POI fic: Acclimatization
POI fic - Acclimatization
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Narnia crossover #2
A light sleeper by training and inclination, John awoke as soon as he felt the slight shift in the bed. He forced his eyes open to meet the beady gaze of an overlarge chipmunk. Taking that as his cue, the chipmunk began to eagerly regale John with the latest gossip since he said good night to John just a few hours before. John groaned quietly - castles, magic, talking animals - when had he become a Disney princess?
Listening to his chattering servant with half an ear, John stumbled over to eat a light breakfast before getting ready for the day. Fruit and oatmeal; no bacon and eggs here. In fact, John found himself becoming something of a vegetarian as otherwise he felt a little like a cannibal.
Slightly more awake (God he missed coffee) he followed the eager chipmunk down the hall to Finch’s room. Finch was up and dressed, had a cup of tea in hand and was rapidly dictating a list of actions for the day to his assistant, who happened to be a griffin. Granted, Finch and the griffin shared a love of books, but John couldn’t help feeling somewhat slighted by his less impressive servant. It was hard to look badass with a fluffy animal perched on your shoulder. (In truth, Finch had assigned John the little critter knowing John would fall victim to his cuteness, unable to protest when he bossed him around. The chipmunk was also an excellent source of intel and Finch had a great respect for that)
Finally able to pry Finch away, John prodded him along down to a small courtyard for their morning exercise routine. Finch’s injuries might have been miraculously healed, but the effects of having his movements restricted for so long had remained. John was determined to help Finch regain his muscle tone and physical fitness.
Some of the guards assigned to Finch were already present in the courtyard waiting. At first the natives had been bemused by the calisthenics. Their quiet snickering had ceased when John had demonstrated for them his hand-to-hand techniques. Now he included the guards in their morning exercises. It was a good way to bond and to get to know the men under his command. Those who merited special instruction (i.e., those who pissed John off) got to attend the afternoon yoga session.
But John didn’t neglect his own training. It was much like what he had gone through back when he enlisted, although now some of his instructors had four legs instead of two. He wasn’t too good with sword or bow. He was OK with crossbow, his sniper skills with a rifle aiding him there. Fortunately, he was as deadly with knives here as before. He knew a little fencing, and surprisingly enough Finch did as well. Reese had fenced for novelty and Finch for nostalgia. So in addition to jogging together they added occasional fencing bouts to their exercise routine.
When not in training John would accompany Finch to his many meetings, quietly absorbing what went on. John strived to learn as much as he could as quickly as possible. He hadn’t understood much of the update the people here had given their “Prince Harold.” The names, places, and peoples were all unfamiliar to John. But one thing he had grasped: the threat to Harold’s life might still exist, as it was uncertain if all of the traitors had been rooted out. So if Finch thought Reese was sticking so close because of uncertainty with his new environment, let him. He could be unreasonably stubborn, especially when his pride was involved. John on the other hand could easily sacrifice his pride if it meant he could better keep an eye on his friend.. In a world of unknowns he wouldn’t trust Finch’s safety to anyone else; heck, he wouldn’t have done that in his own world.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Narnia crossover #2
A light sleeper by training and inclination, John awoke as soon as he felt the slight shift in the bed. He forced his eyes open to meet the beady gaze of an overlarge chipmunk. Taking that as his cue, the chipmunk began to eagerly regale John with the latest gossip since he said good night to John just a few hours before. John groaned quietly - castles, magic, talking animals - when had he become a Disney princess?
Listening to his chattering servant with half an ear, John stumbled over to eat a light breakfast before getting ready for the day. Fruit and oatmeal; no bacon and eggs here. In fact, John found himself becoming something of a vegetarian as otherwise he felt a little like a cannibal.
Slightly more awake (God he missed coffee) he followed the eager chipmunk down the hall to Finch’s room. Finch was up and dressed, had a cup of tea in hand and was rapidly dictating a list of actions for the day to his assistant, who happened to be a griffin. Granted, Finch and the griffin shared a love of books, but John couldn’t help feeling somewhat slighted by his less impressive servant. It was hard to look badass with a fluffy animal perched on your shoulder. (In truth, Finch had assigned John the little critter knowing John would fall victim to his cuteness, unable to protest when he bossed him around. The chipmunk was also an excellent source of intel and Finch had a great respect for that)
Finally able to pry Finch away, John prodded him along down to a small courtyard for their morning exercise routine. Finch’s injuries might have been miraculously healed, but the effects of having his movements restricted for so long had remained. John was determined to help Finch regain his muscle tone and physical fitness.
Some of the guards assigned to Finch were already present in the courtyard waiting. At first the natives had been bemused by the calisthenics. Their quiet snickering had ceased when John had demonstrated for them his hand-to-hand techniques. Now he included the guards in their morning exercises. It was a good way to bond and to get to know the men under his command. Those who merited special instruction (i.e., those who pissed John off) got to attend the afternoon yoga session.
But John didn’t neglect his own training. It was much like what he had gone through back when he enlisted, although now some of his instructors had four legs instead of two. He wasn’t too good with sword or bow. He was OK with crossbow, his sniper skills with a rifle aiding him there. Fortunately, he was as deadly with knives here as before. He knew a little fencing, and surprisingly enough Finch did as well. Reese had fenced for novelty and Finch for nostalgia. So in addition to jogging together they added occasional fencing bouts to their exercise routine.
When not in training John would accompany Finch to his many meetings, quietly absorbing what went on. John strived to learn as much as he could as quickly as possible. He hadn’t understood much of the update the people here had given their “Prince Harold.” The names, places, and peoples were all unfamiliar to John. But one thing he had grasped: the threat to Harold’s life might still exist, as it was uncertain if all of the traitors had been rooted out. So if Finch thought Reese was sticking so close because of uncertainty with his new environment, let him. He could be unreasonably stubborn, especially when his pride was involved. John on the other hand could easily sacrifice his pride if it meant he could better keep an eye on his friend.. In a world of unknowns he wouldn’t trust Finch’s safety to anyone else; heck, he wouldn’t have done that in his own world.