Fic: Rainbow’s Freedom (Paradise Arc) (27/37)
Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (Paradise Arc) (27/37)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Steve/Diana, Queen Hippolyta
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark continue to juggle being lovers as well as Master and slave, Bruce continues his Abolitionist work, and a shocking Family Secret is revealed. Meanwhile, the Queen Family welcomes a new member, and Steve and Hal meet their Destinies, although neither one realizes it yet. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Steve meets Queen Hippolyta and discovers a disturbing fact of life in Paradise.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): June 25, 2008
Date Of Posting: May 13, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 692
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Paradise lost,
Paradise gained,
Eden or Olympus,
It’s all the same.
Elenora Walden
"Ancient Echoes"
2206 C.E.
XXVII
PARADISE LOST
Steve awoke, sensing a presence in the room.
“Diana?”
She came out of the shadows. “Can you attend dinner, or would you rather eat here?”
Steve sat up. He still had a headache, though it was much less, and he was hungry.
“I’d like to try and attend dinner.”
“Excellent.”
Diana helped him up, handing him his cane, and they walked through the marble corridors, dusky light streaming through the windows.
They passed through the Throne Room, grand with tapestries and the marble throne, but empty of people, and entered a room with low tables and couches. A meal was already laid out on the table, and Steve gratefully sat on a couch, Diana sitting next to him.
The whisper of silk alerted Steve to a newcomer.
A tall, regal, blond woman swept into the room, followed by two servants. One servant poured wine from a carafe while the other set a plate of grapes on the table.
“Your Majesty,” Steve said, attempting to rise, his hip throbbing.
The blond held out her hand, chain links between her golden bracelets.
“No need to rise, Major, and yes, I am Queen Hippolyta.”
The Queen sat on a couch and reclined sideways in the manner of the ancient Greeks, her crown glittering on her head.
Steve wondered at this show of royalty. Hippolyta was just as much a slave as her daughter or the rest of the Amazons.
“Are you feeling better, Major?”
“Much, thank you.” Well, he still had a headache and his hip was throbbing, but no need to worry his hosts with the details.
“Excellent.” Hippolyta waved her hand at the table. “How is your appetite?”
“Pretty good.”
Diana offered him a golden plate and Steve filled it with grapes, a pomegranate, and freshly-baked bread.
“Delicious,” he pronounced, suddenly ravenous.
“Excellent.”
Steve was a little disturbed by the smile on the Queen’s face. It didn’t seem quite right.
“You were injured testing a new plane?”
He nodded. “Unfortunately, it was a total disaster.”
“Ah, but you are in Paradise now.”
Steve smiled but felt uncomfortable. Maybe this place had been Paradise at one time, but he doubted it was now. Everything was beautiful on the surface, but in reality it was a giant brothel, exploiting a proud Warrior race.
As darkness fell, braziers were lit around the room by the servants.
“You have journeyed into space many times,” said Hippolyta.
“I have. It’s fascinating out there. Surrounded by endless space, it puts things into perspective.”
“The old tales of the Gods speak of infinity.”
“The Greek Gods are interesting myths.”
A small smile crossed the Queen’s face. “Perhaps they live on in Destiny.”
“I suppose so. Fate, Destiny…”
“I believe in Destiny,” Diana said quietly.
Steve looked at her, mesmerized by her beauty and haunted by the sadness lurking in her eyes.
He turned back to Hippolyta, and that was when he noticed it: a slightly glassy look to her eyes.
He felt slightly numbed. Of course! How did you successfully subjugate a highly-skilled Warrior race for almost four centuries?
You drugged them.
He had no idea of any rebellious incidents, but he would talk with Anderson tomorrow. Did this drug make the Amazons docile, or were there any eruptions?
Without thought he covered Diana’s hand with his. For a second, she stiffened, then squeezed his hand.
The conversation continued pleasantly, Steve relaxing a little as he enjoyed the food and the intellectual stimulation. He allowed himself to play the game, pretending that the woman who sat next to him was a Queen beyond in name only, and that he was their honored guest.
After dinner, Diana escorted him back to his quarters.
“You ate well,” she observed.
“It was delicious food.”
“We are fortunate. The food here is always fresh.”
“Mmm.” Steve would have said fitting for Paradise, but the words stuck in his throat.
“Sleep well, Steve. I shall come for you to partake of breakfast in the morning.”
