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cheswirls · 4 years

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a continuation of this.

ace helps koala unfurl the sail after tying his boat to her larger one. once they’ve moved out away from the island, he beckons sabo forward to her scrutinizing gaze.

“huh. he looks better than you, actually,” she says, a hand under her chin. she dodges neatly around ace’s elbow jab and frowns. “why’s your hair wet?”

sabo blinks, like he’d been unaware of this. to be fair, it had dried considerably in the sunlight. he reaches up to roll a strand between his fingertips. “chemical tank,” he mentions lightly, after sparing koala another look. she quickly drops the subject.

“i’m koala.” she holds out a hand and sabo takes it. “and you are?”

“system of acute biowarfare organics,” he recites. ace screws up his face and sabo blinks after catching sight of it. “you can just call me sabo,” he tells koala.

“no wait, back up.” she frowns. “that sounds . . what does that mean?”

“my blood is poisonous,” he tells her. she quickly drops his hand.

“oh.” her voice grows faint. “i see.” she turns to ace next. “you didn’t tell me your clone is a biological weapon!” she hisses.

“i didn’t know!” ace insists. “i literally just found out!”

“i told you my name earlier,” sabo says to him, brows furrowing.

ace groans. “yeah, but i didn’t ask what it meant.” i was distracted by something else.

“that’s not my fault.”

“stop being a prick!” ace snaps.

sabo blinks, and his expression grows dull. “what’s a prick?”

ace’s eyes grow wide. beside him, koala starts to laugh. “i already like him better than you,” she says, and ace sputters.

before he can reply properly, she addresses sabo again. “nice to meet you. i have a lot of questions, but i’ll save you the grief and just ask one for now. why are you a system of poisonous blood? aren’t you a human body?”

“my predecessor were the storage of acute biowarfare organics,” sabo admits. “they decided a system that could reproduce the toxin would be far better.”

koala hums. “i think dragon may forgive you, actually, if you play your cards right,” she mentions to ace.

ace crosses his arms over his chest. “that’s not why i went and got him.”

she rolls her eyes. “i know. i’m just trying to help.”

“well you’re not.”

“oh fuck off!” she turns away. “sabo, tell him that when he’s annoying you.”

“don’t listen to her!” ace snaps.

sabo’s eyes narrow. “fuck off.”

ace gasps. koala breaks into hysterics. “i definitely like him better than you!” she howls.

ace bows sharply at the waist. “i apologize for seizing an army ship for my own personal gain.”

dragon eyes him carefully, leant back in his chair. “you could have been seen.”

ace straightens out. “i made sure i wasn’t.”

“what’s his name?”

“sabo, sir.”

“what was their goal? why create him?”

“he’s some sort of biological weapon.”

dragon’s brow raises. “and he just defected willingly?”

“in all fairness, sir, he recognized their plans for him were wrong.” ace hesitates, just for a moment. “i offered him freedom. he accepted.”

dragon nods in understanding, a silent agreement passing between them. then he nods again. “i’ll forgive you if you let me analyze his blood.”

ace blinks, caught off-guard, because he hadn’t expected such an easy out.

“i do not think that is a good idea,” sabo says, later on in the day, after being introduced to dragon.

dragon’s face grows pensive. “and why not?”

“i am unsure the material you have to extract the blood is strong enough to contain it,” he confesses.

“what is strong enough, then?”

sabo shrugs. he’d seen ace do it in lieu of an answer earlier. dragon seems to accept it.

“hm.” dragon turns to ace. “looks like you’re not off the hook.”

ah. great.

“so, this is my room.” ace gestures to the near-empty space, then drops his arm with little effort. “our room, now, i guess. uh.” he sighs. “you can take the bed. i probably won’t be back in until morning.” it takes effort to contain his next sigh, and he moves further into the room to allow sabo better access.

the blond walks in slowly, examining everything in the room even when that means very little. ace doesn’t spend a lot of time here, anyway. it’s very impersonal. he moves over to the small dresser while sabo looks around.

“you should take a shower,” he mumbles. “i’ll lend you some clothes.”

“are we the same size?” sabo asks, the first thing he’s said since they left dragon’s office. ace turns his head over his shoulder to look at him.

“i’d be very surprised if we weren’t.” his tone borders on deadpan, but sabo either doesn’t get it or doesn’t let it affect him.

