Trio of ficlets.
Title: Omega.
Fandom: Real People.
Characters: Jared Leto.
Prompt: Table 2; # 98 - Writer's Choice: Helpless.
Word Count:. 237.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Nature doesn't care if you feel on top of the world; something else is always above you on the food chain.
Author's Notes: This was jotted down last night after looking at the amazing full moon we had here and tonight I decided to do a little trio of ficlets. Since they're so short and go together it made the most sense to post them together. All for 100_situations.
Jared was standing off by himself at the rest area and staring up at the sky when it happened, thinking what a gorgeous night it was and feeling inspiration start to strike. He never heard it coming. Not that it would have mattered, just maybe would have changed how he landed, what was injured. One moment his head was in the stars and the next he was struggling to breathe as a heavy weight pushed down on his back. A shuddering breath turned to a scream of pain as sharp points ripped into his shoulder, others cutting into his back, one of his legs. He struggled, trying to get up, at least get to his hands and knees, but the pain was steadily growing worse and a frightening snarl was close to his ear. Then the weight shifted, moved off of him as he heard barking and growling, Judas having heard or smelled or sensed his master in trouble. It hurt to raise his head much but he could see Judas fighting with a wolf and as his thoughts started to disassociate he was thankful that he'd gotten a dog that was part wolf. He felt dizzy, lightheaded, could barely keep his eyes open as he heard shouting, voices, thought he heard his brother, his name. The last thought he had before it all went black was that he had been staring up at a full moon.
Title: Beta.
Fandom: Real People.
Characters: Jared Leto.
Prompt: Table 2; # 58 - Survive.
Word Count: 230.
Rating: PG.
Summary: The ladder from the bottom to the top is hard to climb but it can be done.
Author"s Notes: See notes for first ficlet.
The recovery was nothing sort of miraculous, so said the doctors. Should have bled out, should have lost the use of his arm, should have been paralyzed, should have died. Words swirled around in the air like the blood swirled in the drain after washing off the operating table. Hospital walls. Pain. His brother's face. Pain. A wolf's muzzle dripping blood. Pain. He didn't really remember when the cycle broke; just that it did, and just in time for it was maddening. Existence felt maddening. Something was wrong with him, he was broken and no one could see it but him. Judas never let him be, at his side no matter what he was doing. He wished Shannon would let him be. The dog's presence was comforting and reassuring and made him feel a little more normal. His brother made him feel small and wounded and suffocated and strange. What was wrong with him? Was he just imagining things? Weeks went by, nearly a month, thirty days to be exact. The moment it felt like a switch was flipped everything began to fall into place. Why he was thinking and feeling how he was, why Judas was always near him, why he had survived, what sparked the event to begin with.
Blue eyes found the moon again and slowly turned to amber as the new chapter of his life began.
Title: Alpha.
Fandom: Real People.
Characters: Jared Leto.
Prompt: Table 2; # 21 - Pack.
Word Count: 299.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: When it's lonely at the top instinct often takes over.
Author's Notes: See notes for first ficlet.
It was a secret that could not be kept indefinitely no matter how he tried. Jared knew that yet still he tried so hard, at least tried to wait until there came a moment that seemed not as bad as the other moments. He almost knew when it was going to happen before it happened, lulled by the feel of crisp moonlight on his skin but still aware, senses tuned to his surroundings. The crunch of fallen leaves, the smell of his brother's shampoo and laundry detergent, the simple smell of Shannon, family, what should be home and comfort. He looked, and then stopped, stared as wide eyes stared back. Whether it was the eyes or the faded claw marks across his chest he would never know. Then the smell of uncertainty and fear permeated the air and his teeth sharpened, the animal salivated. Weight upon a chest, a struggle, it was almost like a cruel instance of déjà vu. A forearm against his windpipe gave him pause and their eyes met, locked, and it seemed an entire conversation was had. Tears filled eyes, hands stroked hair and words fell that were more for his brother than him, arms letting him close, drawing him close. Allowing the wolf to lay with the sheep. The stars were again a witness to primal violence, but this time instinct was driven by hunger and need for pack, for family, for safety. He didn't stop until blood was tasted, until bone was tasted, and then only to shut Judas in the house. This was not the time for greetings and bonds to be formed, but for death and creation, the strengthening of a bond that had become weak. The howl that rang through the air that night was enough to chill the blood.
