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Rating: PG, maybe M (for dangerous situations?)
Genre: AU, Fusion (with Justice League Unlimited)
Pairing: 1x2-established
Notes: i can't remember why i started writing this... oh yeah! inspired by merula31's drabble... found... (i'll post a link later. ^O^;;)
Because I watched the JLU cartoons instead of reading the comics (I’m sorry, I was a militantly Marvel gal, not a DC one… ah haha…), I’m doing my little fusiony bit like this:
Duo - Flash
Heero - GL
Wufei - Batman
Trowa - Superman
Quatre - J’onn
and a surprise guest appearance at the end! :D
There wasn’t enough time.
The bomb had gone off almost the second he’d arrived. He’d only just managed to get his ring up and cast a forcefield around the blast zone. But it was too late and the nuclear warhead had been detonated. Even now he could see the telltale mushroom cloud forming inside the green bubble he’d created.
If Heero was lucky, his ring could contain the radiation until everyone was evacuated. But from the minute fissures he could already see sliding across the “surface” of his forcefield, he could tell that he wasn’t going to be lucky today…or any other day after this.
“Lantern? What’s going on?”
Heero touched his earpiece to activate the comm. link.
“I’ve got a bit of a problem,” he said quietly, keeping a careful eye on the frightened crowd of wealthy party-goers trapped in the ballroom with him and the bomb-to-end-all-bombs.
“How big?”
“Going to impact the entire city type of big,” he replied, turning away from the crowd then, trying to shield them from the knowledge of their imminent demise.
There was silence over the comm.
Heero could picture Quatre up in their Watch Tower as it slowly orbited the Earth. The blond Martian would have his eyes closed, his brow furrowed slightly, and his pale skin would be almost translucent as he exercised his powers to reach out across the planet and locate the nearest possible backup.
“Heero.”
And he knew. Quatre never called any of them by their real names unless the situation was dire. The gentle presence that was the Martian’s constant telepathic touch at the back of his mind became suddenly so strong, an overwhelming sense of sadness and regret.
Heero turned back to look at the crowd.
Wufei Chang returned his gaze evenly.
“Is there anyway to at least evacuate the civilians?” the young Chinese man mouthed at him.
For while Wufei had been attending the party in his own civilian guise, a multi-billionaire playboy, he was also the Justice League’s sometime Dark Knight. No one was sure at this moment if Wufei’s secret identity had been leaked and he was the true target of this attack, but, it hardly mattered now. From what Heero had seen of the bomb before it exploded, the blast plus the radiation when his ring’s field fell would kill them all. And then the radiation would spread. It would blow into the city. It would seep into the ocean around them.
Whose idea was it to throw a party on a boat floating in the middle of the harbour?
“Pardon, Heero?”
“How long until Coast Guard gets here?”
“They’re waiting on radiation suits-”
“Superman?” Heero was grasping at straws and he knew it.
“Trowa’s on his way, but he’s coming in from Jakarta…”
They were all fucked.
Heero gave Wufei an apologetic half-smile. Wufei returned it in kind before turning away to comfort the two women who were clinging to him.
“Can you maybe take out into space?”
“Don’t you think I’ve already considered that?” Heero asked tersely, even as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “I’m afraid that I won’t clear the atmosphere before my ring fails.”
If this mess was released into the atmosphere, there was no telling just how much damage it could cause. At least here on the boat, it was somewhat predictable.
And so there they were: one Green Lantern about to fall, one Batman helplessly incognito, and forty of Gotham Society’s shiniest elite crying in the corners.
“Can any of the party guests help?”
“Help with WHAT EXACTLY, Quatre?” Heero couldn’t help but snap at him.
But Quatre was good at taking these things in stride. His psychic abilities allowed him to see when there was no malice behind the words, just worry and self-doubt.
“Doesn’t Wufei have his own boat or helicopter or something? The others should too, right? They’re wealthy?” Quatre asked, desperation colouring his tone. “If they’re privately owned, they won’t have to go through all the government red tape about the safety regulations and procedures…”
“I’m not about to endanger-”
“What’s the worst that could happen, Heero? Everyone lives?”
Before Heero could even get a word out, Quatre barreled on.
