The Lost - Chapter Three
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Wildwing/Mallory
Author's Note: Finally! I'm taking out time to sit down and write, not only because I need to prevent myself from burnout *twitch*, but I'm really in the mood to write. Okay, okay, so not wanting to do homework plays into this as well, but can you really blame me? Who wants to work on pre- calculus, anyways? Enjoy this third chapter y'all!
Wildwing and Mallory descended down their lines into the Amazon wilderness, each were afraid; one too strong to express their opinion, the other was silenced with the weight of responsibility. They each opened their comms and located the pinpoint location of the energy disturbance. For a moment their gazes met and held before they set off. Mallory was very worried, her puck launcher and the company of her more than competent leader didn't reassure her enough to settle her nerves. She had been having shaky feelings about this trip since she first stepped into the Aerowing, and they had only gotten worse as she had realized that she and Wildwing were on their own when it came to fighting any enemies. In the military, she had always had backup on every mission. While it did not make her immortal, it had at least given her a sense of reassurance. Now she had no support, not even her comm would work in the dense, thick forest, an aspect of this mission that troubled her greatly. She questioned all of the things that could go wrong. What if she died? Even worse, what if Wildwing died? Mallory inwardly shuddered. She would never admit it, but she was beginning to see Wildwing in a new light, not just as a leader or a friend, but also as something more. Losing him would be devastating to her, and she only hoped that they would both make it out of this alive. She stole another hardened glance over at Wildwing and continued on the trek to her destination. Wildwing watched Mallory intently; knowing that she was too lost in thought to be paying any attention to him. He knew her habits well, but then again, he watched her with a careful eye whenever she happened to be in his vicinity. He saw absolute strength entwined in every last one of her features, the way that she walked, the way that she held her head high, the way that fear was never present in her stance; she had the uncanny ability to hide her feelings from the outside world. Even as they traveled together now, he couldn't tell just what she was thinking and had absolutely no clue as to what she was feeling. He wished that she would trust him enough to drop her stony façade, he realistically knew that she would never do that, he was too much of a leader figure to her. He hoped with all of his might that nothing would happen on their trek. Having no backup made him feel uneasy at best and all he wanted was to get out of this alive, if only to see Mallory's shining, angelic face for another day. Deep down, he knew that he felt a pull of attraction to her. Sure, she was beautiful and every guy wanted her, but something more than just her looks captivated him and pulled on every fiber of his being. There was something about her soul, her personality that he couldn't quite place his finger on.
All of a sudden, Wildwing was shaken out of his reverie by a frantic tug on his shoulder. Worried blue eyes stared him in the face and two familiar hands turned his head to look in front of them. Wildwing's jaw dropped in awe as he took Mallory's hand in his and pulled her close to him. Mallory stared in shock as well, making no attempt to create more personal space as she wrapped her arms around his chest and clung to him tightly. A large band of primal-looking warriors had gathered around them, brandishing spears, nets and other archaic forms of weaponry. The huge mass of tribesmen knocked fear into both Wildwing and Mallory; they instantly realized that they had no chance against the band of warriors based on sheer numbers alone. The weapons of metal and wood were aimed at the two avians and the leader was shouting orders at them in a language that they did not understand. They dropped their weapons and raised their hands into the air, hoping that the natives recognized the universal sign of surrender. Mallory looked at Wildwing with blank eyes that masked the fear that resided within her. She spoke no louder than a whisper, Wildwing almost didn't hear her.
"Wing, I think we're in trouble."
TBC.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Wildwing/Mallory
Author's Note: Finally! I'm taking out time to sit down and write, not only because I need to prevent myself from burnout *twitch*, but I'm really in the mood to write. Okay, okay, so not wanting to do homework plays into this as well, but can you really blame me? Who wants to work on pre- calculus, anyways? Enjoy this third chapter y'all!
Wildwing and Mallory descended down their lines into the Amazon wilderness, each were afraid; one too strong to express their opinion, the other was silenced with the weight of responsibility. They each opened their comms and located the pinpoint location of the energy disturbance. For a moment their gazes met and held before they set off. Mallory was very worried, her puck launcher and the company of her more than competent leader didn't reassure her enough to settle her nerves. She had been having shaky feelings about this trip since she first stepped into the Aerowing, and they had only gotten worse as she had realized that she and Wildwing were on their own when it came to fighting any enemies. In the military, she had always had backup on every mission. While it did not make her immortal, it had at least given her a sense of reassurance. Now she had no support, not even her comm would work in the dense, thick forest, an aspect of this mission that troubled her greatly. She questioned all of the things that could go wrong. What if she died? Even worse, what if Wildwing died? Mallory inwardly shuddered. She would never admit it, but she was beginning to see Wildwing in a new light, not just as a leader or a friend, but also as something more. Losing him would be devastating to her, and she only hoped that they would both make it out of this alive. She stole another hardened glance over at Wildwing and continued on the trek to her destination. Wildwing watched Mallory intently; knowing that she was too lost in thought to be paying any attention to him. He knew her habits well, but then again, he watched her with a careful eye whenever she happened to be in his vicinity. He saw absolute strength entwined in every last one of her features, the way that she walked, the way that she held her head high, the way that fear was never present in her stance; she had the uncanny ability to hide her feelings from the outside world. Even as they traveled together now, he couldn't tell just what she was thinking and had absolutely no clue as to what she was feeling. He wished that she would trust him enough to drop her stony façade, he realistically knew that she would never do that, he was too much of a leader figure to her. He hoped with all of his might that nothing would happen on their trek. Having no backup made him feel uneasy at best and all he wanted was to get out of this alive, if only to see Mallory's shining, angelic face for another day. Deep down, he knew that he felt a pull of attraction to her. Sure, she was beautiful and every guy wanted her, but something more than just her looks captivated him and pulled on every fiber of his being. There was something about her soul, her personality that he couldn't quite place his finger on.
All of a sudden, Wildwing was shaken out of his reverie by a frantic tug on his shoulder. Worried blue eyes stared him in the face and two familiar hands turned his head to look in front of them. Wildwing's jaw dropped in awe as he took Mallory's hand in his and pulled her close to him. Mallory stared in shock as well, making no attempt to create more personal space as she wrapped her arms around his chest and clung to him tightly. A large band of primal-looking warriors had gathered around them, brandishing spears, nets and other archaic forms of weaponry. The huge mass of tribesmen knocked fear into both Wildwing and Mallory; they instantly realized that they had no chance against the band of warriors based on sheer numbers alone. The weapons of metal and wood were aimed at the two avians and the leader was shouting orders at them in a language that they did not understand. They dropped their weapons and raised their hands into the air, hoping that the natives recognized the universal sign of surrender. Mallory looked at Wildwing with blank eyes that masked the fear that resided within her. She spoke no louder than a whisper, Wildwing almost didn't hear her.
"Wing, I think we're in trouble."
TBC.