“surely we have different builds,” he insists, though the emotion in his voice is lackluster. “i haven’t been alive for very long, and i certainly haven’t kept the same schedule as you.”

ace shrugs, turns back to the drawer, and hurriedly pulls out a white nightshirt. “it’ll be fine. we’re at least the same height.” he closes the door and hands sabo a stack of clothes consisting of the button-down, socks, underwear, and an older pair of sweats. he’s careful to avoid skin contact, even if he knows sabo doesn’t have any open cuts, or any cuts at all. his blood is perfectly inside his body, where it should be, but the conversation with dragon still has him on edge. “do you need help showering?”

sabo looks at him oddly. “no. i’ve done it before.”

“that was a joke,” ace says too fast. he’s actually mildly surprised sabo was subjected to that.

as if guessing his thoughts, sabo’s fingers squeeze on the clothing and he opens his mouth. “they needed to make sure i could be delicate enough to function. my body is a container, more than anything.”

ace waves him off. “really, it’s okay. you don’t have to explain. look, the shower’s through here.” he spins on his heel and opens a door in the middle of the far wall. “i share it with kohza, next door, so just remember to unlock this when you leave,” ace tells him, locking the other door as he does.

“unlock the door,” sabo echoes. “got it.” he settles the clothes on the small counter, then fumbles with the clasp of the cloak. ace purses his lips and steps back through to the bedroom. sabo reminds ace so much of . . of him that he can’t stand it.

even more so when he turns back to shut the door, sabo’s eyes wide and innocent and curious on him, just like a certain little boy he used to-

“i’ll be back,” ace chokes out, forcing down that thought immediately. “go to sleep, if you can. i’ll be here in the morning.”

he doesn’t give sabo time to reply, fleeing the room in a hurry.

“i thought i would find you in here,” conis says drily, opening the door further, and ace blinks rapidly as his eyes adjust to the bright light from the hallway. lucky for him, conis slips into the room fully and casts it back into its lamp-lit glory.

ace frowns, registering her words, and turns back to his scrolls. “guess word gets around fast,” he mutters. “well, feel free to take my place.”

“reorganizing the archives doesn’t sound nearly as interesting as reading through the materials,” conis retaliates, waving a hand dismissively. still, she comes to sit at a close distance, mindful of the scrolls scattered between them. and on the floor. and on the tables. and overflowing the shelves. one would think it would be quite useful to have an archive room that was perfectly organized, especially for the delicate work they performed. and it had been, at one point. but then an earthquake had sent the room to ruin, and between this and that, there just hadn’t been anyone free to straighten it up.

until ace. lucky him.

“che,” ace ticks, setting a scroll to the side. “why are you here, then? come to keep me entertained?”

“you look alike.”

ace stills his hands. “you saw him?”

“i saw you two together, earlier. it shocked me a little bit, because when i heard you had a clone, i was expecting a carbon copy.”

“me too,” ace admits. he forces himself to relax, dropping his shoulders, tension bleeding from his arms entirely. he looks up at conis, and her pale hair and fair complexion remind him of an earlier train of thought. he’s careful as he voices it. “i think it still is, genetically. it took me a bit to realize, but i think they pulled on my recessive genes. that, or his pigment mutated in response to-”

ace cuts himself off, mouth still open, and zones out, eyes unfocusing. dragon hadn’t said to keep it a secret, and koala already knew, and koala was friends with conis. ace trusted conis, too, but information like sabo’s blood being toxic and nearly uncontainable was sensitive, and he suddenly wasn’t sure how willing he was to share. sabo just got here, after all. it wouldn’t do to have everyone afraid of him.

“hm,” he settles. “anyway, even though he doesn’t look exactly like me, he’s not a version that would have been impossible, either.”

he’d thought about that a lot, sailing back. sabo had his mom’s blonde hair, and her bright eyes, and her lighter skin. as much as he loathed to admit it, ace really did resemble his father far more. looking at sabo was almost like looking at a mirror complexion of what he could’ve been. really, if it weren’t for their shared dna -and, like, exact, too. he wasn’t ace’s clone for nothing- they still looked startlingly similar enough to pass as brothers-

ace feels a sudden, deep pang in his heart and he’s so glad conis picks this moment to speak up again.

“dragon isn’t as upset as he seems, about you going,” she tells him, and, ah, she must pick up on the subtle way ace’s face changes, because ace knows she wants to ask more, but she’s moved on to another topic instead. this is why he likes conis.

ace gestures around the room. “you sure? i’ll be here all night.”

