Prompts: Bad Company 1-8
Title: Bad Company 1-8
Author: gatechic
Characters/Pairing: Wyatt, Jeb, Azkadellia, The Queen, Ahamo, Garrett, Travis, Mason, Brent...basically, a bunch of characters.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post-series. After the eclipse, the Cain men set off to find the rest of the Clan and find themselves on an unexpected adventure.
Word Count: 1,235
Disclaimer: Tin Man characters belong to the SciFi Channel, RHI, Steven Long Mitchell and Craig W. Van Sickle. But Travis, Isabelle and Garrett belong to me. I also borrow from L. Frank Baum, Gregory Maguire and Rachel R Cosgrove (Payes). This is purely for fun and I'm not making a penny off of this.
A/N: These are prompts written for tm_challenge: Season Challenge 02 Big Damn Prompt Table. The title is taken from the song 'Bad Company' by Bad Company. Lyrics after the prompts.
Spell
Her face paled when she realized the consequence of being freed from the witch. The Queen was the first to notice.
“Azkadellia, my darling, what is it?” she asked, placing her hands on her daughter’s shoulders.
“The iron suits,” she glanced up into her mother’s lavender eyes. “The spell is broken. They won’t work properly now.”
Ahamo heard and concern came over him. There must be hundreds out there, he thought to himself. “The Resistance have been rescuing people. It seems they need to speed up their efforts. I’ll let them know.”
Kooky
Travis sat in the room with two men, one he recognized and one he really didn’t, but he was familiar. The two men kept staring at him as he bounced on the soft bed. For being in another one of the Sorceress’ twisted mind games, at least this one was comfortable.
“Dad, grandpa is a bit…”
“Kooky?” Wyatt offered, finishing for Jeb.
“Yeah.”
“He’s on vapors and some other chemical. It’ll wear off, but he’ll go through some pain first.”
"How bad?" Jeb asked, watching his grandfather.
“It depends on how long he’s been addicted. But from what I can tell,” he paused watching Travis approach the window cautiously with his hands out. “He’s been on them for a while,” Wyatt finished slowly as he and Jeb gave each other puzzled glances and then continued to watch Travis.
Travis approached the window and touched it cautiously as if he wasn’t expecting it to be real or to get a shock from it. When he realized it was real and there was no shock, his palms flattened against it and then he placed his face against it, feeling the warmth of the glass from the suns.
What did they do to him? Jeb thought despondently.
Life
Ahamo pushed past the door and walked quickly towards Wyatt. “We have a problem.” Wyatt raised a brow. “Azkadellia…the Sorceress’ iron suits worked on two principals: chemicals and magic. When the witch melted, her magic went with her.”
He didn’t need to finish for Wyatt and Jeb to understand his urgency. The iron suits are no longer working and lives were in danger.
“I’ll send word out,” Jeb said and Ahamo nodded.
Dream
Iron suits? Travis heard that before, in a dream, maybe. He stopped bouncing and stood to his feet. “I was once told a tale that my sons were in iron suits. No, actually, that’s not right…” he stared off at the ceiling as if something else caught his attention.
“Dad,” Wyatt said, sliding off his bed as he clutched his arm. “Did you just say ‘your sons were in iron suits’?”
“Did I?” Travis looked confused as he glanced around the room.
“Dad, please…what about your sons?” Wyatt said urgently as he grabbed his father’s shoulders and shook him gently.
“I was told, annuals ago, that ‘one son was in a suit and soon the other will be too.’”
Wyatt knew it had to be Zero who told him, he was the only that was cruel enough to torment Travis that way. “We need to question Zero,” Wyatt commented with concern.
“How can we be sure that Zero told grandpa the truth?” Jeb asked. “We could end up chasing our tails.”
“We can’t take the chance. Besides, when he told me that you and Adora were alive, he wasn’t completely lying. If what Zero told dad is true, we need to find Garrett.”
