Rather important little note: This fic is not a fic at all. It is a conglomeration of small drabbles, pieces of stories that do not belong in any fic. These were all challenges, where a phrase and the word count were given to me, and I wrote something in response to the challenge. I like some of them, so I'm posting them here, in this story thing. New drabbles go into new chapters. None of them go together. They're just here.
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Challenge #22
Phrase: "I'm sorry, but this is the only way."
Word Count: 672
Rating: PG-13
Title: Throw Away
Author: Rydia Highwind
Disclaimer: Metal Gear Solid and Metal Gear Solid 2 and all characters refered to herein belong to Konami. I claim nothing, I'm simply borrowing.
Summary: Meryl reflects in the underground passage just before she is shot.
Warning: Yuri! It took me long enough to get some yuri, damn it. Wolf/Meryl. This was also VERY rushed and kind of pathetic.
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"Meryl." Snake spoke her name, and there was an edge of trepidation in his tone. His green eyes were peering over her shoulder, behind where she stood, down the long, narrow corridor leading up to the Communications Towers.
She turned around slowly and saw immediately what Snake had been referring to. Through the shadows cast from dim lights and clouds of cold kicking off the concrete, there was visible a pinpoint of red light. It was a sharp contrast against the drab blues and grays making up the passageway, one long, easily visible line of a laser, so thick it was almost tangible, and it was focused on her collarbone. She knew exactly what it was, not from the textbooks, not from training.
It was the laser scope of a sniper rifle. A PSG-1, if memory served her correctly. And, although she couldn't see far enough down the dark passage to see who held the gun, she didn't have to see to know. She had aimed this gun herself yesterday, steady hands guiding hers, showing her the best ways to hold it still as she looked through the scope. She hadn't fired the gun. She had known how to shoot guns since she was eight years old, but she hadn't fired the sniper rifle. Its owner asked her not to, for she had been the only one to fire the gun, and so Meryl didn't fire.
Now the gun was aimed at her. The laser point had worked its way up to her face, so she couldn't tell where it was. It reminded her of hands touching her face, caressing her cheek with a tenderness she wouldn't have guessed could come from such a calloused person. Lips on her own, a passion shared between them that she had never experienced coming from a man. She knew no man who could offer passion the way this sniper could. She thought that perhaps men were just unable to give the kind of passion they shared. Even Snake couldn't match what they had, despite growing feelings for him. Despite a determination to forget.
The laser scope moved to her breasts, and she was lost in the memory of those fingers again.
/Why, Wolf?/ and her mouth moved with the thought as though she meant to say it. Wolf couldn't see it. The scope wasn't big enough for her to see her target's mouth. /Does your prey mean that much to you? You'd shoot me too?/
Snake wasn't moving, and she didn't question this. It was just as well, she thought. This was between herself and Wolf this way. She caught the laser point on her hand and she waited. Did she mean anything to Wolf, or had she just been treated kindly because of her gender? Wolf spoke of how much she hated men constantly, and there were no other females on the base. If she'd just been used for her body, then she would already be dead. Wolf hadn't shot her, and there were too many chances for her to get away. Why wasn't she shooting?
Was there something more to this? Had Wolf really meant it when she'd touched Meryl's face with surprisingly warm, delicate fingers and whispered into her ear? The heat of the moment, their passion had warped the memory, Meryl thought, but now Wolf wasn't shooting. The laser scope was tracing lower, back on her chest and working down her stomach and then lower past her hips. Meryl stood still, letting the sniper examine her, once her lover. /You won't do this,/ she thought. /You meant what you said and you won't do this./
She didn't really believe that, but maybe Wolf did.
The laser sight had centered on her right knee now. She knew how seriously Wolf took her work. She followed orders, and through Meryl was the best way to manipulate Snake. It was painfully obvious. She could almost hear that Russian drawl whisper, "I'm sorry, but this is the only way," as the PSG-1 fired through oblivion.
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Challenge #22
Phrase: "I'm sorry, but this is the only way."
Word Count: 672
Rating: PG-13
Title: Throw Away
Author: Rydia Highwind
Disclaimer: Metal Gear Solid and Metal Gear Solid 2 and all characters refered to herein belong to Konami. I claim nothing, I'm simply borrowing.
Summary: Meryl reflects in the underground passage just before she is shot.
Warning: Yuri! It took me long enough to get some yuri, damn it. Wolf/Meryl. This was also VERY rushed and kind of pathetic.
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"Meryl." Snake spoke her name, and there was an edge of trepidation in his tone. His green eyes were peering over her shoulder, behind where she stood, down the long, narrow corridor leading up to the Communications Towers.
She turned around slowly and saw immediately what Snake had been referring to. Through the shadows cast from dim lights and clouds of cold kicking off the concrete, there was visible a pinpoint of red light. It was a sharp contrast against the drab blues and grays making up the passageway, one long, easily visible line of a laser, so thick it was almost tangible, and it was focused on her collarbone. She knew exactly what it was, not from the textbooks, not from training.
It was the laser scope of a sniper rifle. A PSG-1, if memory served her correctly. And, although she couldn't see far enough down the dark passage to see who held the gun, she didn't have to see to know. She had aimed this gun herself yesterday, steady hands guiding hers, showing her the best ways to hold it still as she looked through the scope. She hadn't fired the gun. She had known how to shoot guns since she was eight years old, but she hadn't fired the sniper rifle. Its owner asked her not to, for she had been the only one to fire the gun, and so Meryl didn't fire.
Now the gun was aimed at her. The laser point had worked its way up to her face, so she couldn't tell where it was. It reminded her of hands touching her face, caressing her cheek with a tenderness she wouldn't have guessed could come from such a calloused person. Lips on her own, a passion shared between them that she had never experienced coming from a man. She knew no man who could offer passion the way this sniper could. She thought that perhaps men were just unable to give the kind of passion they shared. Even Snake couldn't match what they had, despite growing feelings for him. Despite a determination to forget.
The laser scope moved to her breasts, and she was lost in the memory of those fingers again.
/Why, Wolf?/ and her mouth moved with the thought as though she meant to say it. Wolf couldn't see it. The scope wasn't big enough for her to see her target's mouth. /Does your prey mean that much to you? You'd shoot me too?/
Snake wasn't moving, and she didn't question this. It was just as well, she thought. This was between herself and Wolf this way. She caught the laser point on her hand and she waited. Did she mean anything to Wolf, or had she just been treated kindly because of her gender? Wolf spoke of how much she hated men constantly, and there were no other females on the base. If she'd just been used for her body, then she would already be dead. Wolf hadn't shot her, and there were too many chances for her to get away. Why wasn't she shooting?
Was there something more to this? Had Wolf really meant it when she'd touched Meryl's face with surprisingly warm, delicate fingers and whispered into her ear? The heat of the moment, their passion had warped the memory, Meryl thought, but now Wolf wasn't shooting. The laser scope was tracing lower, back on her chest and working down her stomach and then lower past her hips. Meryl stood still, letting the sniper examine her, once her lover. /You won't do this,/ she thought. /You meant what you said and you won't do this./
She didn't really believe that, but maybe Wolf did.
The laser sight had centered on her right knee now. She knew how seriously Wolf took her work. She followed orders, and through Meryl was the best way to manipulate Snake. It was painfully obvious. She could almost hear that Russian drawl whisper, "I'm sorry, but this is the only way," as the PSG-1 fired through oblivion.