“he was concerned about someone finding out you’re alive. he doesn’t mean to keep you under lock and key, ace.” conis reaches out, realizes the scrolls are still between them, and forfeits the motion. “i think he’s excited, if anything.” there’s a gleam in her eyes, when ace turns to look. “like it or not, you stole something important from them. things are going to develop. rapidly.”

“is it stealing if he went willingly?”

“to them it will be. not my point, ace, listen.”

this time she leans forward to place a hand on ace’s shoulder, closing the distance enough to stare into his eyes. “you’re the one who brought him here,” she reminds him. “now you have to be ready to accept the consequences.”

ace swallows, the words daunting. he is sure she means more than the punishment he’s enduring for having gone off on his own.

#writing #saboace #op #i cant believe its been a year since i wrote for this #that seems unreal #ig it goes to show how much 2020 has sucked #i had almost all of this written last year actually #was waiting to finish a scene #but decided ah fuck it ill do it in the next one #did NOT think it would take this long oops #anyway heres this au again #its rly not sa and yet i tagged the first one so #idk. idk #should i have an au tag?#this isnt ending anytime soon #i say as i post this one a year after the first aohfgs #guess ill decide next time #the clone au

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wackygoofball · 6 years

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Moodboard: Jaime x Brienne - Jurassic Park AU

“Did you forget? We are going on a class trip today, Brienne.”

“You did not mention that to me as far as I remember.”

“Well, we are going. And it’s a school trip, so I can’t really skip it, can I?”

“Certainly not,” Brienne agrees, getting up to grab the car keys. Life has vastly changed for the young woman ever since she became the legal guardian for Arya Stark, after her parents and her older brother alongside his wife died in a tragic accident. In fact, Brienne was quite set on pursuing her military career in the Marine Corps, but when news reached her that Cat had passed away and meant to entrust her youngest daughter into her care, Brienne knew that her plans were about to change.

Though Arya has since tested Brienne’s devotion. The girl does not enjoy the new living conditions. Brienne accounts that to her grief foremost, which is why she lets some of those things slide, regardless of the fact that she demands discipline otherwise, something inherent in a former Marine Corps Colonel. However, there are limits to that for Brienne, and she will do whatever it takes to ensure that Arya settles in, into her new life in King’s Landing, and as her foster child, to her own conditions.

And so, Brienne drops the dark-haired girl off to drive to work, unaware that Arya has her very own plans. The Stark girl has done her research on this ominous Valyrian Park set in Old Valyria, which is still under construction. A former employee uploaded a video to YouTrident that he could take before he was thrown out. While the video has long since been taken down, the girl remembers every image in detail as she keeps replaying her file copy over and over again, stopping at one part of the video every time, the one thing that matters: Nymeria.

While Arya is still unclear about how the direwolf ended up in Old Valyria, she is determined to get her back now that she know where to find her. After she lost her parents and big brother already, Arya is determined to have Nymeria back in her life. She once owned the direwolf, but then she had to let her walk free when it was demanded that the animal be put down because Nymeria had bitten this asshole Joffrey Baratheon after he had beaten around Arya’s friend Mycah. But of that one thing Arya was certain after she saw the video: Nymeria has truly thrived since they parted ways, and now stands as tall as about thrice the size she was by the time Arya set her free.

Thus, the class trip of her stupid archaeology class came up just at the right moment. While the others have their dear fun at the museum by the docks, Arya slips away and onto the ship she knows will depart to Valyria to bring supplies there. Hidden away in the storage rooms, and equipped with enough food and drink to make it back, the girl wants to make it all the way to Valyrian Park, determined to get into the habitat to find her direwolf.

She will not lose just one more family member, she will make sure of it.

Back in King’s Landing, Brienne receives the one phone call she was about as little prepared for as she was for when she was informed of Cat’s demise: Arya’s teacher, already lost in tears, tells her that her foster child disappeared without a trace, that police is looking for her, but that she hasn’t been found yet.

Brienne, in an effort to find out to where the girl may have headed, goes into Arya’s room and starts to go through her things. She eventually finds a downloaded video file on the girl’s computer, depicting what Brienne knows at once to be Arya’s most treasured pet she had to give away before she came to King’s Landing.

“Couldn’t you talk to me first before running off to find Nymeria?” Brienne sighs, but she takes some solace in having a first clue about to where the girl likely headed: Valyrian Park.

