Fic: Stained Glass I: Shattered (9/10)
Title: Stained Glass I: Shattered (9/10)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Steve/Diana
Genres: Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort
Rating (this chapter): R
Warnings: (this chapter): Sexual violence (dreams)
Spoilers: : References in various chapters to events in "Until The Yellow Sun Blesses You Again...".
General Summary: Diana and Steve’s love has always been strong, and they have always had each other’s back. Now they need that strength and teamwork when they are captured during a war on an alien planet.
Summary: The fever burns through Steve with a vengeance.
Date Of Completion: January 26, 2008
Date Of Posting: February 7, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1138
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Further Notes here.
All chapters can be found here.
I decided to use the aliens from "Until The Yellow Sun Blesses You Again...". Why waste good bad guys and their vicious winged pets? ;)
Yeah, I labelled this "One" as in first-in-a-series, because I think a sequel might be in order. If I don’t write one, I’ll just knock off the Roman numeral.
In an aside, I’m glad that we were taught Roman numerals in grade school, otherwise how could we know which Super Bowl it is? ;)
IX
STAINED GLASS
Prisms of light
Beautiful,
Rainbow’d.
Stained glass
Shattered,
Sparkling shards
Scattered.
Ruby light,
Ruby glass,
Sliced
To ribbons.
Emily Adams Cutler
“Yellow Roses And Other Poems”
1859 C.E.
Diana wiped Steve’s face with the damp cloth, trying to bring down his temperature but she knew it was a losing battle. His fever was raging and he moved restlessly on the blankets laid out on the riverbank, twilight falling as Diana touched his brow.
Tears filled her eyes as she knew that time was running out. The psychological and physical trauma of the rape was slowly burning her Beloved from the inside out.
She had tried riding the wind currents again but was still grounded. Tomorrow she would have to walk again while carrying Steve but it was a small price to pay if she could get him help.
Worriedly she curled up around him as he shivered.
& & & & & &
Diana lay sprawled on the ground in her chiton, bracelets chained together, Galt looming over here. He nudged her thigh with his boot and yanked her up by her hair. Her head lolled and he slapped her hard.
“Wake up, whore! Your true duty must be fulfilled!”
Laughter and drunken cursing, then Steve ran into the clearing, sword high. “Angel!” he screamed, and shoved Galt away from her before his men could grab him. The G’darran roared and struck with his own sword, Steve gritting his teeth as he parried the thrust. With relief he saw Diana open her eyes and rise to her feet.
The chiton he wore gave him freedom of movement, and he fought hard. He winced as he was slammed back against a boulder, his sword flying out of his hand. Galt grinned and slid his tongue along his captive’s jaw, Steve’s kick just missing his groin. Galt grabbed a fistful of hair and smashed his head into the stone.
Nausea welled up in Steve as Galt’s tongue slipped into his mouth, pressing his body close.
When Galt removed his tongue Steve choked and gasped, his limbs aching but his eyes blazed and he pushed back hard.
“Pretty Yellow Hair,” Galt crooned. He suddenly whispered in Steve’s ear, “You let your woman lead you around. You deserve to service us until you get some balls.”
Steve snarled and suddenly felt himself falling, falling, falling, with a great weight on top of him and panic squeezed his chest like a vise as he tried to push the weight away…!
& & & & & &
The ocean gently lulled him to near-sleep. He struggled to stay awake. If he had a concussion, he would slip away into a coma. He heard a seagull cry and thought he heard voices drifting out across the sea.
The wing of his plane was warm beneath him, silver in the sun…
& & & & & &
When he opened his eyes, he saw an Angel…
& & & & & &
They danced beneath the lights of the chandeliers, the ballroom glittering with crystal and gold. His Angel was the most beautiful woman in the world, and he had eyes for no one but her. She wore a white gown and diamond necklace, the one he had gifted her with on their first Valentine’s Day.
She leaned forward and kissed him…
& & & & & &
Steve laughed as he ran down the beach, chasing his Angel. She could easily outrun him as a gazelle could outrun the wind, but she kept close enough to give him the chance to catch her.
He did, and they fell to the water, the ocean sparkling and bright this summer’s day. She laughed and the waves crashed over them, leaving them wet and wanton…
& & & & & &
Leaves crunched beneath their boots as they walked hand-in-hand, scarlet and gold and orange swirling around them as the crisp air filled their lungs. She wore jeans and a red sweater and they didn’t speak but were comfortable with each other, his fingers touching his Medal, her gift to him on their first Valentine’s Day, as they kicked at the leaves, exchanging smiles…
& & & & & &
The church was filled with family and friends, the sun shining through the stained-glass windows and creating rainbows on the marble walls and floor, the organist beginning to play the Wedding March. He was wearing his uniform, but it was white with shining gold buttons. He smiled at Hal, his best man, and turned to face the back of the church.
