Revenge Part 9
Pairings: I've finally decided on all of them. I knew it would be HarryxJim, the Muses decided on the rest.
HarryxJim
RonxHarry
FredxGene
Jim sat on his cot, and leaned agents the wall waiting. There was nothing else to do but wait, and it drove Jim nuts. All the room had, was a cot, an overhead light, and a door. The door was looked, and there was no to open it. So Jim sat there dwelling on his own unpleasant thoughts.
Jim jumped suddenly, as the door opened. Harry entered the room caring a stool, and set it in the middle of the room. He then left Jim alone.
Jim looked at the stool, but knew there was no chance of using it as a weapon. At lest not with his arm injured. Jim cautiously walked to the door, and looked out curiously. Judging from the hallway Jim knew he was on a ship, which meant he could be anywhere. Jim looked up and down the corridor, and boldly took a step out. "Get back in the room." Harry barked, appearing in the hall.
Jim quickly backed to the cot fearfully like a cornered, wounded animal. Harry entered the room with a tray, and closed the door behind him. He laid the tray on the cot, and took a bowl of noodles and a beer for him self, leaving a second bowl of noodles and water for Jim. "There's your food." Harry said pointing to the tray, and sat on the stool. Ignoring Jim, Harry then began to eat.
Jim looked at his food. Although Jim had not eaten in days food lost its appeal. The pain he suffered robbed him of an appetite, but Jim knew there was no guarantee as to when he would see food again. Jim could not hold the bowl with his arm injured so he leaned over it forcing himself to eat.
Jim glanced at Harry nervously while he was eating, and then a bewildered expression fell on Jim's face. Jim looked at Harry again, and he only became more confused. Jim looked at Harry again, and Harry snapped. "What?"
Jim averted his eyes, and whispered, "Nothing." How was Jim supposed to ask Harry if he was a dead person?
Harry grumbled to himself, and ignored Jim. Until Jim looked at him again, causing Harry to growl. "What!?"
"No-nothing I was just wondering who you were." Jim stammered.
Harry frowned, and asked. "Why would you care?" He continued eating his food.
Jim blinked in surprise, and tried to answer the question for him self. When he thought about whom the violet-eyed blue haired person across from him was mattered little. Whether the man in front of him was Harry MacDougle or not made no effect on Jim's future. Jim was dead either way. He lived in the dark about more important things most of his life any way so this man's name really was not important, but that didn't mean Jim was not disturbed by his own ignorance. Jim whispered almost too low to hear. "Guess your right. Your name is the lest of my worries."
Harry lifted his head up to look at Jim; surprised that Jim spoke. Most would not have even heard Jim, but Harry had been taught how to listen to low voices. Jim sat there looking ready to die. Harry couldn't blame him. He knew the boy would in the end be tortured to death. He took pity on Jim and said, "I'm Harry MacDougle."
Shocked that Harry answered Jim looked up at Harry. Then a more puzzling question came to his lips. Before Jim could ask it Harry supplied the answer in a tiered voice. "I know, I know. I'm supposed to be dead. My memory was on the ships computer, and all Ron did was get it transferred to a new body." Harry picked up the beer, and looked at it with a soul wary expression. He took a swig of it, and asked, "SO dose that make you more or less confused?"
Thought a moment and answered truthfully, "I don't know."
Harry laughed bitterly and stood. "I don't know my answer to that question either." Harry reached in to his pocket and pulled out a pill bottle. He matched the arrows and opened it. He poured out two pills and offered them to Jim. Jim held out his hand and watched the pills fall into it. He looked at the pills cautiously, and then looked at Harry. "Trust me you'll be glad you took them in an hour." Harry said.
Jim swallowed the painkillers dry. "Thanks.' Jim said looking at Harry confused.
Harry looked down at Jim, and stared transfixed at blue eyes. Shocked at himself, Harry shook himself free.
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Harry punched the wall in frustration. He felt almost dirty, because of the way he had looked at Jim minutes before. He shouldn't look at any one, except Ron, like that. Ron gave Harry every thing: life, love, a home and bed, and even a new body. Ron was more than a brother or even a lover to Harry; he was a god. And Harry loved Ron, even if Ron changed. Harry still saw the man that nursed him when he was ill; let him be free to make decisions even if Ron didn't necessarily approve. He remembered the man that both loved him like a brother and a lover. Harry long ago shut his eyes to the new Ron forged in the fires of hatred and revenge, the same Ron that locked Harry in the ship, and no longer treated him human.
