Prompt: Mon-El and Brainiac 5 in a post-apocalyptic wasteland.
"No," Querl's voice was firm, even as he grabbed the other by his hood and tugged him away.
"But- They could be-" Lar protested, gesturing at the body lying nearby, brow knit. "We should see if they're still alive, and bury them, if they're not!"
Querl, as usual, huffed. "Need I recite the rule for you, once again? It appears your memory is abysmal."
Slowly, the taller and older of the two shook his head, shoulders slumping with a sigh. "No, no, I remember it. Only go after them if they're someone you know."
"Precisely," the blond intoned, turning on his heel and leading Lar away, who gave one last glance back before following him. "Much of which killed people is quite fatal, and it would hardly do to catch a still living strain of it."
"Yeah, I know…" Didn't mean he liked it, but he knew, and he plodded along in silence after the other for a few more minutes, mulling over something. "…Hey, Querl?"
"Mm?"
"Didn't… you break your rule to save me? You didn't know me." It was something he had been curious over for some time, but…
Querl stopped, abruptly, and turned slowly to take him in. Dark hair, bright blue eyes, concern ever mapped across his features, unless it was replaced with a smile, broad shoulders, and clothes that Querl had given him that fit very well, all too well, perfectly, actually…
"No," came his short, quick reply, and then he had turned on his heel, continuing his march across the long-deserted farmland. "I didn't."
Note: Aha, first Legion fic, everyone! This is the fic where I plan on posting all of my Legion drabbles that come from my Tumblr roleplay account, robotq12, where I play Brainiac 5. Considering right now I've got 10 other prompts lined up in my inbox... Expect plenty, although some prompts, for full fics and not drabbles, will get their own stories. Hope you like!