cross-posted from my journal
I bring you a new fic! Enjoy! ^_^
Title: Pantheon
Author: That'd be me. *grins* Andrew, Obsidian, call me what you want. But only if it's nice. ;)
Rating: R, or MA, whichever you understand better. ^_^
Comments: This is going to be a bit different then the other I've written or plan to write... Then again, many of the fics that are in the planning stage are 'different'. ;) This is going to be a crossover fic, but I'm not going to say yet what it's crossing over with, as I want it to be a surprise. *grins* Which I think it will be. Obviously, this is going to be an AU, but it'll be a bit more alternate then most, as this fic's Amy has something of a hidden past, which is going to shake quite a number of worlds when it surfaces. And if you thought there was angst in my last fic... *evil chuckle*
Legal Disclaimer: I do not own 'D.E.B.S.' That belongs to the fabulously talented Angela Robinson. You'll find out about the other one when it finally shows up. ;)
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Prologue
She was running for her life.
Technically, she supposed she didn't need to be running so fast. They did think she was dead, after all. But she just wanted so desperately to get away from That Place and all those horrid people that she decided to forego stealth for speed, her long legs rapidly eating up ground.
It hadn't been easy to rig up the explosion that had supposedly claimed her life when she'd been watched twenty-four hours a day. But after the others had died, and she'd heard rumors of an escape, she'd known it was her only chance, and that she'd had no choice but to take it before the window had closed and she'd been moved somewhere with even tighter security.
She'd been subtly making preparations for weeks, just a little bit here and there. No one had ever noticed, not thinking her capable of such deviousness and guile, apparantly forgetting all the training they themselves had given her. The confusion as first one, then another of her "team" died had helped, of course.
Team. Ha. Now there was a laugh. It was hard to be a proper team when you were so often seperated and trained to supress your emotions and just do what you were told.
She'd remained crouched in the very small space under the skeletal remains of the burned-out remains of the storage shed for hours, six or seven, until she was sure they were gone. She then took pains to erase any trace that she'd ever been there, then snuck out, and once she was certain she was far enough away, started to run.
She was far away enough now, past even the woods that were near their property, that she could likely have slowed down. It was very late at night, and nobody was driving along the road she'd emerged from the woods onto, her lungs were starting to burn, and her legs were protesting so much action after so many hours of being confined in a not-terribly-comfortable position, but she didn't stop.
Because for once, she wasn't running because someone told her to, or because it was a training exercise, or because she was being punished, or even to try and escape certain death.
She ran because she could. Because she was finally free to. Free to do whatever she wanted.
Whatever she wanted.
She staggered to a stop, falling to her knees but not even registering as she scraped her skin, planting her hands on the ground in front of her as she struggled mightly to get enough oxygen to her cells. It was a staggering concept, for someone who'd been locked away from the world for so long. She couldn't quite wrap her mind around it.
She.
Was.
Free.
She was also cold, damp from sweating so much, and scared. She hadn't really planned ahead (she pushed down the worry that her instructors would be disappointed with her, and the... unpleasant consequences that could bring; that was the least of her worries) beyond just getting away and making sure she wasn't followed. She felt an urge to go back, if only for the security and stability it offered, but she beat it down ruthlessly. Barely any security and stability might be better then none, but she couldn't... would NEVER go back.
So now there was just her, alone, in the great big world. She started shaking, and not just from the utter exhaustion that had suddenly seized her. What... what was she going to do, now?
Sudden light swept over her, tearing her out of the concealing blackness, and she couldn't stop a panicked cry as she tried to throw herself mindlessly away from the sound of two doors slamming on the car that she hadn't heard approaching because of the blood rushing past her ears. No! She wouldn't go back!
"Hey! Are you all right?"
No...
"Honey, who is it?"
Don't...
"I don't know. Looks like a girl." One of the shapes, backlight by the car's headlights and preventing her from seeing any details, shook its head. The male, her mind informed her, but she was too scared to listen. "Damn, poor thing looks like she took a beating. Get your phone, go call the police."
That managed to get through even her terror. "Please... no..."
"What?" the man asked, getting closer and kneeling down.
She fought down the impulse to cringe away from him, all her training screaming at her not to trust strangers, that this wasn't safe. But she had no choice, she could NOT let them call the police. Otherwise, THEY would find out she was still alive and come for her. "Don't... please... no police... Please?" Her voice broke on the last word.
He looked at her for a long moment before nodding. "Okay," he said softly, getting up to talk with the woman she guessed was his wife. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but hoped that he would convince her not to make any calls. That hope couldn't stop her fear, however, and her shaking worsened. She really wasn't dressed for this...
"Amy?"
Really, she just wanted to go home, but her parents were dead, she didn't have a home anymore...
Amy?
...and she couldn't go back, would not go back there...
Amy, honey, wake up, you're-
"-having a bad dream."
