Honest Pretensions
Chapter Two: Halfway
A/N: Short one this time. Incase anyone was wondering, last chap was a friendship fic. I think Shayera/Diana is probably the only couple that could never work. Ever. Alternate realities or no.
Anyways, this is also a friendship fic. It doesn't really have a time line, it could take place at pretty much any time in the JL or JLU. And it isn't a continuance of anything, just one of those things that happened along the road that none of us saw (in my mind.)
Enjoy!
These things always seemed to happen to him.
Well, to them. And always in space. Came with the territory, he supposed.
They'd been trapped in a giant metal gas chamber by Intergalactic Police for a crime he'd been tricked into thinking he'd committed. They'd nearly gotten killed by some alive-but-not-alive purple fire, the controller of which was a three eyed, perverted megalomaniac.
Now, they were here, stuck in a dark, damp prison on some strange planet, the preceding events still a blur. His ring was gone, his arm broken in a terrible Z shape that was agony to touch, much less move.
"Hey, GL?"
A near indestructible energy wall separated the two, thin enough that they could hear one another but too opaque for visual contact. The speedster was in worse shape: both of his legs were twisted, bone completely shattered in a few places. John expected a complaint, an "I'm hungry, I'm thirsty, When do you think the others'll get here?" The Lantern wasn't in the mood. His head was aching and his throat was as dry as Death Valley, not to mention his arm, his goddamn arm. He'd stopped trying to bandage the bleeding and reset the bone. Forcing himself into a blackout had been enough.
"What, Wally?" His voice was tired, strained. He rested his head back against the cold wall and closed his eyes.
"What's red and yellow and looks good on a hippie?"
The Lantern opened his eyes, an impossible smile pulling up the corner of his mouth.
"What?"
He could hear the contained laughter in the speedster's voice.
"Fire."
John snorted, rolled his eyes.
They collapsed back into strained silence. John heard Wally shift, the movement quickly followed by an exhalation sharp and quavering with pain.
He dug into the deep recesses of his brain.
"Hey Wally?"
"Yeah?"
"Knock knock."
Aw, it's short but I like it. Next chapter: Burden, moonlighting the moodiest member of the JL, for Kyoko.