"Harry.' Ron's cold voice sent a shiver down Harry's spine.
Harry spun around to see Ron. Before he could return the greeting Ron gave a sharp order. "Get us out of here. Then meet me in my room."
Obediently Harry left to go to the cockpit, but turned once to look at Ron sadly.
_*_*_*
After the ship finished an ether jump to nowhere Harry entered the room which only yesterday was Ron and his, but now apparently only Ron's. "Come here, Harry." Ron called from in front of a computer. Harry walked over to Ron, and Ron pulled Harry into his lap. "Watch." Ron said.
Harry watched the monitor as it replayed the "conversation" Ron and Gene had. It played Gene screaming and pointing his gun. Suddenly a third party appeared trying to hold Gene down. Ron froze the image. "Do you recognize that man?" Ron asked pointing to Fred Lou.
Harry studied the frozen image on the screen, and shook his head. "I recognize the face, but I don't know who he is."
"He is Fred Lou the head of the largest weapons distributor in the know galaxy." Ron explained changing the image to a profile of Fred. "He inherited his family's business nine ago and since the expanded it to its immense size. He has money and power, two dangerous things, and he has a history with Starwind." Ron explained, "It has never been a secret as to Lou's sexuality, as the man is very open about it. And he has harbored a crush on Starwind for years. He has lent Starwind more money than can be counted, and would do almost any thing for his unrequited love."
"What are you getting at.' Harry asked.
Smiling mirthlessly Ron answered. "It seems to me Mr. Lou ahs stuck his neck out too far for Starwind. For you see the Lou Company has developed a large information n network in the past few years only surpassed by those owned by major governments and pirates." Ron passed, and continued, "I ran into one of his informants tonight looking for me." Ron brushed his lips ageist Harry's ear and whispered, "You know what that means don't you."
Harry sighed. "He must be eliminated."
Pairings: I've finally decided on all of them. I knew it would be HarryxJim, the Muses decided on the rest.
HarryxJim
RonxHarry
FredxGene
Jim sat on his cot, and leaned agents the wall waiting. There was nothing else to do but wait, and it drove Jim nuts. All the room had, was a cot, an overhead light, and a door. The door was looked, and there was no to open it. So Jim sat there dwelling on his own unpleasant thoughts.
Jim jumped suddenly, as the door opened. Harry entered the room caring a stool, and set it in the middle of the room. He then left Jim alone.
Jim looked at the stool, but knew there was no chance of using it as a weapon. At lest not with his arm injured. Jim cautiously walked to the door, and looked out curiously. Judging from the hallway Jim knew he was on a ship, which meant he could be anywhere. Jim looked up and down the corridor, and boldly took a step out. "Get back in the room." Harry barked, appearing in the hall.
Jim quickly backed to the cot fearfully like a cornered, wounded animal. Harry entered the room with a tray, and closed the door behind him. He laid the tray on the cot, and took a bowl of noodles and a beer for him self, leaving a second bowl of noodles and water for Jim. "There's your food." Harry said pointing to the tray, and sat on the stool. Ignoring Jim, Harry then began to eat.
Jim looked at his food. Although Jim had not eaten in days food lost its appeal. The pain he suffered robbed him of an appetite, but Jim knew there was no guarantee as to when he would see food again. Jim could not hold the bowl with his arm injured so he leaned over it forcing himself to eat.
Jim glanced at Harry nervously while he was eating, and then a bewildered expression fell on Jim's face. Jim looked at Harry again, and he only became more confused. Jim looked at Harry again, and Harry snapped. "What?"
Jim averted his eyes, and whispered, "Nothing." How was Jim supposed to ask Harry if he was a dead person?
Harry grumbled to himself, and ignored Jim. Until Jim looked at him again, causing Harry to growl. "What!?"
"No-nothing I was just wondering who you were." Jim stammered.
Harry frowned, and asked. "Why would you care?" He continued eating his food.