Whatever that place is.

“Time to call in some favors, then.”

Elsewhere in the capitol, Jaime Lannister receives a sudden call from his brother Tyrion whom he hasn’t seen in years after the dwarfish man relocated to Essos to work for Daenerys Targaryen.

“What would you want?” Jaime asks with a grin. “I thought you are far too busy with your secretive life elsewhere to bother about your old brother rotting away back home.”

“Remember when I said to you that the work I do here in Essos is so very top secret that I could never possibly tell you about it because it is so, so, so very highly classified as super top secret?”

“You may have bragged about it a good dozen times. Why?” Jaime answers, sensing the distress in his brother’s voice.

And that can never mean any good.

“Uhm, well, something in that very secret project may have happened that may or may not require your professional input.”

“Tyrion, just say what is going on.”

“We seemingly had an intruder in the habitat of the facility,” the younger man answers.

“Habitat? You will have to be a bit more specific here, brother,” Jaime huffs.

“I can’t pass on specific information over the phone,” Tyrion insists.

“If there is a security problem you have at your precious secret hideout, you should call the security personnel and let them handle the matter instead of hoping for me to hop on a plane and get there,” Jaime advises him, already growing annoyed.

“It’s not about someone who entered our facility… I mean, it is in a way, but it is about finding that person again. You have the capacities to track that intruder down, as the best pathfinder the Army has ever had in its services. If someone can track that intruder down, it is you. And we need your help presently before… something happens,” Tyrion tells him.

“You may also recall that I had to leave the Army after my hand injury. I am not really the most able man anymore, quite literally so,” Jaime argues, looking back down on his right hand in a splint that he knows he won’t ever take off for long because that is the one thing that lets him use that hand in some way, at least.

“Lives are on the line, Jaime.”

The older man closes his eyes. “… Then book me a flight as soon as you can. But I make no guarantees.”

“Thank you so, so, so much.”

“And I will demand all information once I get there,” Jaime adds.

“I promise.”

“I will see you there.”

“Bye.”

Tyrion hangs up after that, feeling slightly relieved that he is getting help from someone he knows is very capable of doing his job. The young man is just about to get started on putting together a report for his brother, when suddenly, his phone rings, displaying a number that is not one of the few the department handed out to the staff. Tyrion frowns. No one should have that number other than employers and employees of Valyrian Park. Hesitantly, he takes the call. “Hello?”

“The name is Brienne of Tarth, Colonel of the Westeros Marine Corps. Do I speak to… Mr. Tyrion Lannister?” a young woman’s voice rings out, leaving no doubt in Tyrion’s mind that this lady is not up for fun of any kind.

“Yes, but how do you have that number? No one is supposed to…,” Tyrion means to say, but the woman cuts him off sharply, “I have influential friends and called in some favors from the military who helped you set up your park across the Narrow Sea. But that is not the matter. The matter is that I think you and I share in the same problem, namely that you currently host a girl at Valyrian Park who should have no business there, even more so because you should have security in place to prevent a young girl from stealing on a ship to make it all the way to your facility across the Narrow Sea. Am I correct in that assessment, Mr. Lannister?”

“Well, that is a complicated matter…,” Tyrion wants to say, but Brienne is not having any of it, “This is a yes or no question, sir. Is she in Old Valyria?”

“… Yes.”

“Do you have her there right now so I can speak to her? Or do I have to call in more favors to file a lawsuit against you for keeping this information from law enforcement over in Westeros who are still looking for the girl?” Brienne threatens him, because she cannot believe that they would not call her at once if they have knowledge that Arya is there.

“No, no lawsuit necessary. We have her on camera… only, though,” Tyrion tells her.

“So she is not…,” Brienne mutters, and Tyrion confirms. “She stole into the habitat. We sent security out to get her, but we have lost her yesterday. Steps have since been taken to send a rescue team, Ms. Tarth. When we noticed her presence with our heat-sensitive cameras, one of our test subjects destroyed the camera, and by the time the system was back up, the intruder… the girl was gone.”

“Has the rescue team since left to search for her?” Brienne asks, trying to keep her calm, though her heart is almost beating out of her chest. She is supposed to protect Arya, and now this.

“No, we are still putting together a team as we speak,” Tyrion replies.

“Then that should give me enough time to get to Old Valyria to join said team,” Brienne says with determination.

