Fic: Lima City Heroes; Episode six: Adrenaline
Title: Lima City Heroes; Episode 6: Adrenaline
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairings: All in the main cast; Kurt/Mike, Brittany/Santana (wait for it…), and a little surprise this chapter!
Lenght: ~2,500
Rating: R for the whole thing; Sixth episode rated light R for sexual situations, violence and language.
Summary: Glee AU, New Directions is a secret government project of teenage superheroes; hilarity, adventures (and romance) ensue.
Episode 1: New Directions here
Episode 2: Grand Davina found here
Episode 3: And now for someone completely different found here
Episode 4: The Grand Diviner found here
Episode 5: Defying Gravity here
“Kurt? Mike?” The Diviner jumped in surprise as he heard Wheels inside his head somehow. “Could you please stop making out and focus on your route?”
“We weren’t making out!” Kurt lied (to nothing in particular, the voice was in his head) because they totally were, but Artie didn’t need to hear that. Mike just sighed and placed his head on top of the shorter one’s.
“Kurt,” Artie started in a deadpan. “Your heart rate is faster and there’s a lot of pressure on your waist, neck and I didn’t want to know where else.”
“And Mike, put on your damn mask; you’re the only ones in a one-mile radius, but we still don’t want to see Pinn 2: the sequel.” Kurt ignored the unsubtle attempt at a bad joke and instead fixed his boyfriend’s red mask. “And don’t make a face.” That actually made the Diviner jump, how had Artie known that?! Maybe mind-reading was one of his abilities.
“I didn’t tell you about CODEC, right?” No, he hadn’t. “Are you familiar with Metal Gear?” After a few seconds of silence (Mike knew, but he was also giving the silent treatment) Artie carried on. “In a nutshell; radio in your head, totally safe, gave you the shot last week, nothing to worry about.”
“Suspiciously specific, aren’t we?” Mike almost growled, but let Kurt go. “Cheer up, I’ll take you to Mrs. Schuester’s diner tomorrow morning, okay?” He added after kissing the Diviner one last time. “She can be a pain in the ass but her cook is amazing.” After a few more seconds of silence, they heard Artie again, though visibly (oh, yeah; if Kurt concentrated hard enough, he could sort-of see the teen genius in his lab) upset.
“Guys, get out of there!” He had warned with maybe more nervousness than was necessary. “I’m detecting an unknown signal heading your way very fast, I want you to avoid conflict until I get more data.”
The couple looked at each other for a second; Mike smirked as he turned to a conveniently placed emergency staircase. “I’ll boost you up.” He held his hands to make a footstool for Kurt. The Diviner jumped with the Dancer’s help and propelled himself with his wind powers to reach halfway up the staircase; from there, he boosted himself up again to reach the roof.
Grand Diviner was about to motion for Dragon Dancer to jump and he’d boost him up but, when he caught sight of the taller one, he was already making his way to the top, effortlessly jumping from one wall to the next, making his way upwards.
Mike reached the top and smiled at his boyfriend. “I make it look easy, don’t try that at home.” Kurt just rolled his eyes.
Good thing he did that, actually, since he caught sight of a giant, floating (and incredibly tacky, if you asked him) gold star on the distance; he couldn’t tell exactly how far away it was, probably a couple of blocks to the north (or was it south? All that jumping left him a little dizzy). However, when he turned to Mike, he was looking at a completely different place; he was very interested in a flash that came from the same direction, but at ground level.
Not two minutes later, the flash got bigger and, for a split second, he caught sight of three people. Well, one person and two blurs; a black girl in blue; a white boy in red and…well, Kurt must have been hallucinating; the person he saw wore a very familiar blue-with-golden-stars spandex suit.
Two minutes after that, Artie informed everyone that a bank had just been robbed, and the one of the suspects looked a lot like their own Starlet.
***
“Confess, Berry!” Quinn had almost screamed at the diva. Everyone was now in the Music room (where unofficial meetings were held if they were sneaking out of Schue’s sight) wondering what the hell had happened. “We have three eyewitnesses, same costume, same hair, and same man-jaw.”
“Quinn,” Artie intervened, “we are not sure it was her; my radar never lost her signal and it was in a completely different part of the city.”
