Lights Out and Shoot Up The Station 4 of ?
Title: Lights Out and Shoot Up The Station 4 of ?
Pairing or Characters: Lex/Tai-san, Amber/Jay, with added Brady
Word Count: 1,384
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. A few comments might be nice, I won't stop writing without them lol...
The light had been brighter than the sun.
And now darkness, thick, and enveloping, the only sound she hears is the desperate pounding of her own heart.
She is restrained, held down by tight bonds wrapped around her arms and legs.
She wants to scream, to cry out, but into what, nothingness.
"Tai-san." A voice, suddenly fills all the available space around her.
Tai-san has almost forgotten the sound of her own name.
"I am about to show you a series of cards, I want you to tell me what is printed on them." She remembers that slow, deliberate tone, and this, the task that she must perform on a daily basis.
A monitor in front of her flickers into life, and she feels the reflection of a white card across her face.
Plain, and white, but still she sees a mountain, the mountain, her mountain.
"A mountain." Tai-san responds, her tongue filling heavy and under used inside her own mouth.
The voice never confirms or denies her guesses.
Another card, the same but different, this time she knows the image of a turtle is printed on the other, unseen side.
A heart...
Some flowers...
An empty chair …
"It's a trick." Another voice fills her head, a woman's voice, oddly familiar it sounds like...
"Ebony!" Tai-san calls, tugging desperately against her constraints.
"Ebony, it's me Tai-san, please, please help me!" She begs, hot terrified tears pouring down the sides of her face.
"There is no-one here by that name." The male voice chimes back in.
"Ebony!" Tai-san screams.
"Shut her up, Mega." She hears the woman warn in the background.
"Java, it's not her fault if she thinks you sound like your sister." Mega soothes.
Sister...
Tai-san can't think, her head feels fuzzy, disconnected from the rest of her body.
"Please." She whispers weakly.
"That's enough for today, you've done a good job Tai-san."
The weight presses down against her chest, gasping for breath Tai-san sits up in her bed.
She can't breath, she can't...
Her head feels as if it's about to explode, and then...
And then the real world floods back in on her, the sound of Lex's undistributed snores next to her, mixing with the outside world of the cicadas, and the always rolling waves.
This is real...
Tai-san climbs out of the bed, she doesn't know where she's going, she lets her feet decide.
In less than a beat she's outside the confines of her home, marching across the still sun warm sand of the beach.
"Amber!" Tai-san hammers against the rough wooden door of Amber and Jay's hut.
"Amber!" She calls again, this time rewarded by the flash of a torch passing through one of the windows.
The door nudges grudgingly open, Amber's tired face appearing.
"Tai-san it's the middle of the night," She yawns.
"I know, but I had to see you, I've had a dream, another one." Tai-san watches as Amber's face alters from sleep deprived, to concerned.
She turns behind her for a moment. "Bray, take your brother back to bed."
A moment later Amber turns back to her.
"You better come in."
He rests on his elbow, staring down at what he humbly considers to be the most beautiful girl in the whole tribe.
She gazes past him with a smile, observing... "Isn't that your Mother?"
Alex raises his head, following her eyeline, he catches sight of the familiar outline of his Mother loitering in the shade of Amber and Jay's doorway, a torch flashes and then she quickly swallowed up inside the hut.
"Aren't you concerned?" The girl underneath him asks, with an amused quirk of her eyebrow.
Alex lets himself think about her question for a moment, no he isn't is his internal answer. He knows his parents well enough to know that his Father would be storming around the island, raising hell, and keeping everyone else from their beds if something, anything was really wrong.
"I'll just ask Bray, at school tomorrow." He watches as she winces at the mention of school.
"I keep forgetting you're still at school." Brady admits bashfully, raising herself up slightly, she smooths down the fabric of her long skirt.
"Only just." Alex reminds her, glancing briefly at the knickers, which hand around her ankles.
Brady flashes him a sidelong look, and his heart beats awkwardly.
"Have you thought any more about what you're going to do, when you finish?"
Rolling onto his back, Alex's rests one arm behind his head, he lets the finger of his other idle hand come to rest against his tongue, he tastes Brady's tang.
Stretched out above them is another carpet of stars, in a flawless night's sky.
"I use to dream about that sky." Brady says softly, as she rests next to him, shifting onto her side.
Alex considers asking her if she ever dreamed about him in the long period of time she'd been away, but he'd only been thirteen when she'd left the island for the first time.
At the age of eighteen, Brady had loaded up most of her possessions into a backpack, stolen the only other boat on the island and set sail for destinations unknown.
In her note to Trudy, which her Mother had helpfully read aloud to anyone who would stop long enough to listen, Brady had listed '...wanting to know, what was on the other side of the ocean...' as her main motivation for leaving.