Location
Wyatt couldn’t help but feel guilty that he never questioned Zero about his family when he had the chance. Jeb had to keep reminding him that it wasn’t his fault. He never thought of it, either. The only thing on his mind was revenge. Now, if anyone should feel guilty, it was Jeb. Had his father not been there to stop him, the location of where Garrett had been taken would have died with Zero.
With Raw’s help, they were able to see Zero put Garrett in an iron suit. It was difficult for Wyatt to witness, and the look on Garrett’s face when the suit was closed made him sick to his stomach. He had to fight the urge to shoot Zero, so he settled on punching him and knocking a tooth out.
“Feel better?” Zero asked with a smug grin.
“Almost, but, when I come back, you’re a dead man,” he responded and walked away.
Time
Now, they found themselves racing against time, and with one of them in their party not quite himself. It was Raw’s idea to bring Travis along, in the hopes it would aid in his recovery.
Travis wasn’t completely healed yet, but he was holding his own. His mind was still stuck between reality and make-believe. To him, this adventure was all in his mind, and when it ended, he would be in his cell, shivering against the cold from withdrawals.
His memory was sporadic and it came in flashes, like lightning across the nighttime sky. However, there was one thing he knew was the truth and not a lie: his wife’s name was Isabelle.
Color
When Mason and Brent found Garrett, his skin color was gray, his hair long, and he had the longest beard they had ever seen on anybody. And he had an odor. Not like sweat, but more…metallic.
None of the men they released were waking up. Something was wrong, very wrong. Brent stared at Mason and Mason stared back. “What?”
“Well, you’re a doctor, what’s wrong with them?”
“How should I know? And, I’m not a doctor…not officially, anyway. Let’s get them to the infirmary and we’ll think of something.”
The two men lifted the unconscious man and placed him with the others on the wagon. Mason exhausted from the work, glanced around at the iron forest. That’s what it looked like to them, a forest made of iron suits. There were so many, too many as far as Mason was concerned. How was he going to take care of all these people? By giving those that stayed behind a crash course in medical care.
Cards
Garrett taught him, annuals ago, how to play poker and keep a ‘poker face’. It was a lesson that came in handy more than once, especially after…Garrett was taken away. He couldn’t think about those times; he had to concentrate and remember everything he learned in medical school. Pursing his lips, Mason pushed the deck of cards into his pocket.
Garrett’s vital signs were not good and Mason only had the equipment and supplies in the that was left. The Longcoat doctors left shortly after the eclipse and took a lot of the equipment and supplies with them. It was obvious something had gone wrong and the Longcoats left in a big hurry. The problem was: they left everyone locked up.
With some ingenuity, and strong muscles, they were able to break free of the barracks. What they didn’t expect to see, as they made their way through the dense underbrush and beyond the tree line, were iron suits as far as the eye could see. That’s where they found Garrett.
Mason had hardly slept in the past couple of days. He gave up counting on how many men were in the infirmary, out in the halls, and in the Commander’s house.
Mason checked Garrett’s vitals again for the fourth time in twenty minutes. Movement from Garrett caught Mason’s eyes.
“Garrett?”
TBC....
Bad Company lyrics
Written by Paul Rodgers and Simon Kirke
Company, always on the run
Destiny is the rising sun
Oh, I was born 6-gun in my hand
Behind a gun I'll make my final stand
That's why they call me
Bad company
And I can't deny
Bad company
Till the day I die
Oh, till the day I die
Till the day I die
Rebel souls, deserters we are called
Chose a gun and threw away the sun
Now these towns, they all know our name
6-gun sound is our claim to fame
I can hear them say
Bad company
And I won't deny
Bad, bad company
Till the day I die, ooh yeah
Till the day I die, ooh
Hey
Bad company
And I can't deny
Bad company
Till the day I die
And I say it's
Bad company, oh yeah yeah
Bad company
Till the day I die, oh yeah
Tell me that you are not a thief
Oh but I am bad company
It's the way I play dirty for dirty
Oh, somebody double-crossed me
Double-cross, double-cross
Yeah, we're bad company
Author: gatechic
Characters/Pairing: Wyatt, Jeb, Azkadellia, The Queen, Ahamo, Garrett, Travis, Mason, Brent...basically, a bunch of characters.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post-series. After the eclipse, the Cain men set off to find the rest of the Clan and find themselves on an unexpected adventure.