“Our sensors show that radiation is still minimal right now. If we can get everyone off the ship within five or ten minutes, no one should suffer any long term effects. Do it, Heero. Ask them.”
Heero stared at his little green bubble for a moment longer. Was it his imagination or was it flickering? Were those cracks growing? Had it always been that cloudy inside it?
He cleared his throat, and everyone turned to him.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I suppose you are already aware of the precarious nature of our current predicament,” he paused to make sure he had their attention; “Please, do not panic, but I need to know RIGHT NOW if any of you can get a boat or a helicopter here within the next five or ten minutes.”
Much to Heero’s surprise, no one panicked. It was as if someone had flipped a switch and the previously frightened huddle of spoiled socialites suddenly became an assembly of high-powered, aggressive businessmen and women. These were the commanders of Gotham’s economy and, given a task, knew how to make things happen. Cell phones, satellite phones, Blackberries, and the like were materializing from breast pockets and/or tiny beaded purses. The air was filled with the babble of voices, determined and authoritative.
“I have a helicopter that can be here in two!”
“I can have two yachts in eight!”
A wave of relief washed over Heero. Maybe he could do this, at least until the civilians were safe. With a renewed determination, he tried to dredge up what energy he could from wherever he could find it to pour into the containment field generated by his ring.
“How much longer can you hold it?”
The quiet question startled Heero. He was surprised that Wufei had come so close without his noticing.
“Well,” Heero kept both eyes on his task even as he spoke, “let’s just say that I was really quite serious about that ‘within the next five or ten minutes’ thing.”
“And then what’s your grand plan?” asked Wufei.
Heero grit his teeth and pushed himself harder.
“I’m going to take everything, the ship included, down and bury it in the deepest part of the ocean.”
Wufei was silent.
“When you get off this thing, I need you to contact a nuclear hazard cleanup team immediately and have them here as soon as possible. I’m not sure what kind of rock is down there, whether it will contain the radiation, but I’ll burrow in as deep as I can.”
“Poor fishies.”
Heero gave Wufei a Look.
“Green Lantern!” A middle-aged gentleman whom Heero recognized as the CEO of a major electronics company came running over. He was quite cheerful and seemed to have no regard for the fact that Heero was holding a nuclear bomb barely in check. “My helicopter’s getting into position to drop a ladder now!” he proclaimed, beaming fit to outshine the sun.
Heero nodded.
“Women and elderly first?” was Wufei’s suggestion.
Heero nodded again.
“Or, rather, whoever can climb a rope ladder first, really,” Wufei muttered.
“Hey! You’re Wufei Chang, right? Are you friends with Green Lantern? My sister’s dating some two-bit superhero who wants to join the Justice League. We should all get together sometime to discuss the lifestyle and shit, yeah?”
The two billionaires hurried off to start the evacuation, still going through the motions of their banal conversation. Heero could never understand the intricacies of being in “polite society” and he was thankful that he never had to try. There was something to be said about the straightforward ways of the marines: you got your orders, you performed your orders, you didn’t have to make nice with the guy next to you as long as you got the thing done.
As the last of the civilians were escorted out of the ballroom to the newly arrived and now awaiting yachts, Wufei deliberately hung back, making some vague pretense at having lost his wallet.
“Heero, I’ve called the cleanup people, if you can-”
The green shield was flickering now, though perhaps it wasn’t yet visible to the naked human eye. Heero didn’t see how he could possibly get out of this one.
“Just get out of here!” he yelled at his comrade.
Wufei merely sighed and gave him an exasperated look.
“I’ll have Quatre let you know when we’re all off the boat,” he said, waving his cell phone at Heero.
But Heero could barely hear him over the roar of blood rushing through his veins as his heart pounded furiously, futilely trying to fuel the fire that kept his ring going.
A slight crackle from his comm. unit, though, sounded like a gunshot in his ear.
Heero needed no other prompt and so he steeled himself to bury this thing, bomb, boat, and himself, in the ocean floor.
He used his ring to push his containment bubble down into the floor of the ballroom, hoping that he could bend the entire boat around the centre of the blast thereby creating some extra shielding for the radiation.
