[FIC] Two Worlds
Title: Two Worlds (or whatever it'll be)
Author: genderblender
Fandom: Comics/DCU
Characters: Booster Gold, Rip Hunter, Blue Beetle II(lies)
Part: Prologue.
Summary: ... what?
Rip Hunter slipped out of the time stream into the world he should call home: Chicago, 2045. Of course, traveling through time made it very difficult for him to call anytime home. Still, this was where his parents raised him; this was home base:
It might have been naive of him to think his mother would be there waiting for him to wrap him in hugs and offer him homemade pie and ice cream, but it didn't stop him from hoping she would at least be there to welcome him home.
That wasn't the case, of course. Rip's mother wasn't that kind of lady. The house was, as usual, a mess. Almost every surface was covered in some kind of trinket from almost every point in time. Rip hurried down the stairs to the garage, that had been expertly turned into a laboratory, and peered inside. "Mom, I'm home," he announced to the figure hunched over a stool, fiddling with a bit of machinery from the 31st century.
Rip waited, folding his arms over his chest for his mother to stop working and acknowledge his arrival. Going home always made Rip feel like a kid.
"Eddie!" Rip's mother finally lifted her head from the project, and she regarded her son with a warm smile, laugh lines creasing on her otherwise youthful visage. Her cheeks were stained with grease, and her greying, auburn hair curled away from her round face. She held out her arms, but didn't stand from the stool and before she could demand a hug, Rip was already wrapping his arms around her giving the older woman a loving squeeze.
"You look great, mom," he said, feeling like a child again.
"Don't you start with me, young man. You're buttering me up for a reason. Did you bring your father?" She straightened up in her chair and smoothed a hand through her hair, which only caused more strands of hair to spring from the short ponytail.
"No, mom, Dad didn't follow me this time."
"Or any other time you come home! I swear, one of these days I want to see both my boys together from the same time and in the same place!" She pushed herself off from the chair and wrapped an arm around her son's broad shoulders.
"Look at that awful brown hair," she commented with a laugh, "You're in the middle of training Booster, aren't you?"
"Yes ma'am. I just sent him on his biggest mission yet." Rip shook out his head of dyed brown hair after his mother ruffled it with a laugh.
"Well, he better not mess that up!" Rip's mother bustled around the laboratory, putting away extra tools and wires that she was no longer using, her goggles pushed up onto her head. She stopped at a large panel and poked at a button, stabbing it a few extra times for emphasis. "Where is that father of yours?!"
"If he's in the middle of a mission, I doubt paging him this many times will change anything," Rip started, but he didn't make any motion to stop her.
She rolled her eyes. "I know how important missions can be, Eddie. I swear, he's going to show up demanding dinner and claim he saved the multiverses all over again. That isn't his job, it's mine." she punctuated the statement by pulling the large domed goggles over her eyes.
Rip would have commented about how ridiculous she looked, but he also was aware of the dangers of such a statement, so he straightened his back and gave his mother a military salute instead. "Of course it's your job! You always have to pick up after him anyway."
Rip's mother laughed one of those loud, boisterous laughs of hers. "Come on, son, we'll get started on dinner now and make sure he doesn't get any dessert." It sounded like a joke, but she always followed through with her threats.
Rip's father eventually showed up, halfway through dessert, and just as his mother had said, Booster made a fuss about how he saved the multiverses and deserved an ice cream sundae. He didn't get any. Instead he got a stern scolding and a kiss on the cheek for good behavior.
"Please, Dora, just one bite?"
"No, Michael, and if you keep asking you won't get dessert tomorrow either!"
That was the one thing about his job that made Rip smile: he knew that the man he was in the process of dilligently training would one day grow up to be the amused, cheerful man in front of him. He leaned back in his chair and watched his parents playfully argue it out. His mother always won. "You know," he finally began over their duet of voices, "I just sent young Booster Gold off on a trip through the multiverses."
Dora pat her husband's chest through the fabric of his sweater. "Listen to that! You're on your way to meeting me, I bet!"
"I better go stop him! Save himself a lifetime of earaches by keeping him away from that auburn haired vixen!" Booster replied with a laugh and made an exaggerated motion to jump back through time. Despite his joking, Rip could see the look of loving affection he happily gave his wife as he kissed the top of her head with a smile.
"And I'll go tell myself to stay away from that suave, golden boy just because he reminds her of an old friend!" Rip's mother retorted, slapping the man across the chest, but there was laughter in her eyes.
Rip's parents told him and his sister the story countless times over the years, about how they met and how they fell in love and got married and had two beautiful children. He remembered it sounding more like a fairy tale as a child, and more like a comedy of errors the older he became and the more honestly the story was told. Still, in the end it always boiled down to two things: love across two worlds, and love between best friends.