Word Count: 1,235
Disclaimer: Tin Man characters belong to the SciFi Channel, RHI, Steven Long Mitchell and Craig W. Van Sickle. But Travis, Isabelle and Garrett belong to me. I also borrow from L. Frank Baum, Gregory Maguire and Rachel R Cosgrove (Payes). This is purely for fun and I'm not making a penny off of this.
A/N: These are prompts written for tm_challenge: Season Challenge 02 Big Damn Prompt Table. The title is taken from the song 'Bad Company' by Bad Company. Lyrics after the prompts.
Spell
Her face paled when she realized the consequence of being freed from the witch. The Queen was the first to notice.
“Azkadellia, my darling, what is it?” she asked, placing her hands on her daughter’s shoulders.
“The iron suits,” she glanced up into her mother’s lavender eyes. “The spell is broken. They won’t work properly now.”
Ahamo heard and concern came over him. There must be hundreds out there, he thought to himself. “The Resistance have been rescuing people. It seems they need to speed up their efforts. I’ll let them know.”
Kooky
Travis sat in the room with two men, one he recognized and one he really didn’t, but he was familiar. The two men kept staring at him as he bounced on the soft bed. For being in another one of the Sorceress’ twisted mind games, at least this one was comfortable.
“Dad, grandpa is a bit…”
“Kooky?” Wyatt offered, finishing for Jeb.
“Yeah.”
“He’s on vapors and some other chemical. It’ll wear off, but he’ll go through some pain first.”
"How bad?" Jeb asked, watching his grandfather.
“It depends on how long he’s been addicted. But from what I can tell,” he paused watching Travis approach the window cautiously with his hands out. “He’s been on them for a while,” Wyatt finished slowly as he and Jeb gave each other puzzled glances and then continued to watch Travis.
Travis approached the window and touched it cautiously as if he wasn’t expecting it to be real or to get a shock from it. When he realized it was real and there was no shock, his palms flattened against it and then he placed his face against it, feeling the warmth of the glass from the suns.
What did they do to him? Jeb thought despondently.
Life
Ahamo pushed past the door and walked quickly towards Wyatt. “We have a problem.” Wyatt raised a brow. “Azkadellia…the Sorceress’ iron suits worked on two principals: chemicals and magic. When the witch melted, her magic went with her.”
He didn’t need to finish for Wyatt and Jeb to understand his urgency. The iron suits are no longer working and lives were in danger.
“I’ll send word out,” Jeb said and Ahamo nodded.
Dream
Iron suits? Travis heard that before, in a dream, maybe. He stopped bouncing and stood to his feet. “I was once told a tale that my sons were in iron suits. No, actually, that’s not right…” he stared off at the ceiling as if something else caught his attention.
“Dad,” Wyatt said, sliding off his bed as he clutched his arm. “Did you just say ‘your sons were in iron suits’?”
“Did I?” Travis looked confused as he glanced around the room.
“Dad, please…what about your sons?” Wyatt said urgently as he grabbed his father’s shoulders and shook him gently.
“I was told, annuals ago, that ‘one son was in a suit and soon the other will be too.’”
Wyatt knew it had to be Zero who told him, he was the only that was cruel enough to torment Travis that way. “We need to question Zero,” Wyatt commented with concern.
“How can we be sure that Zero told grandpa the truth?” Jeb asked. “We could end up chasing our tails.”
“We can’t take the chance. Besides, when he told me that you and Adora were alive, he wasn’t completely lying. If what Zero told dad is true, we need to find Garrett.”