“And she was taller,” Mike added and everyone turned to look at him. “What? I notice.” Then he thought a little. “And more stacked.” That earned him one of his boyfriend’s classic bitch-faces (which he countered with a sheepish grin) and a scream from Rachel.
“Was a nose job involved, too?” Santana mocked him, thankfully lightening the mood.
“I didn’t know you could do that with your nose, Rachel must be very good.” Brittany pondered almost wisely, but the meaning was lost on all of them, until Santana answered a few seconds later. “Wrong kind of job, Brit.” The blonde just tilted her head with a curious “oh.”
After a few more seconds to let the disturbing mental image clear from the room (oh, sweet Versace, he could actually picture it!) Kurt rose from his seat. “Look, can’t we just put her on probation or something? Leave her here until we find out who is behind this?”
“And if it is Berry herself?” Quinn almost dared him, they didn’t genuinely dislike each other, but first impressions lasted as long time and theirs had put a strain on all their interactions (not that Kurt would admit it, but they were both too thick-headed to get over their initial problems).
“We send her to the proper authorities,” detective Schuester answered her, suddenly stepping into the room. “Until then, she is officially under investigation; Rachel, you’re confined to your room in the dormitory, and can only leave the facilities with an escort.”
He then turned to the others. “As for the rest of you, she’s to be treated with respect as a fellow team member; any hint of harassment will ground you until I change my mind.”
The diva jumped from her seat all of a sudden, as if remembering something. “My dads!” she started, “they’re our lawyers! They could have this fixed in no time! If we find the two others, they’ll clear me!”
“Maybe,” Schue offered kindly, “but we still need to sort this out; Quinn will look after you for the rest of the week.”
Both girls groaned loudly, but the rest of the teens went their separate ways, the only ones remaining were Kurt, Mike, Brit and Santana.
“We believe you,” the Latina told Mike, “if she were a double agent, we’d know.” She then locked pinkies with Brit and headed towards the door.
“Can we try a nose job later tonight?” he had heard Brit say as they were leaving; great, now he wished he’d worn his hat just to have something to puke into.
***
The incident with the mysterious Rachel look-alike left the teams shuffled very oddly; with Frankenteen being part of a different team every day. That was the whole reason Kurt was in the nurse’s office right now (and, before this, he didn’t know they had a nurse; though it would be worse if they didn’t); Finn had stepped in his foot with the (fucking heavy) suit on, during a routine patrol at that, no flashy jumps or anything! Mike managed to ditch the huge teen for the rest of the route and get his boyfriend back to HQ as fast as he could.
He also warned not to say anything about Finn to the nurse; good advice, she was Finn’s mom and Kurt had a few choice words about him at the moment that wouldn’t endear him to her if said out loud (or make his foot heal any faster), he’d save them until they were alone in their room.
“And if the pain is too much to handle,” she carried on almost without him, “take two of these and rest. No strenuous activity, forget about exercise and don’t even think of heroics.” She then eyed him up and down for the first time. “Are you sure you’re Burt’s kid? You look awfully skinny.”
“I take after mom, I think,” he said almost mechanically, his mind taking a few more second to process the information. “Wait a minute, how do you know my dad?”
“He comes to visit me all the time!” She was so happy that Kurt envied her a little, while wondering what the hell she meant with ‘all the time’. “It gets lonely here, only that Doctor ever comes to my office; though sometimes I wish she wouldn’t come so often, I think she might be a hypochondriac or something.”
Nurse Hudson carried on the conversation all by herself until his boyfriend arrived to take him away (Kurt noticed that Mike seemed to carry him everywhere lately; no complaints, though). His foot would be bandaged for at least a week, since Finn had surprisingly not broken anything, but the nurse didn’t want to risk him pulling something.
The way back to their room was silent, as Kurt wondered what had happened between his dad and Mrs. Hudson and, more importantly, when. Not even Mike could pull him out of his almost trance-like state when all Kurt did was sigh and think of all the things he would have to ask his dad on Saturday.