“Good night.”
Steve watched her go, troubled in his heart.
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Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Steve/Diana, Queen Hippolyta
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark continue to juggle being lovers as well as Master and slave, Bruce continues his Abolitionist work, and a shocking Family Secret is revealed. Meanwhile, the Queen Family welcomes a new member, and Steve and Hal meet their Destinies, although neither one realizes it yet. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Steve meets Queen Hippolyta and discovers a disturbing fact of life in Paradise.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): June 25, 2008
Date Of Posting: May 13, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 692
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Paradise lost,
Paradise gained,
Eden or Olympus,
It’s all the same.
Elenora Walden
"Ancient Echoes"
2206 C.E.
XXVII
PARADISE LOST
Steve awoke, sensing a presence in the room.
“Diana?”
She came out of the shadows. “Can you attend dinner, or would you rather eat here?”
Steve sat up. He still had a headache, though it was much less, and he was hungry.
“I’d like to try and attend dinner.”
“Excellent.”
Diana helped him up, handing him his cane, and they walked through the marble corridors, dusky light streaming through the windows.
They passed through the Throne Room, grand with tapestries and the marble throne, but empty of people, and entered a room with low tables and couches. A meal was already laid out on the table, and Steve gratefully sat on a couch, Diana sitting next to him.
The whisper of silk alerted Steve to a newcomer.
A tall, regal, blond woman swept into the room, followed by two servants. One servant poured wine from a carafe while the other set a plate of grapes on the table.
“Your Majesty,” Steve said, attempting to rise, his hip throbbing.
The blond held out her hand, chain links between her golden bracelets.
“No need to rise, Major, and yes, I am Queen Hippolyta.”
The Queen sat on a couch and reclined sideways in the manner of the ancient Greeks, her crown glittering on her head.
Steve wondered at this show of royalty. Hippolyta was just as much a slave as her daughter or the rest of the Amazons.
“Are you feeling better, Major?”
“Much, thank you.” Well, he still had a headache and his hip was throbbing, but no need to worry his hosts with the details.
“Excellent.” Hippolyta waved her hand at the table. “How is your appetite?”
“Pretty good.”
Diana offered him a golden plate and Steve filled it with grapes, a pomegranate, and freshly-baked bread.
“Delicious,” he pronounced, suddenly ravenous.
“Excellent.”
Steve was a little disturbed by the smile on the Queen’s face. It didn’t seem quite right.
“You were injured testing a new plane?”
He nodded. “Unfortunately, it was a total disaster.”
“Ah, but you are in Paradise now.”
Steve smiled but felt uncomfortable. Maybe this place had been Paradise at one time, but he doubted it was now. Everything was beautiful on the surface, but in reality it was a giant brothel, exploiting a proud Warrior race.
As darkness fell, braziers were lit around the room by the servants.
“You have journeyed into space many times,” said Hippolyta.
“I have. It’s fascinating out there. Surrounded by endless space, it puts things into perspective.”
“The old tales of the Gods speak of infinity.”
“The Greek Gods are interesting myths.”
A small smile crossed the Queen’s face. “Perhaps they live on in Destiny.”
“I suppose so. Fate, Destiny…”
“I believe in Destiny,” Diana said quietly.
Steve looked at her, mesmerized by her beauty and haunted by the sadness lurking in her eyes.
He turned back to Hippolyta, and that was when he noticed it: a slightly glassy look to her eyes.
He felt slightly numbed. Of course! How did you successfully subjugate a highly-skilled Warrior race for almost four centuries?
You drugged them.
He had no idea of any rebellious incidents, but he would talk with Anderson tomorrow. Did this drug make the Amazons docile, or were there any eruptions?
Without thought he covered Diana’s hand with his. For a second, she stiffened, then squeezed his hand.
The conversation continued pleasantly, Steve relaxing a little as he enjoyed the food and the intellectual stimulation. He allowed himself to play the game, pretending that the woman who sat next to him was a Queen beyond in name only, and that he was their honored guest.
After dinner, Diana escorted him back to his quarters.
“You ate well,” she observed.
“It was delicious food.”
“We are fortunate. The food here is always fresh.”
“Mmm.” Steve would have said fitting for Paradise, but the words stuck in his throat.
“Sleep well, Steve. I shall come for you to partake of breakfast in the morning.”
“Good night.”
Steve watched her go, troubled in his heart.
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