Location
Wyatt couldn’t help but feel guilty that he never questioned Zero about his family when he had the chance. Jeb had to keep reminding him that it wasn’t his fault. He never thought of it, either. The only thing on his mind was revenge. Now, if anyone should feel guilty, it was Jeb. Had his father not been there to stop him, the location of where Garrett had been taken would have died with Zero.
With Raw’s help, they were able to see Zero put Garrett in an iron suit. It was difficult for Wyatt to witness, and the look on Garrett’s face when the suit was closed made him sick to his stomach. He had to fight the urge to shoot Zero, so he settled on punching him and knocking a tooth out.
“Feel better?” Zero asked with a smug grin.
“Almost, but, when I come back, you’re a dead man,” he responded and walked away.
Time
Now, they found themselves racing against time, and with one of them in their party not quite himself. It was Raw’s idea to bring Travis along, in the hopes it would aid in his recovery.
Travis wasn’t completely healed yet, but he was holding his own. His mind was still stuck between reality and make-believe. To him, this adventure was all in his mind, and when it ended, he would be in his cell, shivering against the cold from withdrawals.
His memory was sporadic and it came in flashes, like lightning across the nighttime sky. However, there was one thing he knew was the truth and not a lie: his wife’s name was Isabelle.
Color
When Mason and Brent found Garrett, his skin color was gray, his hair long, and he had the longest beard they had ever seen on anybody. And he had an odor. Not like sweat, but more…metallic.
None of the men they released were waking up. Something was wrong, very wrong. Brent stared at Mason and Mason stared back. “What?”
“Well, you’re a doctor, what’s wrong with them?”
“How should I know? And, I’m not a doctor…not officially, anyway. Let’s get them to the infirmary and we’ll think of something.”
The two men lifted the unconscious man and placed him with the others on the wagon. Mason exhausted from the work, glanced around at the iron forest. That’s what it looked like to them, a forest made of iron suits. There were so many, too many as far as Mason was concerned. How was he going to take care of all these people? By giving those that stayed behind a crash course in medical care.
Cards
Garrett taught him, annuals ago, how to play poker and keep a ‘poker face’. It was a lesson that came in handy more than once, especially after…Garrett was taken away. He couldn’t think about those times; he had to concentrate and remember everything he learned in medical school. Pursing his lips, Mason pushed the deck of cards into his pocket.
Garrett’s vital signs were not good and Mason only had the equipment and supplies in the that was left. The Longcoat doctors left shortly after the eclipse and took a lot of the equipment and supplies with them. It was obvious something had gone wrong and the Longcoats left in a big hurry. The problem was: they left everyone locked up.
With some ingenuity, and strong muscles, they were able to break free of the barracks. What they didn’t expect to see, as they made their way through the dense underbrush and beyond the tree line, were iron suits as far as the eye could see. That’s where they found Garrett.
Mason had hardly slept in the past couple of days. He gave up counting on how many men were in the infirmary, out in the halls, and in the Commander’s house.
Mason checked Garrett’s vitals again for the fourth time in twenty minutes. Movement from Garrett caught Mason’s eyes.
“Garrett?”
TBC....
Bad Company lyrics
Written by Paul Rodgers and Simon Kirke
Company, always on the run
Destiny is the rising sun
Oh, I was born 6-gun in my hand
Behind a gun I'll make my final stand
That's why they call me
Bad company
And I can't deny
Bad company
Till the day I die
Oh, till the day I die
Till the day I die
Rebel souls, deserters we are called
Chose a gun and threw away the sun
Now these towns, they all know our name
6-gun sound is our claim to fame
I can hear them say
Bad company
And I won't deny
Bad, bad company
Till the day I die, ooh yeah
Till the day I die, ooh
Hey
Bad company
And I can't deny
Bad company
Till the day I die
And I say it's
Bad company, oh yeah yeah
Bad company
Till the day I die, oh yeah
Tell me that you are not a thief
Oh but I am bad company
It's the way I play dirty for dirty
Oh, somebody double-crossed me
Double-cross, double-cross
Yeah, we're bad company