Why did nobody tell him anything? Even Mike had his secrets (that he thought Kurt didn’t suspect, but he was so wrong) like how he got all his weapons (Kurt was pretty sure a couple were illegal, he saw a few guns in there, too), or why his dragon tattoo shone whenever he did the crazier acrobatics, and his ability to change direction mid-jump. Thinking about it, did he really know anything about the people he worked with? Rachel’s dads were New Direction’s lawyers, Finn’s mom was their nurse, Tina’s parents were both ex-heroes and Mercedes’ dad was a dentist; and that was it…
Kurt was going to call Dr. Pills and ask her for everyone’s files; screw it, his dad had already seen them. However, he was stopped when a half-naked Mike Chang, straight from the shower, entered their room in nothing but boxers and an open pajama shirt.
Make out now, ask questions later.
***
Using his newfound spare time to learn how to hover turned out to be vey good, since he could now get around the base without Nurse Hudson dragging him back to his bed. It also gave him a gigantic reason to speak to one Rachel Berry.
Of course, in any other situation he’d never consider the idea of actively seeking the diva (even masochists had limits), especially since Mercedes hated Rachel and he was friends with her; still, some things had to be done and Rachel Berry was apparently involved in a lot of New Direction’s problems.
Surprisingly, she wasn’t that hard to deal with as he imagined, as if the blow to her image had made her a nicer person. While still moaning about her woes and everyone suspecting her of something she didn’t do, she was open to deeper conversation; she was also a good source of gossip on half the facility; very interesting gossip regarding the detective and the doctor, who were seeing each other even if his (soon to be ex) wife refused to change her last name until the divorce was final (good thing that her diner was named after her first name, or things could get awkward).
“But anyway,” she carried on, “it’s not my place to judge, I know how hard it is when your significant other acts like he doesn’t care about you, or goes off with someone else; I can actually relate to Mrs. Schuester, when Finn ran off with Brit and Santana, both of them, at once, I was so crushed. Luckily, I met Jessie but then Finn stopped dating them and wants me back; but who wouldn’t? Things are complicated.”
“Wait a second,” Kurt interrupted her, since it seemed the only way to stop her from talking. “Who’s Jessie?”
“Well,” Rachel looked sideways, as if trying to find the best words, “We’re sort of dating, he’s part of another superhero group; his name is Shooting Star which is really nice since that means we share a theme, but his power is super speed, and he can share it with others! He once took me to this lovely restaurant on the other side of the city and we still had time to drop by a bookstore, he’s a really good singer!”
Kurt let her carry on for a while before excusing himself with the excuse of going for some lunch; he had gotten a lot of answers from Rachel, perhaps more than he had questions for…
***
“So,” He heard his boyfriend’s very welcome voice behind him. “How do you like the Goddess Bow?”
Kurt had been practicing with the ranged weapons while his foot healed, taking advantage that he could aim and while sitting on a table, and had found a beautiful white bow around Mike’s personal training room (and its pulley system helped him pull the bowstring more easily).
“I didn’t know it was called that.” Kurt let the question implicit, hoping Mike would take the hint.
“It was made for Quinn,” Apparently, he did. “She threw it away after hearing the name, saying it was heresy to wield something named after heathen practices; I told her she could change it to Divine Bow but she squealed it was blasphemy and threw it at me.”
“Fun,” was the only thing Kurt managed to say as he materialized another arrow made of ice (let Artie have a heart attack figuring how he did that) and shot it, missing the bullseye by a good 3 inches. “So,” he added. “Want to tell me how you got all these?” Kurt pointed at the impressive collection.
“I have friends in the military,” It wasn’t a lie, but Kurt felt there was still something left unsaid. “Antique collectors, the likes; what I can’t find I commission.” He shrugged. “Sometimes we deal with nastier stuff than the regular criminals, so I try to keep everyone properly armed and trained, even Artie, should worse come to happen and HQ gets invaded.”
Kurt narrowed his eyes. “Just…who are you?”
Mike smirked. “It’s…actually a long story.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” The singer pointed at his bandaged foot; that actually made Mike smile more and he sat down next to Kurt.
“I was born in Costa Rica,” Mike started. “My parents had left China a few years before that, but were forced to return when I was 5. Apparently, my dad was part of this family of kung fu masters and the monks found some great potential in me.”
