Hello fellow Adventures of Sinbad fans I don't normally write fan fiction, preferring instead to read the work of other wonderfully talented people, but I was recently inspired to try something different. This story begins near the ending of Double Trouble, when Sinbad comes to rescue his crew from Omar of Basra's dungeon. I tried to stay as close to canon as possible, but I did change one aspect of the episode to make this story fit in better. Instead of Maeve joining Sinbad to rescue the crew from the dungeons, I adopted the premise that she went back to training with Cairpra after she restored Sinbad to his original size, both of them assuming Rumina was no longer an issue after her bondage shaming lol. Hope you don't mind… I wanted Maeve to be able to swoop in for an attempted rescue, and make them both regret not sticking together (insert evil laughter).
I also hope you don't mind that I'm a Rumina/Sinbad/Maeve love triangle shipper. I like angsty stuff, villains and vulnerable heroes, so expect this to be a bit dark and whumpy... ahhh, toxic love lol. As you can probably guess, I don't own the Adventures of Sinbad and am just trying to have some naughty fun with words
"That wasn't me," Sinbad implored to his brother, who seemed ready to give him a bigger beating than the guards had just unsuccessfully tried to dole out. "Who was it then," Doubar seethed. "Are you telling me that you conveniently have an 'evil' doppelganger running around, trying to start a war between the most powerful rulers from here to Cyprus?!" Before Sinbad had a chance to respond to his rightfully pissed brother, a voice that sent a chill down his spine answered for him. "No, just an 'evil' sorceress, coming to collect a debt that is due."
"Rumina." Sinbad confirmed with more than a little irritation in his voice. This witch was seriously becoming an unpleasant regularity in his life, much like a pulled muscle that couldn't be massaged out. He usually tried not to upset her too much, as he feared the sort of power she might be willing to unleash on them all if he didn't tread lightly enough. However, given the events of the past two days, and the havoc she caused while willfully destroying his reputation (not mention leaving him feeling more than a bit emasculated) his patience with her was less than ideal. "For God's sake woman," he spat, "don't you think you've had enough fun for one day…" but before he got to finish his tirade, a spark of crimson power flew from Rumina's hand straight into his chest. He immediately fell back, clutching at his ribcage. His shock and the excruciating pain rendered him speechless. His lungs felt ready to implode, his breath ragged, his vision beginning to blur as he stumbled backwards.
"Sinbad!" Doubar shouted, and moved to catch him before he collapsed onto the hard cement of the dungeon. "Oh, does that hurt my love?" Rumina preened, like a cat who got the cream. "It's almost as though you're hurting as much as I am, given that the love of my life is constantly trying to get away from me. It's so very painful you know. Enough to take your breath away."
"What game are you playing at now, you filthy witch?" Doubar raged at her, while Sinbad struggled to remain conscious. "It's no game you insolent oaf," she retorted. "I've come to collect my due from your precious baby brother." Sinbad's head spun, but he managed to rasp out, "What due Rumina? I owe you nothing." Even as the words left his mouth though, he knew that wasn't true. He killed her father, leaving her alone and vulnerable. He foiled her plans to obtain power and establish her rule more than once. He spurned her love over and over, and even used it against her when he deemed it necessary. All this he did in the name of good, and yet, he understands the sting this must exact upon her. He knows what she believes is her due: his suffering, his surrender. And as the blackness overcame him, he wondered if she just might get it.