The metal hull creaked and groaned with the strain.
It sounded…almost like it was crying his name… Heero would have laughed if he hadn’t been preparing to die.
“…eeRO!”
A solid body crashed into him with a sharply enunciated, if accented: “Excuse me, sir! Time for you to make a strategic retreat, sir!”
Heero thought he saw a flash of silver being draped over his green bubble before strong arms wrapped around his torso and he found himself being forcibly hauled off the boat. He struggled and strained against his savior/captor, trying to maintain the strength of his ring’s forcefield despite the increasing physical distance, but his protests were aborted abruptly when he realized that they seemed to be running on top of the water and back towards the city proper.
“Flash?” He had to yell to be heard above the rushing wind.
“You are such a freaking idiot! I can’t believe you’d just give up like that! What the hell is wrong with you?”
Duo’s legs were pumping as fast as they could go, his arms clutching Heero, carrying him to the best of his ability, and the two of them were fairly flying across the bay back to safety. Duo’s mouth was practically running in time with his feet.
Maybe faster, actually.
“We’re a bigger team now! We have like a hundred people you could have called for help! I thought you would have figured it out! Or Quatre! How come I had to get a phone call from Wufei on my home line? You know how hard it is to run all the way to HQ, grab Zechs, and get back here in under ten minutes?”
Heero started to laugh.
“Are you giggling? Are you fucking GIGGLING, Heero Yuy? This isn’t a laughing matter!”
Heero did his best to lean over in their awkward embrace and press a kiss to Duo’s forearm.
“I love you!” he shouted back at him.
Duo was so shocked he actually stopped and both of them dropped straight into the water like stones.
Treading water lazily, the two Justice League members turned around to look at the boat that had almost been Heero’s coffin. They saw Zechs hovering over it, hands outstretched and absorbing any residual radiation.
“Captain Atom?”
Duo shrugged.
They watched their comrade work in silence for a minute.
“So you love me, eh?” Duo asked, glancing at Heero out of the corner of his eye.
Heero only responded by using his partially recharged ring to scoop up a gallon of water and dump it on Duo’s head.
END
Rating: PG, maybe M (for dangerous situations?)
Genre: AU, Fusion (with Justice League Unlimited)
Pairing: 1x2-established
Notes: i can't remember why i started writing this... oh yeah! inspired by merula31's drabble... found... (i'll post a link later. ^O^;;)
Because I watched the JLU cartoons instead of reading the comics (I’m sorry, I was a militantly Marvel gal, not a DC one… ah haha…), I’m doing my little fusiony bit like this:
Duo - Flash
Heero - GL
Wufei - Batman
Trowa - Superman
Quatre - J’onn
and a surprise guest appearance at the end! :D
There wasn’t enough time.
The bomb had gone off almost the second he’d arrived. He’d only just managed to get his ring up and cast a forcefield around the blast zone. But it was too late and the nuclear warhead had been detonated. Even now he could see the telltale mushroom cloud forming inside the green bubble he’d created.
If Heero was lucky, his ring could contain the radiation until everyone was evacuated. But from the minute fissures he could already see sliding across the “surface” of his forcefield, he could tell that he wasn’t going to be lucky today…or any other day after this.
“Lantern? What’s going on?”
Heero touched his earpiece to activate the comm. link.
“I’ve got a bit of a problem,” he said quietly, keeping a careful eye on the frightened crowd of wealthy party-goers trapped in the ballroom with him and the bomb-to-end-all-bombs.
“How big?”
“Going to impact the entire city type of big,” he replied, turning away from the crowd then, trying to shield them from the knowledge of their imminent demise.
There was silence over the comm.
Heero could picture Quatre up in their Watch Tower as it slowly orbited the Earth. The blond Martian would have his eyes closed, his brow furrowed slightly, and his pale skin would be almost translucent as he exercised his powers to reach out across the planet and locate the nearest possible backup.
“Heero.”
And he knew. Quatre never called any of them by their real names unless the situation was dire. The gentle presence that was the Martian’s constant telepathic touch at the back of his mind became suddenly so strong, an overwhelming sense of sadness and regret.
Heero turned back to look at the crowd.