He then took off his shirt and showed him his back and, for the first time, Kurt actually looked at the damn thing and not his boyfriend’s perfectly sculpted muscles; in it was the Taoist symbol for yin-yang with a western-styled wyvern on top of it and a metallic Chinese dragon below it.
“They gave me this,” he explained. “The main symbol makes me agile, the metallic dragon allows me to master any weapon I wield and the wyvern lets me jump really high and change direction in the air.”
Sadly, after explaining all he needed, Mike put his shirt back on. “And it’s not finished, I should have a water dragon on the right and a Latin American Quetzalcoatl on the left; who knows what they’d do.”
“Yeah,” Kurt said almost flatly. “That was a lot…”
Mike chuckled and gave him a quick kiss. “And that’s not half of it. I’ll tell you the rest later.” He then picked up Kurt and headed off to their room, thanking whatever god was listening that the detective’s obliviousness let them sleep together.
***
“Are you serious?” Kurt told Artie in the lab early in the next morning.
“I’m not joking,” Wheels answered, staring attentively at the largest screen. “If his name is really Shooting Star, he’s no hero.” He typed something on his keyboard and several other files showed up on the screen. “If my information is correct, and you know it is, Vocal Adrenaline is a criminal group, I only have a few members in my files, and he would be the equivalent to our Finn.”
“Quite charming but a little dumb?” Kurt deadpanned, still not believing what he was seeing; then he looked at one of the screens. “There, that girl in blue, who is she?”
“Temptress,” Artie answered. “She has some sort of sound-based mind control; don’t ask me how she does it.”
“If Rachel’s hanging out with these people…” Kurt started.
“We have problems.” The genius finished for him.
***
Absurdly late, for several reasons but I had so many problems trying to introduce Carole that Irewrote her scene like 4 times wondering how she should act.
However, now the plot is tickening and we'll get to explore all these new side characters (I had to make some stuff on the spot, though; two members of VA will be named like their actors and a few other things in due time; though, with the Season 2 premier this week, half my characterizations will be Jossed anyway). This is also a (belated) birthday present to the wonderful crackedaglet (and a not-so-subtle push to finish those WIPs!)
As always; comments, good, bad and in-between are loved and welcome
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairings: All in the main cast; Kurt/Mike, Brittany/Santana (wait for it…), and a little surprise this chapter!
Lenght: ~2,500
Rating: R for the whole thing; Sixth episode rated light R for sexual situations, violence and language.
Summary: Glee AU, New Directions is a secret government project of teenage superheroes; hilarity, adventures (and romance) ensue.
Episode 1: New Directions here
Episode 2: Grand Davina found here
Episode 3: And now for someone completely different found here
Episode 4: The Grand Diviner found here
Episode 5: Defying Gravity here
“Kurt? Mike?” The Diviner jumped in surprise as he heard Wheels inside his head somehow. “Could you please stop making out and focus on your route?”
“We weren’t making out!” Kurt lied (to nothing in particular, the voice was in his head) because they totally were, but Artie didn’t need to hear that. Mike just sighed and placed his head on top of the shorter one’s.
“Kurt,” Artie started in a deadpan. “Your heart rate is faster and there’s a lot of pressure on your waist, neck and I didn’t want to know where else.”
“And Mike, put on your damn mask; you’re the only ones in a one-mile radius, but we still don’t want to see Pinn 2: the sequel.” Kurt ignored the unsubtle attempt at a bad joke and instead fixed his boyfriend’s red mask. “And don’t make a face.” That actually made the Diviner jump, how had Artie known that?! Maybe mind-reading was one of his abilities.
“I didn’t tell you about CODEC, right?” No, he hadn’t. “Are you familiar with Metal Gear?” After a few seconds of silence (Mike knew, but he was also giving the silent treatment) Artie carried on. “In a nutshell; radio in your head, totally safe, gave you the shot last week, nothing to worry about.”
“Suspiciously specific, aren’t we?” Mike almost growled, but let Kurt go. “Cheer up, I’ll take you to Mrs. Schuester’s diner tomorrow morning, okay?” He added after kissing the Diviner one last time. “She can be a pain in the ass but her cook is amazing.” After a few more seconds of silence, they heard Artie again, though visibly (oh, yeah; if Kurt concentrated hard enough, he could sort-of see the teen genius in his lab) upset.