Author: genderblender
Fandom: Comics/DCU
Characters: Booster Gold, Rip Hunter, Blue Beetle II(lies)
Part: Prologue.
Summary: ... what?
Rip Hunter slipped out of the time stream into the world he should call home: Chicago, 2045. Of course, traveling through time made it very difficult for him to call anytime home. Still, this was where his parents raised him; this was home base:
It might have been naive of him to think his mother would be there waiting for him to wrap him in hugs and offer him homemade pie and ice cream, but it didn't stop him from hoping she would at least be there to welcome him home.
That wasn't the case, of course. Rip's mother wasn't that kind of lady. The house was, as usual, a mess. Almost every surface was covered in some kind of trinket from almost every point in time. Rip hurried down the stairs to the garage, that had been expertly turned into a laboratory, and peered inside. "Mom, I'm home," he announced to the figure hunched over a stool, fiddling with a bit of machinery from the 31st century.
Rip waited, folding his arms over his chest for his mother to stop working and acknowledge his arrival. Going home always made Rip feel like a kid.
"Eddie!" Rip's mother finally lifted her head from the project, and she regarded her son with a warm smile, laugh lines creasing on her otherwise youthful visage. Her cheeks were stained with grease, and her greying, auburn hair curled away from her round face. She held out her arms, but didn't stand from the stool and before she could demand a hug, Rip was already wrapping his arms around her giving the older woman a loving squeeze.
"You look great, mom," he said, feeling like a child again.
"Don't you start with me, young man. You're buttering me up for a reason. Did you bring your father?" She straightened up in her chair and smoothed a hand through her hair, which only caused more strands of hair to spring from the short ponytail.
"No, mom, Dad didn't follow me this time."
"Or any other time you come home! I swear, one of these days I want to see both my boys together from the same time and in the same place!" She pushed herself off from the chair and wrapped an arm around her son's broad shoulders.
"Look at that awful brown hair," she commented with a laugh, "You're in the middle of training Booster, aren't you?"
"Yes ma'am. I just sent him on his biggest mission yet." Rip shook out his head of dyed brown hair after his mother ruffled it with a laugh.
"Well, he better not mess that up!" Rip's mother bustled around the laboratory, putting away extra tools and wires that she was no longer using, her goggles pushed up onto her head. She stopped at a large panel and poked at a button, stabbing it a few extra times for emphasis. "Where is that father of yours?!"
"If he's in the middle of a mission, I doubt paging him this many times will change anything," Rip started, but he didn't make any motion to stop her.
She rolled her eyes. "I know how important missions can be, Eddie. I swear, he's going to show up demanding dinner and claim he saved the multiverses all over again. That isn't his job, it's mine." she punctuated the statement by pulling the large domed goggles over her eyes.
Rip would have commented about how ridiculous she looked, but he also was aware of the dangers of such a statement, so he straightened his back and gave his mother a military salute instead. "Of course it's your job! You always have to pick up after him anyway."
Rip's mother laughed one of those loud, boisterous laughs of hers. "Come on, son, we'll get started on dinner now and make sure he doesn't get any dessert." It sounded like a joke, but she always followed through with her threats.
Rip's father eventually showed up, halfway through dessert, and just as his mother had said, Booster made a fuss about how he saved the multiverses and deserved an ice cream sundae. He didn't get any. Instead he got a stern scolding and a kiss on the cheek for good behavior.
"Please, Dora, just one bite?"
"No, Michael, and if you keep asking you won't get dessert tomorrow either!"
That was the one thing about his job that made Rip smile: he knew that the man he was in the process of dilligently training would one day grow up to be the amused, cheerful man in front of him. He leaned back in his chair and watched his parents playfully argue it out. His mother always won. "You know," he finally began over their duet of voices, "I just sent young Booster Gold off on a trip through the multiverses."
Dora pat her husband's chest through the fabric of his sweater. "Listen to that! You're on your way to meeting me, I bet!"
"I better go stop him! Save himself a lifetime of earaches by keeping him away from that auburn haired vixen!" Booster replied with a laugh and made an exaggerated motion to jump back through time. Despite his joking, Rip could see the look of loving affection he happily gave his wife as he kissed the top of her head with a smile.
"And I'll go tell myself to stay away from that suave, golden boy just because he reminds her of an old friend!" Rip's mother retorted, slapping the man across the chest, but there was laughter in her eyes.
Rip's parents told him and his sister the story countless times over the years, about how they met and how they fell in love and got married and had two beautiful children. He remembered it sounding more like a fairy tale as a child, and more like a comedy of errors the older he became and the more honestly the story was told. Still, in the end it always boiled down to two things: love across two worlds, and love between best friends.