Wufei Chang returned his gaze evenly.
“Is there anyway to at least evacuate the civilians?” the young Chinese man mouthed at him.
For while Wufei had been attending the party in his own civilian guise, a multi-billionaire playboy, he was also the Justice League’s sometime Dark Knight. No one was sure at this moment if Wufei’s secret identity had been leaked and he was the true target of this attack, but, it hardly mattered now. From what Heero had seen of the bomb before it exploded, the blast plus the radiation when his ring’s field fell would kill them all. And then the radiation would spread. It would blow into the city. It would seep into the ocean around them.
Whose idea was it to throw a party on a boat floating in the middle of the harbour?
“Pardon, Heero?”
“How long until Coast Guard gets here?”
“They’re waiting on radiation suits-”
“Superman?” Heero was grasping at straws and he knew it.
“Trowa’s on his way, but he’s coming in from Jakarta…”
They were all fucked.
Heero gave Wufei an apologetic half-smile. Wufei returned it in kind before turning away to comfort the two women who were clinging to him.
“Can you maybe take out into space?”
“Don’t you think I’ve already considered that?” Heero asked tersely, even as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “I’m afraid that I won’t clear the atmosphere before my ring fails.”
If this mess was released into the atmosphere, there was no telling just how much damage it could cause. At least here on the boat, it was somewhat predictable.
And so there they were: one Green Lantern about to fall, one Batman helplessly incognito, and forty of Gotham Society’s shiniest elite crying in the corners.
“Can any of the party guests help?”
“Help with WHAT EXACTLY, Quatre?” Heero couldn’t help but snap at him.
But Quatre was good at taking these things in stride. His psychic abilities allowed him to see when there was no malice behind the words, just worry and self-doubt.
“Doesn’t Wufei have his own boat or helicopter or something? The others should too, right? They’re wealthy?” Quatre asked, desperation colouring his tone. “If they’re privately owned, they won’t have to go through all the government red tape about the safety regulations and procedures…”
“I’m not about to endanger-”
“What’s the worst that could happen, Heero? Everyone lives?”
Before Heero could even get a word out, Quatre barreled on.
“Our sensors show that radiation is still minimal right now. If we can get everyone off the ship within five or ten minutes, no one should suffer any long term effects. Do it, Heero. Ask them.”
Heero stared at his little green bubble for a moment longer. Was it his imagination or was it flickering? Were those cracks growing? Had it always been that cloudy inside it?
He cleared his throat, and everyone turned to him.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I suppose you are already aware of the precarious nature of our current predicament,” he paused to make sure he had their attention; “Please, do not panic, but I need to know RIGHT NOW if any of you can get a boat or a helicopter here within the next five or ten minutes.”
Much to Heero’s surprise, no one panicked. It was as if someone had flipped a switch and the previously frightened huddle of spoiled socialites suddenly became an assembly of high-powered, aggressive businessmen and women. These were the commanders of Gotham’s economy and, given a task, knew how to make things happen. Cell phones, satellite phones, Blackberries, and the like were materializing from breast pockets and/or tiny beaded purses. The air was filled with the babble of voices, determined and authoritative.
“I have a helicopter that can be here in two!”
“I can have two yachts in eight!”
A wave of relief washed over Heero. Maybe he could do this, at least until the civilians were safe. With a renewed determination, he tried to dredge up what energy he could from wherever he could find it to pour into the containment field generated by his ring.
“How much longer can you hold it?”
The quiet question startled Heero. He was surprised that Wufei had come so close without his noticing.
“Well,” Heero kept both eyes on his task even as he spoke, “let’s just say that I was really quite serious about that ‘within the next five or ten minutes’ thing.”
“And then what’s your grand plan?” asked Wufei.
Heero grit his teeth and pushed himself harder.
“I’m going to take everything, the ship included, down and bury it in the deepest part of the ocean.”
Wufei was silent.
“When you get off this thing, I need you to contact a nuclear hazard cleanup team immediately and have them here as soon as possible. I’m not sure what kind of rock is down there, whether it will contain the radiation, but I’ll burrow in as deep as I can.”
“Poor fishies.”
Heero gave Wufei a Look.