Amy snapped awake with a strangled gasp, fear lingering until she recognized her surroundings. Safe. She was safe.
Lucy was looking down at her with an expression of open concern, as well as something more, something that Lucy herself probably wasn't aware of, yet. Amy went limp as relief washed over her. They were in Lucy's lair, several days after she'd been 'kidnapped' from the D.E.B.S. by the master criminal. "I'm sorry," she managed to say. "Did I wake you up?"
"Well, sort of," Lucy said, seeming to blush. In actuality, she'd woken up a while earlier needing to use the bathroom, then once she got back she'd just laid there, watching Amy sleep. She was so beautiful asleep... until her dreams had seemed to take an unpleasant turn.
"Sorry," Amy said again, her usual sweet and pleasant demeanor showing some signs of strain.
"Wanna talk about it?"
Amy shrugged as Lucy settled next to her. "Nothing to really talk about. Just a bad dream." Then, because she knew Lucy wasn't going to leave it alone until she had an explanation, lied, "I don't remember all of it, but I think it had to do with Ms. Petrie's reaction if she finds out what I'm really doing while I'm being 'kidnapped'."
Lucy snorted in amusement. "Sounds scary, all right." She wasn't entirely convinced, though. It seemed a bit too glib.
"Oh, you have no idea." And it wasn't like that wasn't true. Petrie would go balistic if she found out what was really going on.
She hated having to lie to Lucy, though. The one person with whom she was supposed to be able to be completely honest. But this was not a conversation she felt able to have at somewhere around three in the morning, and definitely not after waking up from a dream like that.
Huh. She hadn't had that dream in ages. She probably only did now because of the situation she was in, she knew. She was in danger of losing her place among the D.E.B.S. every moment she stayed with Lucy, which was a thought she just couldn't stand. At the same time, however, she couldn't stand the thought of having to leave Lucy. If she thought about it, she knew she didn't have any idea what to do, and the similarities to the events of her dream didn't escape her.
So she'd been trying her best not to think about it.
As they cuddled up together and began to drift off to sleep, Amy knew that she would eventually have to tell Lucy the truth. She'd never actually told anyone before, and the thought scared her, but she knew she had to. Lucy deserved to know just what kind of person she was falling in love with.
She just wished she knew how to say it.
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And awaaaaaay we go! Story number two is officially in progress. Just don't expect it to be updated as fast as my first one, and everything'll be fine. And I know, it's sort of a slow start, but don't worry, it'll pick up before TOO long. ;) Feedback, as always, is most appreciated. :D
Title: Pantheon
Author: That'd be me. *grins* Andrew, Obsidian, call me what you want. But only if it's nice. ;)
Rating: R, or MA, whichever you understand better. ^_^
Comments: This is going to be a bit different then the other I've written or plan to write... Then again, many of the fics that are in the planning stage are 'different'. ;) This is going to be a crossover fic, but I'm not going to say yet what it's crossing over with, as I want it to be a surprise. *grins* Which I think it will be. Obviously, this is going to be an AU, but it'll be a bit more alternate then most, as this fic's Amy has something of a hidden past, which is going to shake quite a number of worlds when it surfaces. And if you thought there was angst in my last fic... *evil chuckle*
Legal Disclaimer: I do not own 'D.E.B.S.' That belongs to the fabulously talented Angela Robinson. You'll find out about the other one when it finally shows up. ;)
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Prologue
She was running for her life.
Technically, she supposed she didn't need to be running so fast. They did think she was dead, after all. But she just wanted so desperately to get away from That Place and all those horrid people that she decided to forego stealth for speed, her long legs rapidly eating up ground.
It hadn't been easy to rig up the explosion that had supposedly claimed her life when she'd been watched twenty-four hours a day. But after the others had died, and she'd heard rumors of an escape, she'd known it was her only chance, and that she'd had no choice but to take it before the window had closed and she'd been moved somewhere with even tighter security.
She'd been subtly making preparations for weeks, just a little bit here and there. No one had ever noticed, not thinking her capable of such deviousness and guile, apparantly forgetting all the training they themselves had given her. The confusion as first one, then another of her "team" died had helped, of course.
Team. Ha. Now there was a laugh. It was hard to be a proper team when you were so often seperated and trained to supress your emotions and just do what you were told.
She'd remained crouched in the very small space under the skeletal remains of the burned-out remains of the storage shed for hours, six or seven, until she was sure they were gone. She then took pains to erase any trace that she'd ever been there, then snuck out, and once she was certain she was far enough away, started to run.
She was far away enough now, past even the woods that were near their property, that she could likely have slowed down. It was very late at night, and nobody was driving along the road she'd emerged from the woods onto, her lungs were starting to burn, and her legs were protesting so much action after so many hours of being confined in a not-terribly-comfortable position, but she didn't stop.
Because for once, she wasn't running because someone told her to, or because it was a training exercise, or because she was being punished, or even to try and escape certain death.