His Angel was in white, her golden tiara anchoring a veil of filmy tulle as her hands held her bouquet, her Amazon bracelets sparkling silver. She wore the diamond necklace and it sparkled rainbow prisms from the light streaming in through the stained-glass windows. He watched her progress and as she reached out her hand to take his, the world exploded.
The stained-glass windows shattered and he covered her body with his own, falling to the diamond-patterned floor with a thud. He struggled to breathe, a great weight upon him, and he felt the pain crawl up his spine. Shards of broken stained glass were scattered, glass stained with blood. He looked up, struggling to his knees, and his Angel was standing before him, her white dress streaked with scarlet.
“Angel…” His voice shook and he reached out. “I’m sorry.”
“No need, Beloved.”
“I failed you.”
She shook her head. “This blood is not mine.”
He felt the burning and looked down, his white pants soaked in blood. Scarlet pooled out on the floor and stained more glass.
“Please, no more,” he whispered.
She reached down and touched his face, then the Medal at his throat.
A red mist began to cloud his vision, and the church and all his loved ones began to disappear behind it. He reached out desperately and grabbed her hand.
“Angel, will you always…love me?”
“Always, Beloved.”
His strength was fading as he began to slip away but he held on to her hand as tightly as he could.
“As I will you, my Angel.”
The fragments of stained glass shimmered and melted as blood ran down in rivulets on the pale marble floor…
& & & & & &
Tears streamed down Diana’s face as she held her lover, then his eyes opened and he grabbed her hand.
“Angel, will you always…love me?”
“Always, Beloved.”
He seemed at peace with that answer, and smiled slightly.
“As I will you, my Angel.”
His eyes closed and she cried out, “No! Hera help me! Aphrodite! Athena!”
Her hand rested on blood-soaked silk as the morning sun rose, touching Steve’s hair and turning it to brighter gold.
A shadow fell across the sun. Diana looked up and her tear-blurred eyes widened.
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Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Steve/Diana
Genres: Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort
Rating (this chapter): R
Warnings: (this chapter): Sexual violence (dreams)
Spoilers: : References in various chapters to events in "Until The Yellow Sun Blesses You Again...".
General Summary: Diana and Steve’s love has always been strong, and they have always had each other’s back. Now they need that strength and teamwork when they are captured during a war on an alien planet.
Summary: The fever burns through Steve with a vengeance.
Date Of Completion: January 26, 2008
Date Of Posting: February 7, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1138
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Further Notes here.
All chapters can be found here.
I decided to use the aliens from "Until The Yellow Sun Blesses You Again...". Why waste good bad guys and their vicious winged pets? ;)
Yeah, I labelled this "One" as in first-in-a-series, because I think a sequel might be in order. If I don’t write one, I’ll just knock off the Roman numeral.
In an aside, I’m glad that we were taught Roman numerals in grade school, otherwise how could we know which Super Bowl it is? ;)
IX
STAINED GLASS
Prisms of light
Beautiful,
Rainbow’d.
Stained glass
Shattered,
Sparkling shards
Scattered.
Ruby light,
Ruby glass,
Sliced
To ribbons.
Emily Adams Cutler
“Yellow Roses And Other Poems”
1859 C.E.
Diana wiped Steve’s face with the damp cloth, trying to bring down his temperature but she knew it was a losing battle. His fever was raging and he moved restlessly on the blankets laid out on the riverbank, twilight falling as Diana touched his brow.
Tears filled her eyes as she knew that time was running out. The psychological and physical trauma of the rape was slowly burning her Beloved from the inside out.
She had tried riding the wind currents again but was still grounded. Tomorrow she would have to walk again while carrying Steve but it was a small price to pay if she could get him help.
Worriedly she curled up around him as he shivered.
& & & & & &
Diana lay sprawled on the ground in her chiton, bracelets chained together, Galt looming over here. He nudged her thigh with his boot and yanked her up by her hair. Her head lolled and he slapped her hard.
“Wake up, whore! Your true duty must be fulfilled!”