Fandom: Real People.
Characters: Jared Leto.
Prompt: Table 2; # 98 - Writer's Choice: Helpless.
Word Count:. 237.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Nature doesn't care if you feel on top of the world; something else is always above you on the food chain.
Author's Notes: This was jotted down last night after looking at the amazing full moon we had here and tonight I decided to do a little trio of ficlets. Since they're so short and go together it made the most sense to post them together. All for 100_situations.
Jared was standing off by himself at the rest area and staring up at the sky when it happened, thinking what a gorgeous night it was and feeling inspiration start to strike. He never heard it coming. Not that it would have mattered, just maybe would have changed how he landed, what was injured. One moment his head was in the stars and the next he was struggling to breathe as a heavy weight pushed down on his back. A shuddering breath turned to a scream of pain as sharp points ripped into his shoulder, others cutting into his back, one of his legs. He struggled, trying to get up, at least get to his hands and knees, but the pain was steadily growing worse and a frightening snarl was close to his ear. Then the weight shifted, moved off of him as he heard barking and growling, Judas having heard or smelled or sensed his master in trouble. It hurt to raise his head much but he could see Judas fighting with a wolf and as his thoughts started to disassociate he was thankful that he'd gotten a dog that was part wolf. He felt dizzy, lightheaded, could barely keep his eyes open as he heard shouting, voices, thought he heard his brother, his name. The last thought he had before it all went black was that he had been staring up at a full moon.
Title: Beta.
Fandom: Real People.
Characters: Jared Leto.
Prompt: Table 2; # 58 - Survive.
Word Count: 230.
Rating: PG.
Summary: The ladder from the bottom to the top is hard to climb but it can be done.
Author"s Notes: See notes for first ficlet.
The recovery was nothing sort of miraculous, so said the doctors. Should have bled out, should have lost the use of his arm, should have been paralyzed, should have died. Words swirled around in the air like the blood swirled in the drain after washing off the operating table. Hospital walls. Pain. His brother's face. Pain. A wolf's muzzle dripping blood. Pain. He didn't really remember when the cycle broke; just that it did, and just in time for it was maddening. Existence felt maddening. Something was wrong with him, he was broken and no one could see it but him. Judas never let him be, at his side no matter what he was doing. He wished Shannon would let him be. The dog's presence was comforting and reassuring and made him feel a little more normal. His brother made him feel small and wounded and suffocated and strange. What was wrong with him? Was he just imagining things? Weeks went by, nearly a month, thirty days to be exact. The moment it felt like a switch was flipped everything began to fall into place. Why he was thinking and feeling how he was, why Judas was always near him, why he had survived, what sparked the event to begin with.
Blue eyes found the moon again and slowly turned to amber as the new chapter of his life began.
Title: Alpha.
Fandom: Real People.
Characters: Jared Leto.
Prompt: Table 2; # 21 - Pack.
Word Count: 299.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: When it's lonely at the top instinct often takes over.
Author's Notes: See notes for first ficlet.
It was a secret that could not be kept indefinitely no matter how he tried. Jared knew that yet still he tried so hard, at least tried to wait until there came a moment that seemed not as bad as the other moments. He almost knew when it was going to happen before it happened, lulled by the feel of crisp moonlight on his skin but still aware, senses tuned to his surroundings. The crunch of fallen leaves, the smell of his brother's shampoo and laundry detergent, the simple smell of Shannon, family, what should be home and comfort. He looked, and then stopped, stared as wide eyes stared back. Whether it was the eyes or the faded claw marks across his chest he would never know. Then the smell of uncertainty and fear permeated the air and his teeth sharpened, the animal salivated. Weight upon a chest, a struggle, it was almost like a cruel instance of déjà vu. A forearm against his windpipe gave him pause and their eyes met, locked, and it seemed an entire conversation was had. Tears filled eyes, hands stroked hair and words fell that were more for his brother than him, arms letting him close, drawing him close. Allowing the wolf to lay with the sheep. The stars were again a witness to primal violence, but this time instinct was driven by hunger and need for pack, for family, for safety. He didn't stop until blood was tasted, until bone was tasted, and then only to shut Judas in the house. This was not the time for greetings and bonds to be formed, but for death and creation, the strengthening of a bond that had become weak. The howl that rang through the air that night was enough to chill the blood.