“Guys, get out of there!” He had warned with maybe more nervousness than was necessary. “I’m detecting an unknown signal heading your way very fast, I want you to avoid conflict until I get more data.”
The couple looked at each other for a second; Mike smirked as he turned to a conveniently placed emergency staircase. “I’ll boost you up.” He held his hands to make a footstool for Kurt. The Diviner jumped with the Dancer’s help and propelled himself with his wind powers to reach halfway up the staircase; from there, he boosted himself up again to reach the roof.
Grand Diviner was about to motion for Dragon Dancer to jump and he’d boost him up but, when he caught sight of the taller one, he was already making his way to the top, effortlessly jumping from one wall to the next, making his way upwards.
Mike reached the top and smiled at his boyfriend. “I make it look easy, don’t try that at home.” Kurt just rolled his eyes.
Good thing he did that, actually, since he caught sight of a giant, floating (and incredibly tacky, if you asked him) gold star on the distance; he couldn’t tell exactly how far away it was, probably a couple of blocks to the north (or was it south? All that jumping left him a little dizzy). However, when he turned to Mike, he was looking at a completely different place; he was very interested in a flash that came from the same direction, but at ground level.
Not two minutes later, the flash got bigger and, for a split second, he caught sight of three people. Well, one person and two blurs; a black girl in blue; a white boy in red and…well, Kurt must have been hallucinating; the person he saw wore a very familiar blue-with-golden-stars spandex suit.
Two minutes after that, Artie informed everyone that a bank had just been robbed, and the one of the suspects looked a lot like their own Starlet.
***
“Confess, Berry!” Quinn had almost screamed at the diva. Everyone was now in the Music room (where unofficial meetings were held if they were sneaking out of Schue’s sight) wondering what the hell had happened. “We have three eyewitnesses, same costume, same hair, and same man-jaw.”
“Quinn,” Artie intervened, “we are not sure it was her; my radar never lost her signal and it was in a completely different part of the city.”
“And she was taller,” Mike added and everyone turned to look at him. “What? I notice.” Then he thought a little. “And more stacked.” That earned him one of his boyfriend’s classic bitch-faces (which he countered with a sheepish grin) and a scream from Rachel.
“Was a nose job involved, too?” Santana mocked him, thankfully lightening the mood.
“I didn’t know you could do that with your nose, Rachel must be very good.” Brittany pondered almost wisely, but the meaning was lost on all of them, until Santana answered a few seconds later. “Wrong kind of job, Brit.” The blonde just tilted her head with a curious “oh.”
After a few more seconds to let the disturbing mental image clear from the room (oh, sweet Versace, he could actually picture it!) Kurt rose from his seat. “Look, can’t we just put her on probation or something? Leave her here until we find out who is behind this?”
“And if it is Berry herself?” Quinn almost dared him, they didn’t genuinely dislike each other, but first impressions lasted as long time and theirs had put a strain on all their interactions (not that Kurt would admit it, but they were both too thick-headed to get over their initial problems).
“We send her to the proper authorities,” detective Schuester answered her, suddenly stepping into the room. “Until then, she is officially under investigation; Rachel, you’re confined to your room in the dormitory, and can only leave the facilities with an escort.”
He then turned to the others. “As for the rest of you, she’s to be treated with respect as a fellow team member; any hint of harassment will ground you until I change my mind.”
The diva jumped from her seat all of a sudden, as if remembering something. “My dads!” she started, “they’re our lawyers! They could have this fixed in no time! If we find the two others, they’ll clear me!”
“Maybe,” Schue offered kindly, “but we still need to sort this out; Quinn will look after you for the rest of the week.”
Both girls groaned loudly, but the rest of the teens went their separate ways, the only ones remaining were Kurt, Mike, Brit and Santana.
“We believe you,” the Latina told Mike, “if she were a double agent, we’d know.” She then locked pinkies with Brit and headed towards the door.
“Can we try a nose job later tonight?” he had heard Brit say as they were leaving; great, now he wished he’d worn his hat just to have something to puke into.
