded having to fix Kai’s car, what he didn’t appreciate was the constant bitching that went with it. Clearly Kai was in one of his pissy moods today.
Right now, his boyfriend was pacing back and forth on the other side of the car and Damon would swear he could hear the other man’s teeth grinding.
“This is just great,” Kai snapped. “I’ve got dinner on the stove!”
Damon rolled his eyes. Definitely pissy today.
“Damon, can you fix it or not?”
“Not if you keep bothering me,” he snapped back. Seriously, how did Kai think he was supposed to concentrate or get anything done with the constant interruptions. On the other hand, there was dinner…
“Ah, I’m just gonna walk,” Kai decided in clear frustration, spinning sharply on his heel.
“Why? It’s as good as new. Or actually, it’s better than new. You see, what I did was…”
“Yeah, yeah, okay, save it. I’m late.”
And that pretty much summed it up. Kai hated being late. Getting in the car, Damon turned the ignition key and started the car, Kai urging him on with a small flap of his hands. Oh, they were *way* beyond pissy now.
There was a sudden crash, followed by something blowing out and the car came to an abrupt halt, Kai scrambling out of it while the sparks still flew. Damon stared at the driving wheel for a moment. He’d fixed it, he was sure of it.
“This is what you call fixed?” Kai demanded, glaring at him.
“Maybe you should walk,” Damon said in resignation. He’d been so sure he’d fixed the problem…
There was another blast and there was no way it was the car this time. Looking up it was to see someone standing on a roof, blaster in hand.
“I told you I fixed it,” he said as the two of them picked themselves up, but Kai just glared at him.
“Later, Damon,” he said pointedly before returning his attention to the guy on the roof, eyes narrowing in preparation for battle. “Ready?” he asked and Damon glanced around to be sure they were alone.
“Yeah.”
As they morphed, it rapidly became clear they were in over their heads. Definitely one of those days.