Tyrion’s eyes widen at that. “What? No, Ms. Tarth. Rest assured that we will handle the matter.”

“I won’t rest assured until Arya is back with me. I will come to Valyrian Park, this way or the other. You can only decide on the mood I will be in by the time I will set foot on Old Valyria, Mr. Lannister. So you either get me on a plane or I will come to you, even more pissed than I am by virtue of you having kept it from federal government and thus from me for a whole day that a young girl wanders around your habitat, whatever it may hold as test subjects.”

Tyrion licks his lips. No, that woman is definitely not up for games of any kind. “Well… there may be a free spot on the private jet meant to go to Valyria tomorrow morning.”

“Then I will be on that private jet. I will expect a full report once I arrive.”

“Curiously, I heard that same sentence today already,” Tyrion laughs nervously.

“Good day, Mr. Lannister.”

“Good day, Ms. Tarth.”

With that, the young woman hangs up. Brienne takes a moment to gather herself before setting out to the task of packing her gear. Because of that she is certain, whatever is in this habitat means no good. She has seen Nymeria in that video, and if something else that size roams around the habitat, Brienne must get to Arya out of there as soon as possible.

Because there is nothing more hateful than failing to protect the ones you love.

On the next day, Brienne is one of the first to arrive at the port from which they are supposed to take the private jet to Old Valyria, but she is ever the more surprised when she hears that they have to wait for another passenger. Though thankfully, the man arrives before Brienne can knock the pilot over to take the jet herself, because she just has to get to Arya, no matter the costs.

“Good day… are you my flight attendant? How convenient of my brother to think about that,” the man chimes.

“I am going to Valyrian Park to join a rescue team. And what are you doing here?” she wants to know.

“Coincidentally, the same,” he says with a grin, holding out his hand to her. “Jaime Lannister.”

Brienne narrows her eyes at him, but then takes his hand. “Brienne of Tarth. So you must be Mr. Lannister’s brother, I’d assume.”

“He is the brains, I am the muscles, but yeah,” Jaime confirms.

“It makes no difference now anyway. We should get going.”

“Agreed.”

And so, the jet takes off to bring them to Old Valyria. After a quick exchange, Jaime has to realize that the stakes have just been raised for the mission, because it turns out that the intruder is not just some thug who stole shiny lab material, but apparently a young girl lost in the middle of a habitat that may very well inhabit very dangerous animals, something he can confirm himself after Brienne shows him the video she uploaded to her phone before departing.

Tyrion will suffer for keeping that from me. I will smack him all the way into the last century.

Once they arrive at the airport, they are greeted by Tyrion and Daenerys Targaryen, the founder of Valyrian Park.

“So you are responsible for endangering children?” Brienne spats once they get off the plane.

“I am preserving endangered species, Ms. Tarth,” Ms. Targaryen answers.

“Well, maybe a dark-haired girl is not special enough to you, but Arya is to me,” Brienne scoffs through narrowed eyes.

“Ladies, ladies, please,” Tyrion interrupts, holding up his hands. “We all came here for the same purpose, which is to find the girl, Arya, I mean. So we should not waste our time arguing, but setting out to work.”

“Agreed,” Brienne says, nodding her head.

They proceed into the headquarters, where they meet Ms. Targaryen’s right-hand man Jorah Mormont. Together, they go around a small tour within the facility, since Tyrion insists that one has to see it in order to understand it. As it turns out, Daenerys hired Tyrion to aid her in reviving literal dragons from three ancient eggs that have been in her family’s possession for many generations. She has long since dreamed about “hatching” them, but a special procedure was needed to awake them from the stone. Tyrion has since succeeded in extracting the DNA from the eggs to breed hybrid dragons by mixing that DNA with those of reptiles, in the hope to eventually breed back to the ancient dragons that died out and disappeared from the face of the earth. Ms. Targaryen bears the personal hope to not only breed back dragons in general, but also to revive the three dragons from the stone, once they have obtained enough data from their hybrids.

“If everything goes according to plan, dragons will become part of nature again, as they once were. In Valyrian Park, they can thrive because that is their natural habitat. And children and adults alike will get to see dragons fly again,” Daenerys explains.

“And get some big money into your pockets, I’d assume,” Jaime huffs.