When she returned fifteen months later it had been with a bag full of Polaroids, a tan, and a curly haired toddler called Mia.
Brady still stubbornly refused to confirm of deny if Mia was actually her child, however Alex held the suspicion that she wasn't.
"I want to be a mid-wife, a male one, obviously." Repeating his long held ambition out into the wider world once again, reminded Alex of the several shades of red, and then purple, his Father had turned when he'd first announced his decision.
"I bet Lex, loved that." Brady snorts.
Alex doesn't bother to respond, he's completely at peace with the knowledge that he's not the version of the son his Father ever hoped for, but that's alright because his sister Violet is. She can out drink, out fight, out spit, and swear, anyone on the island, she terrifies most of the boys in their class.
Alex turns his head, the tips of their noses meet, she exhales, and he feels the warm heat of her breath across his face.
Her wide blue eyes blink back at him.
The late night, early morning chill catches a ringlet of her long golden hair, sending a strand cascading across her freckled cheek.
Brady reaches for his hand, catching his fingers.
"Would you, come travelling with me?" Alex is surprised by the sound of his own question.
He hears Brady laugh.
His face must betray him, because her laughter quickly fades, replaced with a sweet smile.
"In a few years, you won't remember ever asking me that." One of the things Alex likes most about Brady is her honesty, sometimes brutal, but always truthful, she doesn't make any space for artifice in her world.
He knows that's not true.
Silently he stares, transfixed at the shadow of their linked hands against the sky.
As if reading his mind Brady says...
"Don't make this any more than it is. We have fun, don't we?"
Fun, Alex sits up suddenly, reaching for his for the worn tan leather of his satchel, from the insides he pulls a battered looking metal flask.
"What's that?" Brady enquires intrigued.
Resting the warm flask between his legs Alex slips off the cap, pouring the steaming liquid into the top, her passes it to Brady.
Sniffing rather cautiously at the potent brew, she arches on eyebrow asking...
"Nutmeg tea?" Her face contorts into a slightly confused frown.
Alex smiles.
"You know," He's certain that she doesn't. Deftly he slips the cap out of her grasp, taking a long sip of the dark, fragrant liquid.
"...if you brew up enough nutmeg, it can act as a hallucinogen."
Her eyes widen slightly, it doesn't take her long to catch his drift.
"No, I didn't." She admits.
Refilling the cap, he holds it out for her. Gleefully Brady accepts it with a rueful grin.
Pairing or Characters: Lex/Tai-san, Amber/Jay, with added Brady
Word Count: 1,384
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. A few comments might be nice, I won't stop writing without them lol...
The light had been brighter than the sun.
And now darkness, thick, and enveloping, the only sound she hears is the desperate pounding of her own heart.
She is restrained, held down by tight bonds wrapped around her arms and legs.
She wants to scream, to cry out, but into what, nothingness.
"Tai-san." A voice, suddenly fills all the available space around her.
Tai-san has almost forgotten the sound of her own name.
"I am about to show you a series of cards, I want you to tell me what is printed on them." She remembers that slow, deliberate tone, and this, the task that she must perform on a daily basis.
A monitor in front of her flickers into life, and she feels the reflection of a white card across her face.
Plain, and white, but still she sees a mountain, the mountain, her mountain.
"A mountain." Tai-san responds, her tongue filling heavy and under used inside her own mouth.
The voice never confirms or denies her guesses.
Another card, the same but different, this time she knows the image of a turtle is printed on the other, unseen side.
A heart...
Some flowers...
An empty chair …
"It's a trick." Another voice fills her head, a woman's voice, oddly familiar it sounds like...
"Ebony!" Tai-san calls, tugging desperately against her constraints.
"Ebony, it's me Tai-san, please, please help me!" She begs, hot terrified tears pouring down the sides of her face.
"There is no-one here by that name." The male voice chimes back in.
"Ebony!" Tai-san screams.
"Shut her up, Mega." She hears the woman warn in the background.
"Java, it's not her fault if she thinks you sound like your sister." Mega soothes.
Sister...
Tai-san can't think, her head feels fuzzy, disconnected from the rest of her body.
"Please." She whispers weakly.
"That's enough for today, you've done a good job Tai-san."
The weight presses down against her chest, gasping for breath Tai-san sits up in her bed.
She can't breath, she can't...
Her head feels as if it's about to explode, and then...
And then the real world floods back in on her, the sound of Lex's undistributed snores next to her, mixing with the outside world of the cicadas, and the always rolling waves.
This is real...
Tai-san climbs out of the bed, she doesn't know where she's going, she lets her feet decide.
In less than a beat she's outside the confines of her home, marching across the still sun warm sand of the beach.
"Amber!" Tai-san hammers against the rough wooden door of Amber and Jay's hut.
