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Title: Power In Names
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Ted Kord/Michael Carter
Prompt: "You remind me of someone." (un_love_you)
Word Count: 384
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: (The name, whatever, IDEK, blarg.) I wrote this because I was reading something, I think. And because at this point, procrastinating on my NaNo story is pretty much subconscious.
Takes place in that time after Booster joined the Justice League and before he and Ted knew each other by name and face.
Power In Names
Booster Gold is gorgeous. All wind-blown blond hair and tan skin and white, grinning teeth wrapped in muscle and spandex
Michael Carter is good looking but nothing extraordinary. He's tall and broad-shouldered and the way his blond hair flips over his forehead might be endearing to some. He's the kind of guy who kept in shape after playing whatever sport wherever he played it, because he was obviously an athlete somewhen.
The way he holds himself, though, steals a few inches from his height. The way he hunches his broad shoulders so they're less broad and more ignorable is instinctive even when he doesn't mean to try to hide himself. He looks (too) young sometimes and (too) old other times, and entirely like he's trying to look like something besides himself most of the time.
He looks nothing like Booster Gold except how he kind of almost looks exactly like him. They're nothing alike except in the most superficial of ways. It's good enough.
Michael crosses his arms on the bar, shoulders hunching just slightly less, and leans down to make himself shorter. He's staring down at his beer, a faint blush darkening his tanned cheeks, as he quietly asks, "Why me?"
Ted leans back against the bar and tilts his head to meet the man's blue eyes. Booster's eyes are blue, he thinks. Somewhere behind the futuristic gold-tint, the shining, soaring man has blue eyes.
Nothing if not honest, Ted says, "You remind me of someone."
There's something wary and vulnerable in Michael's gaze as he lifts his head enough to see Ted out of the corner of his eye. He studies Ted, taking him in, weighing his options. Finally he turns back to his beer and gives a slight nod. "Okay," he says. "Okay."
Michael Carter shifts to drain the last of his beer from the mug, shoulders back and spine straight and for just a moment Ted can see the glare of yellowed light behind his profile as sunlight reflected off a visor.
The mug clinks down on the bar top and the man turns to him, Michael Carter once again. "Okay, let's go," he says, and Ted leads him from the bar imagining it is his newest and already closest friend at his back instead of some random bar hook-up.
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Ted Kord/Michael Carter
Prompt: "You remind me of someone." (un_love_you)
Word Count: 384
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: (The name, whatever, IDEK, blarg.) I wrote this because I was reading something, I think. And because at this point, procrastinating on my NaNo story is pretty much subconscious.
Takes place in that time after Booster joined the Justice League and before he and Ted knew each other by name and face.
Power In Names
Booster Gold is gorgeous. All wind-blown blond hair and tan skin and white, grinning teeth wrapped in muscle and spandex
Michael Carter is good looking but nothing extraordinary. He's tall and broad-shouldered and the way his blond hair flips over his forehead might be endearing to some. He's the kind of guy who kept in shape after playing whatever sport wherever he played it, because he was obviously an athlete somewhen.
The way he holds himself, though, steals a few inches from his height. The way he hunches his broad shoulders so they're less broad and more ignorable is instinctive even when he doesn't mean to try to hide himself. He looks (too) young sometimes and (too) old other times, and entirely like he's trying to look like something besides himself most of the time.
He looks nothing like Booster Gold except how he kind of almost looks exactly like him. They're nothing alike except in the most superficial of ways. It's good enough.
Michael crosses his arms on the bar, shoulders hunching just slightly less, and leans down to make himself shorter. He's staring down at his beer, a faint blush darkening his tanned cheeks, as he quietly asks, "Why me?"
Ted leans back against the bar and tilts his head to meet the man's blue eyes. Booster's eyes are blue, he thinks. Somewhere behind the futuristic gold-tint, the shining, soaring man has blue eyes.
Nothing if not honest, Ted says, "You remind me of someone."
There's something wary and vulnerable in Michael's gaze as he lifts his head enough to see Ted out of the corner of his eye. He studies Ted, taking him in, weighing his options. Finally he turns back to his beer and gives a slight nod. "Okay," he says. "Okay."
Michael Carter shifts to drain the last of his beer from the mug, shoulders back and spine straight and for just a moment Ted can see the glare of yellowed light behind his profile as sunlight reflected off a visor.
The mug clinks down on the bar top and the man turns to him, Michael Carter once again. "Okay, let's go," he says, and Ted leads him from the bar imagining it is his newest and already closest friend at his back instead of some random bar hook-up.