Jim blinked in surprise, and tried to answer the question for him self. When he thought about whom the violet-eyed blue haired person across from him was mattered little. Whether the man in front of him was Harry MacDougle or not made no effect on Jim's future. Jim was dead either way. He lived in the dark about more important things most of his life any way so this man's name really was not important, but that didn't mean Jim was not disturbed by his own ignorance. Jim whispered almost too low to hear. "Guess your right. Your name is the lest of my worries."
Harry lifted his head up to look at Jim; surprised that Jim spoke. Most would not have even heard Jim, but Harry had been taught how to listen to low voices. Jim sat there looking ready to die. Harry couldn't blame him. He knew the boy would in the end be tortured to death. He took pity on Jim and said, "I'm Harry MacDougle."
Shocked that Harry answered Jim looked up at Harry. Then a more puzzling question came to his lips. Before Jim could ask it Harry supplied the answer in a tiered voice. "I know, I know. I'm supposed to be dead. My memory was on the ships computer, and all Ron did was get it transferred to a new body." Harry picked up the beer, and looked at it with a soul wary expression. He took a swig of it, and asked, "SO dose that make you more or less confused?"
Thought a moment and answered truthfully, "I don't know."
Harry laughed bitterly and stood. "I don't know my answer to that question either." Harry reached in to his pocket and pulled out a pill bottle. He matched the arrows and opened it. He poured out two pills and offered them to Jim. Jim held out his hand and watched the pills fall into it. He looked at the pills cautiously, and then looked at Harry. "Trust me you'll be glad you took them in an hour." Harry said.
Jim swallowed the painkillers dry. "Thanks.' Jim said looking at Harry confused.
Harry looked down at Jim, and stared transfixed at blue eyes. Shocked at himself, Harry shook himself free.
_*_*_*
Harry punched the wall in frustration. He felt almost dirty, because of the way he had looked at Jim minutes before. He shouldn't look at any one, except Ron, like that. Ron gave Harry every thing: life, love, a home and bed, and even a new body. Ron was more than a brother or even a lover to Harry; he was a god. And Harry loved Ron, even if Ron changed. Harry still saw the man that nursed him when he was ill; let him be free to make decisions even if Ron didn't necessarily approve. He remembered the man that both loved him like a brother and a lover. Harry long ago shut his eyes to the new Ron forged in the fires of hatred and revenge, the same Ron that locked Harry in the ship, and no longer treated him human.
"Harry.' Ron's cold voice sent a shiver down Harry's spine.
Harry spun around to see Ron. Before he could return the greeting Ron gave a sharp order. "Get us out of here. Then meet me in my room."
Obediently Harry left to go to the cockpit, but turned once to look at Ron sadly.
_*_*_*
After the ship finished an ether jump to nowhere Harry entered the room which only yesterday was Ron and his, but now apparently only Ron's. "Come here, Harry." Ron called from in front of a computer. Harry walked over to Ron, and Ron pulled Harry into his lap. "Watch." Ron said.
Harry watched the monitor as it replayed the "conversation" Ron and Gene had. It played Gene screaming and pointing his gun. Suddenly a third party appeared trying to hold Gene down. Ron froze the image. "Do you recognize that man?" Ron asked pointing to Fred Lou.
Harry studied the frozen image on the screen, and shook his head. "I recognize the face, but I don't know who he is."
"He is Fred Lou the head of the largest weapons distributor in the know galaxy." Ron explained changing the image to a profile of Fred. "He inherited his family's business nine ago and since the expanded it to its immense size. He has money and power, two dangerous things, and he has a history with Starwind." Ron explained, "It has never been a secret as to Lou's sexuality, as the man is very open about it. And he has harbored a crush on Starwind for years. He has lent Starwind more money than can be counted, and would do almost any thing for his unrequited love."
"What are you getting at.' Harry asked.
Smiling mirthlessly Ron answered. "It seems to me Mr. Lou ahs stuck his neck out too far for Starwind. For you see the Lou Company has developed a large information n network in the past few years only surpassed by those owned by major governments and pirates." Ron passed, and continued, "I ran into one of his informants tonight looking for me." Ron brushed his lips ageist Harry's ear and whispered, "You know what that means don't you."
Harry sighed. "He must be eliminated."