Laughter and drunken cursing, then Steve ran into the clearing, sword high. “Angel!” he screamed, and shoved Galt away from her before his men could grab him. The G’darran roared and struck with his own sword, Steve gritting his teeth as he parried the thrust. With relief he saw Diana open her eyes and rise to her feet.
The chiton he wore gave him freedom of movement, and he fought hard. He winced as he was slammed back against a boulder, his sword flying out of his hand. Galt grinned and slid his tongue along his captive’s jaw, Steve’s kick just missing his groin. Galt grabbed a fistful of hair and smashed his head into the stone.
Nausea welled up in Steve as Galt’s tongue slipped into his mouth, pressing his body close.
When Galt removed his tongue Steve choked and gasped, his limbs aching but his eyes blazed and he pushed back hard.
“Pretty Yellow Hair,” Galt crooned. He suddenly whispered in Steve’s ear, “You let your woman lead you around. You deserve to service us until you get some balls.”
Steve snarled and suddenly felt himself falling, falling, falling, with a great weight on top of him and panic squeezed his chest like a vise as he tried to push the weight away…!
& & & & & &
The ocean gently lulled him to near-sleep. He struggled to stay awake. If he had a concussion, he would slip away into a coma. He heard a seagull cry and thought he heard voices drifting out across the sea.
The wing of his plane was warm beneath him, silver in the sun…
& & & & & &
When he opened his eyes, he saw an Angel…
& & & & & &
They danced beneath the lights of the chandeliers, the ballroom glittering with crystal and gold. His Angel was the most beautiful woman in the world, and he had eyes for no one but her. She wore a white gown and diamond necklace, the one he had gifted her with on their first Valentine’s Day.
She leaned forward and kissed him…
& & & & & &
Steve laughed as he ran down the beach, chasing his Angel. She could easily outrun him as a gazelle could outrun the wind, but she kept close enough to give him the chance to catch her.
He did, and they fell to the water, the ocean sparkling and bright this summer’s day. She laughed and the waves crashed over them, leaving them wet and wanton…
& & & & & &
Leaves crunched beneath their boots as they walked hand-in-hand, scarlet and gold and orange swirling around them as the crisp air filled their lungs. She wore jeans and a red sweater and they didn’t speak but were comfortable with each other, his fingers touching his Medal, her gift to him on their first Valentine’s Day, as they kicked at the leaves, exchanging smiles…
& & & & & &
The church was filled with family and friends, the sun shining through the stained-glass windows and creating rainbows on the marble walls and floor, the organist beginning to play the Wedding March. He was wearing his uniform, but it was white with shining gold buttons. He smiled at Hal, his best man, and turned to face the back of the church.
His Angel was in white, her golden tiara anchoring a veil of filmy tulle as her hands held her bouquet, her Amazon bracelets sparkling silver. She wore the diamond necklace and it sparkled rainbow prisms from the light streaming in through the stained-glass windows. He watched her progress and as she reached out her hand to take his, the world exploded.
The stained-glass windows shattered and he covered her body with his own, falling to the diamond-patterned floor with a thud. He struggled to breathe, a great weight upon him, and he felt the pain crawl up his spine. Shards of broken stained glass were scattered, glass stained with blood. He looked up, struggling to his knees, and his Angel was standing before him, her white dress streaked with scarlet.
“Angel…” His voice shook and he reached out. “I’m sorry.”
“No need, Beloved.”
“I failed you.”
She shook her head. “This blood is not mine.”
He felt the burning and looked down, his white pants soaked in blood. Scarlet pooled out on the floor and stained more glass.
“Please, no more,” he whispered.
She reached down and touched his face, then the Medal at his throat.
A red mist began to cloud his vision, and the church and all his loved ones began to disappear behind it. He reached out desperately and grabbed her hand.
“Angel, will you always…love me?”
“Always, Beloved.”
His strength was fading as he began to slip away but he held on to her hand as tightly as he could.
“As I will you, my Angel.”
The fragments of stained glass shimmered and melted as blood ran down in rivulets on the pale marble floor…
& & & & & &
Tears streamed down Diana’s face as she held her lover, then his eyes opened and he grabbed her hand.
“Angel, will you always…love me?”
“Always, Beloved.”
He seemed at peace with that answer, and smiled slightly.
“As I will you, my Angel.”
His eyes closed and she cried out, “No! Hera help me! Aphrodite! Athena!”
Her hand rested on blood-soaked silk as the morning sun rose, touching Steve’s hair and turning it to brighter gold.
A shadow fell across the sun. Diana looked up and her tear-blurred eyes widened.
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