“You need money to run a business, Mr. Lannister. But our purpose is greater than tourism. It is to bring to life a species that did not deserve to die out just because people deemed it too dangerous. Here, we can now create the conditions to let the dragons thrive, but within limits,” Ms. Targaryen insists. “They are not the monsters they were made out to be. They just need a place to stay, and that should be the place from where they came. That is here. This is their home.”

“And you seem to have done a great job setting those limits, considering that it took just one little girl to get through them all,” Jaime snorts.

“The park was not meant to be opened up to the public until much later. The girl intruded, and yes, that was a failure in our security system, but frankly, we didn’t think that a girl would go such lengths only to steal into the habitat,” Daenerys fires back.

“Do you sincerely want to blame Arya for that? You are breeding weapons of mass destruction in small here,” Jaime scoffs, for which Brienne is thankful, because he expresses her very sentiment. “I tend to think that evolution happens for a reason, Ms. Targaryen, and the dragons had their shot… and lost.”

“And that is a misconception, Mr. Lannister. Because dragons did not just disappear because they failed to adapt, they were forced into submission. Humans made them disappear from the face of earth by trying to control them. That was not natural selection, not evolution. It was human-made destruction. And I just mean to give back to the species what we as humanity have taken away from them,” Daenerys insists. “I am righting a wrong.”

“Which has me wondering whether you care more about some gigantic lizards or… humans,” Jaime huffs, turning to Tyrion with an all-saying look of disapproval.

“One can care about both,” the young woman with silver-blonde hair insists.

“I am not too sure about that,” Jaime huffs.

“If you allowed,” Jorah interrupts. “I would suggest that I will go with you and the remains of the team into the habitat to find the girl and bring her to safety.”

“We will come with to the border.”

“But Ms. Targaryen,” Jorah mutters.

“I insist.”

“As you will. Now come. We have no time to lose.”

“This is the second smart thing I heard someone of you say today, which is not a good statistic, I may add,” Jaime scoffs as they head to the boats which are meant to take them to the habitat.

However, once they arrive there, it doesn’t take them long to notice that something is wrong. Some of the cages are broken through or otherwise damaged.

“How did they get through that?”

“Because dragons can breathe fire and fire melts steel,” Jaime comments as he inspects the fences. “Seems like your breeding back goes faster than you thought.”

They are interrupted by the growl of an animal about ten times their size, and hungry for a snack.

“So now, everyone gets back into the boat. I will go looking for the girl. And you two especially would do best staying around the bear guy here, because he knows his training and may be able to prevent your personal WMDs from barbecuing us all. Great theme park idea, I must say!”

“I am going with you,” Brienne insists.

“I can handle it alone.”

“I am not going back. Arya is out there. I vowed to find her. And so I will, whether you want to or not.”

“Fine then!”

Jaime realizes that Brienne won’t budge, so they quickly disappear into the woods before the dragon can get to them. Jorah takes Daenerys and Tyrion back out with the boat, in the hope that the hybrids they know are in the ocean were not yet alerted to their presence.

The two soldiers proceed into the deeper parts of the habitat in search for Arya. Thankfully, they are a surprisingly good team, since both have expertise in fighting and surviving in dangerous environments. Though certainly, neither Army nor Marines prepared them for fending off live dragons.

And so, the two race to find the girl amidst the habitat who is busy chasing her direwolf rather than getting back home, only to find out that the danger coming from the dragon hybrids may be far greater than firstly estimated, considering that they have since learned and adapted to their habitat with any intention to break free and seek out other places than Old Valyria, much in contrast to what Ms. Targaryen had originally in mind for them.

Jaime and Brienne thus find themselves in dire danger, which forces two soldiers struggling not just for survival but also their own personal demons far closer together than either one would ever dare to anticipate.

And it has yet to be determined who is going to win this fight of survival of the fittest…

Additional Image Sources: Jurassic Park Trilogy (1993, 1997, 2001), Jurassic World (2015).

#jaime x brienne #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #game of thrones #got moodboard #got aesthetic #moodboard #aesthetic #wacky tries gimp #wacky writes fanfic #in smol #ficlet #jurassic park au #braime

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spectrumscribe · 6 years

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exhaust trails through space.

commissioned by @stasispunk, some good old 2012 TMNT b-team shenanigans and bonding. in space!!

contains some themes similar to my fic These Days, so be aware. but not nearly as severe, since it’s mostly fluffy things.

AO3 version.

It’s not bad, in their home. It’s not. But sometimes it’s just… not good.