***
The incident with the mysterious Rachel look-alike left the teams shuffled very oddly; with Frankenteen being part of a different team every day. That was the whole reason Kurt was in the nurse’s office right now (and, before this, he didn’t know they had a nurse; though it would be worse if they didn’t); Finn had stepped in his foot with the (fucking heavy) suit on, during a routine patrol at that, no flashy jumps or anything! Mike managed to ditch the huge teen for the rest of the route and get his boyfriend back to HQ as fast as he could.
He also warned not to say anything about Finn to the nurse; good advice, she was Finn’s mom and Kurt had a few choice words about him at the moment that wouldn’t endear him to her if said out loud (or make his foot heal any faster), he’d save them until they were alone in their room.
“And if the pain is too much to handle,” she carried on almost without him, “take two of these and rest. No strenuous activity, forget about exercise and don’t even think of heroics.” She then eyed him up and down for the first time. “Are you sure you’re Burt’s kid? You look awfully skinny.”
“I take after mom, I think,” he said almost mechanically, his mind taking a few more second to process the information. “Wait a minute, how do you know my dad?”
“He comes to visit me all the time!” She was so happy that Kurt envied her a little, while wondering what the hell she meant with ‘all the time’. “It gets lonely here, only that Doctor ever comes to my office; though sometimes I wish she wouldn’t come so often, I think she might be a hypochondriac or something.”
Nurse Hudson carried on the conversation all by herself until his boyfriend arrived to take him away (Kurt noticed that Mike seemed to carry him everywhere lately; no complaints, though). His foot would be bandaged for at least a week, since Finn had surprisingly not broken anything, but the nurse didn’t want to risk him pulling something.
The way back to their room was silent, as Kurt wondered what had happened between his dad and Mrs. Hudson and, more importantly, when. Not even Mike could pull him out of his almost trance-like state when all Kurt did was sigh and think of all the things he would have to ask his dad on Saturday.
Why did nobody tell him anything? Even Mike had his secrets (that he thought Kurt didn’t suspect, but he was so wrong) like how he got all his weapons (Kurt was pretty sure a couple were illegal, he saw a few guns in there, too), or why his dragon tattoo shone whenever he did the crazier acrobatics, and his ability to change direction mid-jump. Thinking about it, did he really know anything about the people he worked with? Rachel’s dads were New Direction’s lawyers, Finn’s mom was their nurse, Tina’s parents were both ex-heroes and Mercedes’ dad was a dentist; and that was it…
Kurt was going to call Dr. Pills and ask her for everyone’s files; screw it, his dad had already seen them. However, he was stopped when a half-naked Mike Chang, straight from the shower, entered their room in nothing but boxers and an open pajama shirt.
Make out now, ask questions later.
***
Using his newfound spare time to learn how to hover turned out to be vey good, since he could now get around the base without Nurse Hudson dragging him back to his bed. It also gave him a gigantic reason to speak to one Rachel Berry.
Of course, in any other situation he’d never consider the idea of actively seeking the diva (even masochists had limits), especially since Mercedes hated Rachel and he was friends with her; still, some things had to be done and Rachel Berry was apparently involved in a lot of New Direction’s problems.
Surprisingly, she wasn’t that hard to deal with as he imagined, as if the blow to her image had made her a nicer person. While still moaning about her woes and everyone suspecting her of something she didn’t do, she was open to deeper conversation; she was also a good source of gossip on half the facility; very interesting gossip regarding the detective and the doctor, who were seeing each other even if his (soon to be ex) wife refused to change her last name until the divorce was final (good thing that her diner was named after her first name, or things could get awkward).
“But anyway,” she carried on, “it’s not my place to judge, I know how hard it is when your significant other acts like he doesn’t care about you, or goes off with someone else; I can actually relate to Mrs. Schuester, when Finn ran off with Brit and Santana, both of them, at once, I was so crushed. Luckily, I met Jessie but then Finn stopped dating them and wants me back; but who wouldn’t? Things are complicated.”
“Wait a second,” Kurt interrupted her, since it seemed the only way to stop her from talking. “Who’s Jessie?”
