Continuity: Alternate ending for the 'Apprentice' two-parter of Teen Titans.
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Fallen:
Prologue
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He licked his lips, nervously, unable to keep his eyes from staring emptily, hopefully, at the bulge under Slade's sleeve, where the wristband of the controller was held tightly clamped under the sturdy fabric of the creamy jacket. The temptation to reach out and claw at the heartless machine - he did not know if the machine he wanted to destroy was the controller or Slade himself - nearly broke through the charade of a docile son; he began to lift his fingers, not consciously but out of some desperate urge to do something, and then flinched, clapping his hand to his side as the burns under his winter gloves twinged angrily.
With the pain, the acute needles of a fierce burn, came heady shame that he had pulled back, terrified of the pain and sickened by the searing heat. It did not matter that his pulling back, his agreeing desperately to go with Slade, his fear of the pain and his need to protect them, that this had led to saving his - their - team.
"Is this your son?" the woman at the desk smiled, her pale blue uniform and flight pins gleaming with unnatural perfection. Her dark sloe eyes winked charmingly at him, as though he were a child to be cooed at by attendants. "He's so cute! Is this your first airplane trip?" she continued, her face looking sympathetically at the gloves and extravagant bandaging Slade had wrapped around his arms, below the cut of his sleeve. "You scared?"
Somehow managing to stuff the nausea deep in the flat of his belly, he summoned a forced smile, neutrally answering, "Yeah, it's my first plane trip. Dad," his stomach roiled, heaving slightly, and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from screaming, "told me it'd be fine, though; planes are supposed to be safer than cars." His best excited grin crossed his face and he could all but feel the amused satisfaction curling off of Slade.
"That's wonderful," she smiled, sharing a conspiratorial smile with the man she believed to be an affectionate father. "You're lucky to have such a great dad, aren't you? Now," she ripped out the tickets printing from the machine beside the computer, all-business, "we've already contacted the crew of your plane; they'll be more than capable of helping you with anything you need." She cast another sympathetic glance at Slade, with the bandages swathed carefully around his face. "My sincerest apologies about the fire, by the way."
Slade's mouth - all that the bandages exposed - twitched up in a secretive, cunning smile. "Thanks for your sympathy," he said charmingly. "I'm sure my son and I will be stunned by the crew's hospitality."
The nausea threatened, briefly, to overwhelm his senses, swooping over his mind to bury it in a quivering headache, and he tightened his fingers into fists, squeezing his gloved fingertips hard against his palm. Ignoring the pain, he fixed his pale blue eyes on the gaudy, cheerful advertisement behind the desk, hoping to find sanity in the glossy, perfect flight attendant shown on the poster's sleek surface.
"All our luggage is secured, right?" he heard Slade asking the attendant, and he briefly entertained the thought that all of Slade's precious tools and electronics would be crushed.
The light playing across the poster was blinding, a taunting image of this world he was being taken from, and he felt an odd, stifling rage at the flat woman in the advertisement. His fingers ached to snap the controller around Slade's wrist, or perhaps just the knobby bones of the wrist itself, and the thousands of other weak points he knew, those tiny spots that could stun a man, cripple a man, kill a man...
But the pain in his hands was too strong.
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End Prologue
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Notes: At the moment, I have a basic outline for the first half of 'Fallen,' and will be doing my best to regularly update. Slade's identity will, of course, remain unknown. Likely to cross over (if only briefly) with Justice League.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, situations, etc., of Teen Titans.
Feedback: Really, to be honest, I'll update a story quicker if I get more reviews - and, truthfully, I love hearing what people have to say (good, bad, ugly, or excellent?). :] I urge ya'll to review.
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Fallen:
Prologue
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He licked his lips, nervously, unable to keep his eyes from staring emptily, hopefully, at the bulge under Slade's sleeve, where the wristband of the controller was held tightly clamped under the sturdy fabric of the creamy jacket. The temptation to reach out and claw at the heartless machine - he did not know if the machine he wanted to destroy was the controller or Slade himself - nearly broke through the charade of a docile son; he began to lift his fingers, not consciously but out of some desperate urge to do something, and then flinched, clapping his hand to his side as the burns under his winter gloves twinged angrily.
With the pain, the acute needles of a fierce burn, came heady shame that he had pulled back, terrified of the pain and sickened by the searing heat. It did not matter that his pulling back, his agreeing desperately to go with Slade, his fear of the pain and his need to protect them, that this had led to saving his - their - team.
"Is this your son?" the woman at the desk smiled, her pale blue uniform and flight pins gleaming with unnatural perfection. Her dark sloe eyes winked charmingly at him, as though he were a child to be cooed at by attendants. "He's so cute! Is this your first airplane trip?" she continued, her face looking sympathetically at the gloves and extravagant bandaging Slade had wrapped around his arms, below the cut of his sleeve. "You scared?"
Somehow managing to stuff the nausea deep in the flat of his belly, he summoned a forced smile, neutrally answering, "Yeah, it's my first plane trip. Dad," his stomach roiled, heaving slightly, and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from screaming, "told me it'd be fine, though; planes are supposed to be safer than cars." His best excited grin crossed his face and he could all but feel the amused satisfaction curling off of Slade.
"That's wonderful," she smiled, sharing a conspiratorial smile with the man she believed to be an affectionate father. "You're lucky to have such a great dad, aren't you? Now," she ripped out the tickets printing from the machine beside the computer, all-business, "we've already contacted the crew of your plane; they'll be more than capable of helping you with anything you need." She cast another sympathetic glance at Slade, with the bandages swathed carefully around his face. "My sincerest apologies about the fire, by the way."
Slade's mouth - all that the bandages exposed - twitched up in a secretive, cunning smile. "Thanks for your sympathy," he said charmingly. "I'm sure my son and I will be stunned by the crew's hospitality."
The nausea threatened, briefly, to overwhelm his senses, swooping over his mind to bury it in a quivering headache, and he tightened his fingers into fists, squeezing his gloved fingertips hard against his palm. Ignoring the pain, he fixed his pale blue eyes on the gaudy, cheerful advertisement behind the desk, hoping to find sanity in the glossy, perfect flight attendant shown on the poster's sleek surface.
"All our luggage is secured, right?" he heard Slade asking the attendant, and he briefly entertained the thought that all of Slade's precious tools and electronics would be crushed.
The light playing across the poster was blinding, a taunting image of this world he was being taken from, and he felt an odd, stifling rage at the flat woman in the advertisement. His fingers ached to snap the controller around Slade's wrist, or perhaps just the knobby bones of the wrist itself, and the thousands of other weak points he knew, those tiny spots that could stun a man, cripple a man, kill a man...
But the pain in his hands was too strong.
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End Prologue
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Notes: At the moment, I have a basic outline for the first half of 'Fallen,' and will be doing my best to regularly update. Slade's identity will, of course, remain unknown. Likely to cross over (if only briefly) with Justice League.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, situations, etc., of Teen Titans.
Feedback: Really, to be honest, I'll update a story quicker if I get more reviews - and, truthfully, I love hearing what people have to say (good, bad, ugly, or excellent?). :] I urge ya'll to review.