It’s not one person’s fault, and it’s not everyone’s fault, either. They’re not the most functional people in the world, even if they were counted as ‘people’ by the greater majority of planet earth. They all have problems, and bad nights, and moments where they just fuck up a situation that could have gone better. And they’re trying, honest, to make it work even with just each other and their friends to lean on for support.

Mikey knows all that, but it still sucks sometimes. Maybe a lot of the time, when rough patches pop up and take root. Sometimes things just suck and that’s a fact about his family’s life.

Doesn’t make it any easier, when it’s the third week in a row where hardly anyone has had what they could call a ‘good night’, and it’s the umpteenth fight about something stupid. The chores today, training yesterday, and attitude the day before that…

It’s always something, and it feels like one or more of them are always mad about it. Some nights it’s easy as avoiding that brother, and some nights it’s not.

Some nights its itchy, bitter frustration building in Mikey’s throat and a lot of words coming out that really shouldn’t. Some nights its Raph saying words just like Mikey’s, and both of their voices climbing higher to be heard over the other. Tonight it’s that, with the additional noise of Leo and Donnie telling both of them to shut up and let it just drop already, and Raph finally losing his temper to the point it gets physical.

They’ve all had it a hundred times worse, but a rough shove backwards, enough Mikey has to really pay attention so he doesn’t fall over, is a real pain in the neck to deal with. Enough that it’s one of the nights he doesn’t back down at that, and instead shoves right back.

Raph makes an angry snarl for the blow, and punches Mikey’s shoulder hard enough it’ll probably bruise. That’s when Leo and Donnie pull them apart, dividing them into B-team and A-team once again.

There’s a lot of yelling and not-yelling going on, and Mikey’s shoulder is smarting as much as his pride is, and all he catches is-

“Mikey, you apologize, and then we can all just put this behind us-”

“Excuse me, you want him to apologize? For not wanting to pick up Raph’s dishes?”

“Raph already did the sweeping today, it wasn’t that big of a deal for him to ask Mikey-”

“Raph can clean up his own shit, oh my god. Expecting other people to always do that for him is frankly ridiculous-”

“It isn’t always-”

“It sure feels like it!”

“Donnie.”

“Leo.”

And after a moment of glaring, Mikey suddenly finds himself being dragged out of the room as Donnie throws over his shoulder, “You know what? Fuck both of you.”

Leo tries to call after them. “Donnie-”

“No! Piss off, Leo!”

Just like that, Mikey finds himself in his brother’s lab, and the doors being slammed behind them. He rubs his sore shoulder absently while Donnie paces, muttering and cursing and being generally upset.

“I cannot believe- you know what, no, no I can believe he’d think that was okay. Like Raph wasn’t the first one to make things physical, like always-”

Donnie slams his hands on a table, facing Mikey from the other side of it.

“I am so sick of their bullshit,” he says.

Mikey rubs his shoulder a little more, massaging the forming bruise. “Same,” he replies.

Donnie walks away from his table, pacing a bit more, and then rounds to look Mikey dead in the eye.

“We need a god damn vacation,” Donnie states.

Mikey thinks about that. They actually… haven’t ever taken one of those?

“Not many places to go when you’re a turtle, Dee,” he points out, which is one of the reasons why they’ve never done that.

Donnie mutters grudgingly that that’s true. Then he snaps his fingers and says, “But in space, we can go anywhere!”

Mikey tilts his head.

That’s… very true. He says so, then adding with a slight are you kidding me tone, “And how are we supposed to get up there, genius?”

Donnie pulls out his t-phone, tapping away on the screen.

“Bishop owes me a few favors at least, considering how much we’ve helped them out in the past. Plus, I walked him through how to set up Netflix across dimensional planes. Three hours of that definitely warrants a spaceship loan.”

---

It takes less time than Mikey would have thought to have a ship.

No longer than half a night, and a ship is ready for them to fly into the stratosphere. Brought straight from the remaining reserves of the Kraang armada, now the Utrom armada; basically with Mikey and Donnie’s name on it.

They pack their bags and weapons. It takes shorter than ten minutes, what with how much practice of having to grab essentials and just go they’ve had. Years of life or death situations are good for something.

Once they have everything together- and have made sure April will come and take care of ICK, because Mikey couldn’t ever leave without making sure his cat would be cared for properly- they stand in the technical living room of their home and announce,

“We’re going to space,” Mikey says proudly, and maybe a lot smugly. “See you guys in a few weeks.”