“Well,” Rachel looked sideways, as if trying to find the best words, “We’re sort of dating, he’s part of another superhero group; his name is Shooting Star which is really nice since that means we share a theme, but his power is super speed, and he can share it with others! He once took me to this lovely restaurant on the other side of the city and we still had time to drop by a bookstore, he’s a really good singer!”
Kurt let her carry on for a while before excusing himself with the excuse of going for some lunch; he had gotten a lot of answers from Rachel, perhaps more than he had questions for…
***
“So,” He heard his boyfriend’s very welcome voice behind him. “How do you like the Goddess Bow?”
Kurt had been practicing with the ranged weapons while his foot healed, taking advantage that he could aim and while sitting on a table, and had found a beautiful white bow around Mike’s personal training room (and its pulley system helped him pull the bowstring more easily).
“I didn’t know it was called that.” Kurt let the question implicit, hoping Mike would take the hint.
“It was made for Quinn,” Apparently, he did. “She threw it away after hearing the name, saying it was heresy to wield something named after heathen practices; I told her she could change it to Divine Bow but she squealed it was blasphemy and threw it at me.”
“Fun,” was the only thing Kurt managed to say as he materialized another arrow made of ice (let Artie have a heart attack figuring how he did that) and shot it, missing the bullseye by a good 3 inches. “So,” he added. “Want to tell me how you got all these?” Kurt pointed at the impressive collection.
“I have friends in the military,” It wasn’t a lie, but Kurt felt there was still something left unsaid. “Antique collectors, the likes; what I can’t find I commission.” He shrugged. “Sometimes we deal with nastier stuff than the regular criminals, so I try to keep everyone properly armed and trained, even Artie, should worse come to happen and HQ gets invaded.”
Kurt narrowed his eyes. “Just…who are you?”
Mike smirked. “It’s…actually a long story.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” The singer pointed at his bandaged foot; that actually made Mike smile more and he sat down next to Kurt.
“I was born in Costa Rica,” Mike started. “My parents had left China a few years before that, but were forced to return when I was 5. Apparently, my dad was part of this family of kung fu masters and the monks found some great potential in me.”
He then took off his shirt and showed him his back and, for the first time, Kurt actually looked at the damn thing and not his boyfriend’s perfectly sculpted muscles; in it was the Taoist symbol for yin-yang with a western-styled wyvern on top of it and a metallic Chinese dragon below it.
“They gave me this,” he explained. “The main symbol makes me agile, the metallic dragon allows me to master any weapon I wield and the wyvern lets me jump really high and change direction in the air.”
Sadly, after explaining all he needed, Mike put his shirt back on. “And it’s not finished, I should have a water dragon on the right and a Latin American Quetzalcoatl on the left; who knows what they’d do.”
“Yeah,” Kurt said almost flatly. “That was a lot…”
Mike chuckled and gave him a quick kiss. “And that’s not half of it. I’ll tell you the rest later.” He then picked up Kurt and headed off to their room, thanking whatever god was listening that the detective’s obliviousness let them sleep together.
***
“Are you serious?” Kurt told Artie in the lab early in the next morning.
“I’m not joking,” Wheels answered, staring attentively at the largest screen. “If his name is really Shooting Star, he’s no hero.” He typed something on his keyboard and several other files showed up on the screen. “If my information is correct, and you know it is, Vocal Adrenaline is a criminal group, I only have a few members in my files, and he would be the equivalent to our Finn.”
“Quite charming but a little dumb?” Kurt deadpanned, still not believing what he was seeing; then he looked at one of the screens. “There, that girl in blue, who is she?”
“Temptress,” Artie answered. “She has some sort of sound-based mind control; don’t ask me how she does it.”
“If Rachel’s hanging out with these people…” Kurt started.
“We have problems.” The genius finished for him.
***
Absurdly late, for several reasons but I had so many problems trying to introduce Carole that Irewrote her scene like 4 times wondering how she should act.
However, now the plot is tickening and we'll get to explore all these new side characters (I had to make some stuff on the spot, though; two members of VA will be named like their actors and a few other things in due time; though, with the Season 2 premier this week, half my characterizations will be Jossed anyway). This is also a (belated) birthday present to the wonderful crackedaglet (and a not-so-subtle push to finish those WIPs!)
As always; comments, good, bad and in-between are loved and welcome