Generator Rex Ficlet: Your Biggest Fan
Okay, I'm a Breach (The creepy obsessive, four armed Asian school girl who can generate interdimensional portals)XVan Kleiss (The lord and master of all he surveys in Abysus) shipper.
The title is a reference to the Lady Gaga song, "Paparazzi," which I thinl kind of summarizes my take on the ship.
Set during "What Lies Beneath."
Your Biggest Fan
She felt him.
He was back among the living and her heart leapt with joy.
He’d been missing, gone off the face of the Earth, but he was back and that made her want to go back to the chaotic world where things were constantly moving and being being upset by other people. Nothing stayed the same. Nothing except...
Except...
Except what she felt for him. The Master. The Lord of Abysus. Van Kleiss.
Van Kleiss.
It didn’t sound like much when one put it that way, but he was so much. He was their leader, their king. He had found each of the Pack members, chosen them...chosen her. There were so many other EVOs, but he had chosen her. He said she was wonderful, beautiful, even. Her. Beautiful.
It had been enough to spark an infatuation that grew deeper and more obsessive as time went on and when his life signature had dropped off the planet, so had she. She’d made herself a new little pocket to dimension to call home.
However, his rebirth triggered his nanites to call out to hers...and they were all to eager to answer.
Without hesitation, she threw open a portal.
In an instant she was there.
He was there.
Her nanites no longer sensed his, it was as if they had been silenced, but he was there...
...that was all that mattered.
She reached out for him with her larger, upper hands. She felt him lean back into her grip. A smile crossed her thin, pale lips as her lower arms wrapped snugly around his waist and pulled him closer. She pressed her nose against his neck and inhaled. He smelled of leather, earth, and his own musk, exactly as she remembered. No one else ever smelled exactly like that.
As they escaped into another one of her interdimensional portals, she shut her eyes and pressed her cheek into his neck. She took another deep breath before whispering:
“Welcome Home,”
The title is a reference to the Lady Gaga song, "Paparazzi," which I thinl kind of summarizes my take on the ship.
Set during "What Lies Beneath."
Your Biggest Fan
She felt him.
He was back among the living and her heart leapt with joy.
He’d been missing, gone off the face of the Earth, but he was back and that made her want to go back to the chaotic world where things were constantly moving and being being upset by other people. Nothing stayed the same. Nothing except...
Except...
Except what she felt for him. The Master. The Lord of Abysus. Van Kleiss.
Van Kleiss.
It didn’t sound like much when one put it that way, but he was so much. He was their leader, their king. He had found each of the Pack members, chosen them...chosen her. There were so many other EVOs, but he had chosen her. He said she was wonderful, beautiful, even. Her. Beautiful.
It had been enough to spark an infatuation that grew deeper and more obsessive as time went on and when his life signature had dropped off the planet, so had she. She’d made herself a new little pocket to dimension to call home.
However, his rebirth triggered his nanites to call out to hers...and they were all to eager to answer.
Without hesitation, she threw open a portal.
In an instant she was there.
He was there.
Her nanites no longer sensed his, it was as if they had been silenced, but he was there...
...that was all that mattered.
She reached out for him with her larger, upper hands. She felt him lean back into her grip. A smile crossed her thin, pale lips as her lower arms wrapped snugly around his waist and pulled him closer. She pressed her nose against his neck and inhaled. He smelled of leather, earth, and his own musk, exactly as she remembered. No one else ever smelled exactly like that.
As they escaped into another one of her interdimensional portals, she shut her eyes and pressed her cheek into his neck. She took another deep breath before whispering:
“Welcome Home,”