"Amber!" She calls again, this time rewarded by the flash of a torch passing through one of the windows.
The door nudges grudgingly open, Amber's tired face appearing.
"Tai-san it's the middle of the night," She yawns.
"I know, but I had to see you, I've had a dream, another one." Tai-san watches as Amber's face alters from sleep deprived, to concerned.
She turns behind her for a moment. "Bray, take your brother back to bed."
A moment later Amber turns back to her.
"You better come in."
He rests on his elbow, staring down at what he humbly considers to be the most beautiful girl in the whole tribe.
She gazes past him with a smile, observing... "Isn't that your Mother?"
Alex raises his head, following her eyeline, he catches sight of the familiar outline of his Mother loitering in the shade of Amber and Jay's doorway, a torch flashes and then she quickly swallowed up inside the hut.
"Aren't you concerned?" The girl underneath him asks, with an amused quirk of her eyebrow.
Alex lets himself think about her question for a moment, no he isn't is his internal answer. He knows his parents well enough to know that his Father would be storming around the island, raising hell, and keeping everyone else from their beds if something, anything was really wrong.
"I'll just ask Bray, at school tomorrow." He watches as she winces at the mention of school.
"I keep forgetting you're still at school." Brady admits bashfully, raising herself up slightly, she smooths down the fabric of her long skirt.
"Only just." Alex reminds her, glancing briefly at the knickers, which hand around her ankles.
Brady flashes him a sidelong look, and his heart beats awkwardly.
"Have you thought any more about what you're going to do, when you finish?"
Rolling onto his back, Alex's rests one arm behind his head, he lets the finger of his other idle hand come to rest against his tongue, he tastes Brady's tang.
Stretched out above them is another carpet of stars, in a flawless night's sky.
"I use to dream about that sky." Brady says softly, as she rests next to him, shifting onto her side.
Alex considers asking her if she ever dreamed about him in the long period of time she'd been away, but he'd only been thirteen when she'd left the island for the first time.
At the age of eighteen, Brady had loaded up most of her possessions into a backpack, stolen the only other boat on the island and set sail for destinations unknown.
In her note to Trudy, which her Mother had helpfully read aloud to anyone who would stop long enough to listen, Brady had listed '...wanting to know, what was on the other side of the ocean...' as her main motivation for leaving.
When she returned fifteen months later it had been with a bag full of Polaroids, a tan, and a curly haired toddler called Mia.
Brady still stubbornly refused to confirm of deny if Mia was actually her child, however Alex held the suspicion that she wasn't.
"I want to be a mid-wife, a male one, obviously." Repeating his long held ambition out into the wider world once again, reminded Alex of the several shades of red, and then purple, his Father had turned when he'd first announced his decision.
"I bet Lex, loved that." Brady snorts.
Alex doesn't bother to respond, he's completely at peace with the knowledge that he's not the version of the son his Father ever hoped for, but that's alright because his sister Violet is. She can out drink, out fight, out spit, and swear, anyone on the island, she terrifies most of the boys in their class.
Alex turns his head, the tips of their noses meet, she exhales, and he feels the warm heat of her breath across his face.
Her wide blue eyes blink back at him.
The late night, early morning chill catches a ringlet of her long golden hair, sending a strand cascading across her freckled cheek.
Brady reaches for his hand, catching his fingers.
"Would you, come travelling with me?" Alex is surprised by the sound of his own question.
He hears Brady laugh.
His face must betray him, because her laughter quickly fades, replaced with a sweet smile.
"In a few years, you won't remember ever asking me that." One of the things Alex likes most about Brady is her honesty, sometimes brutal, but always truthful, she doesn't make any space for artifice in her world.
He knows that's not true.
Silently he stares, transfixed at the shadow of their linked hands against the sky.
As if reading his mind Brady says...
"Don't make this any more than it is. We have fun, don't we?"
Fun, Alex sits up suddenly, reaching for his for the worn tan leather of his satchel, from the insides he pulls a battered looking metal flask.
"What's that?" Brady enquires intrigued.
Resting the warm flask between his legs Alex slips off the cap, pouring the steaming liquid into the top, her passes it to Brady.
Sniffing rather cautiously at the potent brew, she arches on eyebrow asking...
"Nutmeg tea?" Her face contorts into a slightly confused frown.
Alex smiles.
"You know," He's certain that she doesn't. Deftly he slips the cap out of her grasp, taking a long sip of the dark, fragrant liquid.
"...if you brew up enough nutmeg, it can act as a hallucinogen."
Her eyes widen slightly, it doesn't take her long to catch his drift.
"No, I didn't." She admits.
Refilling the cap, he holds it out for her. Gleefully Brady accepts it with a rueful grin.