“Green Lantern!” A middle-aged gentleman whom Heero recognized as the CEO of a major electronics company came running over. He was quite cheerful and seemed to have no regard for the fact that Heero was holding a nuclear bomb barely in check. “My helicopter’s getting into position to drop a ladder now!” he proclaimed, beaming fit to outshine the sun.
Heero nodded.
“Women and elderly first?” was Wufei’s suggestion.
Heero nodded again.
“Or, rather, whoever can climb a rope ladder first, really,” Wufei muttered.
“Hey! You’re Wufei Chang, right? Are you friends with Green Lantern? My sister’s dating some two-bit superhero who wants to join the Justice League. We should all get together sometime to discuss the lifestyle and shit, yeah?”
The two billionaires hurried off to start the evacuation, still going through the motions of their banal conversation. Heero could never understand the intricacies of being in “polite society” and he was thankful that he never had to try. There was something to be said about the straightforward ways of the marines: you got your orders, you performed your orders, you didn’t have to make nice with the guy next to you as long as you got the thing done.
As the last of the civilians were escorted out of the ballroom to the newly arrived and now awaiting yachts, Wufei deliberately hung back, making some vague pretense at having lost his wallet.
“Heero, I’ve called the cleanup people, if you can-”
The green shield was flickering now, though perhaps it wasn’t yet visible to the naked human eye. Heero didn’t see how he could possibly get out of this one.
“Just get out of here!” he yelled at his comrade.
Wufei merely sighed and gave him an exasperated look.
“I’ll have Quatre let you know when we’re all off the boat,” he said, waving his cell phone at Heero.
But Heero could barely hear him over the roar of blood rushing through his veins as his heart pounded furiously, futilely trying to fuel the fire that kept his ring going.
A slight crackle from his comm. unit, though, sounded like a gunshot in his ear.
Heero needed no other prompt and so he steeled himself to bury this thing, bomb, boat, and himself, in the ocean floor.
He used his ring to push his containment bubble down into the floor of the ballroom, hoping that he could bend the entire boat around the centre of the blast thereby creating some extra shielding for the radiation.
The metal hull creaked and groaned with the strain.
It sounded…almost like it was crying his name… Heero would have laughed if he hadn’t been preparing to die.
“…eeRO!”
A solid body crashed into him with a sharply enunciated, if accented: “Excuse me, sir! Time for you to make a strategic retreat, sir!”
Heero thought he saw a flash of silver being draped over his green bubble before strong arms wrapped around his torso and he found himself being forcibly hauled off the boat. He struggled and strained against his savior/captor, trying to maintain the strength of his ring’s forcefield despite the increasing physical distance, but his protests were aborted abruptly when he realized that they seemed to be running on top of the water and back towards the city proper.
“Flash?” He had to yell to be heard above the rushing wind.
“You are such a freaking idiot! I can’t believe you’d just give up like that! What the hell is wrong with you?”
Duo’s legs were pumping as fast as they could go, his arms clutching Heero, carrying him to the best of his ability, and the two of them were fairly flying across the bay back to safety. Duo’s mouth was practically running in time with his feet.
Maybe faster, actually.
“We’re a bigger team now! We have like a hundred people you could have called for help! I thought you would have figured it out! Or Quatre! How come I had to get a phone call from Wufei on my home line? You know how hard it is to run all the way to HQ, grab Zechs, and get back here in under ten minutes?”
Heero started to laugh.
“Are you giggling? Are you fucking GIGGLING, Heero Yuy? This isn’t a laughing matter!”
Heero did his best to lean over in their awkward embrace and press a kiss to Duo’s forearm.
“I love you!” he shouted back at him.
Duo was so shocked he actually stopped and both of them dropped straight into the water like stones.
Treading water lazily, the two Justice League members turned around to look at the boat that had almost been Heero’s coffin. They saw Zechs hovering over it, hands outstretched and absorbing any residual radiation.
“Captain Atom?”
Duo shrugged.
They watched their comrade work in silence for a minute.
“So you love me, eh?” Duo asked, glancing at Heero out of the corner of his eye.
Heero only responded by using his partially recharged ring to scoop up a gallon of water and dump it on Duo’s head.
END