She ran because she could. Because she was finally free to. Free to do whatever she wanted.
Whatever she wanted.
She staggered to a stop, falling to her knees but not even registering as she scraped her skin, planting her hands on the ground in front of her as she struggled mightly to get enough oxygen to her cells. It was a staggering concept, for someone who'd been locked away from the world for so long. She couldn't quite wrap her mind around it.
She.
Was.
Free.
She was also cold, damp from sweating so much, and scared. She hadn't really planned ahead (she pushed down the worry that her instructors would be disappointed with her, and the... unpleasant consequences that could bring; that was the least of her worries) beyond just getting away and making sure she wasn't followed. She felt an urge to go back, if only for the security and stability it offered, but she beat it down ruthlessly. Barely any security and stability might be better then none, but she couldn't... would NEVER go back.
So now there was just her, alone, in the great big world. She started shaking, and not just from the utter exhaustion that had suddenly seized her. What... what was she going to do, now?
Sudden light swept over her, tearing her out of the concealing blackness, and she couldn't stop a panicked cry as she tried to throw herself mindlessly away from the sound of two doors slamming on the car that she hadn't heard approaching because of the blood rushing past her ears. No! She wouldn't go back!
"Hey! Are you all right?"
No...
"Honey, who is it?"
Don't...
"I don't know. Looks like a girl." One of the shapes, backlight by the car's headlights and preventing her from seeing any details, shook its head. The male, her mind informed her, but she was too scared to listen. "Damn, poor thing looks like she took a beating. Get your phone, go call the police."
That managed to get through even her terror. "Please... no..."
"What?" the man asked, getting closer and kneeling down.
She fought down the impulse to cringe away from him, all her training screaming at her not to trust strangers, that this wasn't safe. But she had no choice, she could NOT let them call the police. Otherwise, THEY would find out she was still alive and come for her. "Don't... please... no police... Please?" Her voice broke on the last word.
He looked at her for a long moment before nodding. "Okay," he said softly, getting up to talk with the woman she guessed was his wife. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but hoped that he would convince her not to make any calls. That hope couldn't stop her fear, however, and her shaking worsened. She really wasn't dressed for this...
"Amy?"
Really, she just wanted to go home, but her parents were dead, she didn't have a home anymore...
Amy?
...and she couldn't go back, would not go back there...
Amy, honey, wake up, you're-
"-having a bad dream."
Amy snapped awake with a strangled gasp, fear lingering until she recognized her surroundings. Safe. She was safe.
Lucy was looking down at her with an expression of open concern, as well as something more, something that Lucy herself probably wasn't aware of, yet. Amy went limp as relief washed over her. They were in Lucy's lair, several days after she'd been 'kidnapped' from the D.E.B.S. by the master criminal. "I'm sorry," she managed to say. "Did I wake you up?"
"Well, sort of," Lucy said, seeming to blush. In actuality, she'd woken up a while earlier needing to use the bathroom, then once she got back she'd just laid there, watching Amy sleep. She was so beautiful asleep... until her dreams had seemed to take an unpleasant turn.
"Sorry," Amy said again, her usual sweet and pleasant demeanor showing some signs of strain.
"Wanna talk about it?"
Amy shrugged as Lucy settled next to her. "Nothing to really talk about. Just a bad dream." Then, because she knew Lucy wasn't going to leave it alone until she had an explanation, lied, "I don't remember all of it, but I think it had to do with Ms. Petrie's reaction if she finds out what I'm really doing while I'm being 'kidnapped'."
Lucy snorted in amusement. "Sounds scary, all right." She wasn't entirely convinced, though. It seemed a bit too glib.
"Oh, you have no idea." And it wasn't like that wasn't true. Petrie would go balistic if she found out what was really going on.
She hated having to lie to Lucy, though. The one person with whom she was supposed to be able to be completely honest. But this was not a conversation she felt able to have at somewhere around three in the morning, and definitely not after waking up from a dream like that.
Huh. She hadn't had that dream in ages. She probably only did now because of the situation she was in, she knew. She was in danger of losing her place among the D.E.B.S. every moment she stayed with Lucy, which was a thought she just couldn't stand. At the same time, however, she couldn't stand the thought of having to leave Lucy. If she thought about it, she knew she didn't have any idea what to do, and the similarities to the events of her dream didn't escape her.
So she'd been trying her best not to think about it.
As they cuddled up together and began to drift off to sleep, Amy knew that she would eventually have to tell Lucy the truth. She'd never actually told anyone before, and the thought scared her, but she knew she had to. Lucy deserved to know just what kind of person she was falling in love with.
She just wished she knew how to say it.
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And awaaaaaay we go! Story number two is officially in progress. Just don't expect it to be updated as fast as my first one, and everything'll be fine. And I know, it's sort of a slow start, but don't worry, it'll pick up before TOO long. ;) Feedback, as always, is most appreciated. :D