“What,” Leo says, staring at them.

“April will keep an eye on ice cream kitty,” Donnie assures. “so don’t bother feeding her at all.”

“What,” Raph says, also staring.

“Stay out of the lab,” Donnie says.

“And my room,” Mikey says.

“What?” Their brothers say.

“See you!” Mikey cheers, and absconds with Donnie before anyone can stop them.

---

For Donnie, laying his hands on the controls of the formerly Kraang ship is a clean breath inwards. Bringing it online, activating it’s cloaking, and taking off from the ground of the military compound is literally like flying.

The stratosphere rushes to meet them, and Donnie finds himself grinning as the blue of earth fades from the viewpoint. Only endless stars and space ahead of them, an entire universe full of options.

Donnie glances to his side, where he finds Mikey. His brother beaming at the smears of starlight all around them, so excited he’s nearly jittering.

Mikey glances up at him, and Donnie finds his own mouth copying the wide excited smile. Already this trip is an improvement. Mikey barely seems to be feeling the bruise on his shoulder, and Donnie hasn’t found himself thinking about certain arguments in over a half hour.

Their phones are now thoroughly out of range with earth, and they’ve got all the time in the world to explore to their hearts content. Now the only question is…

Where will they go first?

---

They find out unfortunately quick that Kraang are not welcome. Literally anywhere.

After the fifth misunderstanding, and subsequent terror/grudge inspired firefight, Donnie announces they’ll be getting a new ship. Because getting shot at every two hours is the opposite of a vacation.

“But we have zero space dollars, dude,” Mikey points out as they pull into a space dock, planetside of a well populated area and after haggling the local law enforcers into believing that no, they are not a lone Kraang ship here to wage short and stupid war on a tourist planet.

“Weeellll….” Donnie says slowly as they pack up their meager possessions. “We can get an okay price for ship scrap, so that’s a start.”

“Enough for a new ship?” Mikey asks as they clip on the air conversion collars Bishop loaned them.

Donnie makes an Eh, not quite noise. Mikey looks at him for a moment, and then says, “Oh. Okay. Right off the bat?”

Donnie shrugs. “It was bound to happen eventually,” he says as he double checks all his weapons. “We’re bad at staying on people’s good side anyway, might as well do it on purpose for once.”

Seeing as this is their second time on a space voyage, and they’re older and more skilled at it now, it’s actually very easy to steal a new space ship. Sleek and small and fast, perfect for outrunning law enforcement and formerly wasted on the alien equivalent of a trust fund baby.

They then begin the 2.0 version of their vacation, adrenaline hot in their veins and somewhat maniacal laughter filling their ship as they warp away from the long arm of the law.

---

Seeing as no one is hunting their heads this time around (excluding that one quadrant where they stole their ship from), there is abruptly a list of options longer than Mikey’s whole body of what they can do. Their options have always been so limited, even the last time they’d been out here, and it makes Mikey’s head spin for a few minutes.

Best yet, there’s only Donnie here with him in the cockpit of their ship. That’s only one person to convince, and Donnie has always been easier to try that with than any of their other siblings. Donnie’s more likely to listen, as long as it’s not too stupid a suggestion.

“Theme park!” Mikey says, snapping his fingers.

“Theme park,” Donnie agrees, writing down the idea on the little holopad that came with the ship.

“Oh and, um, shit, what’s that wet one of those?”

“Waterpark?”

“Yes,” Mikey says reverently. “I wanna use an actual waterslide at least once before I die.”

“Same, honestly,” Donnie says, adding that as well.

Mikey thinks a little more, about parks, and water, and things to do with both of those. And he arrives to a suggestion that seizes him with a strong sweep of fervency.

“Beach!” Mikey yells. “OH. My god. We have to go to a beach. Everyone has to visit a beach at some point.”

He glances at Donnie, who is looking at him funny.

“What?” Mikey asks, and then feels tired trepidation that of all his suggestions, the one he wants most is the one he’ll have to fight for.

Donnie snorts, chuckling as he taps on the holopad. “Nothing, it’s just for a second there I thought you called me a bitch.”

Mikey relaxes. “Not that time,” he jokes. He leans forwards in his pilot seat, towards his brother’s. “But seriously. Beach. We have to go find a real beach. Please?”

“Way ahead of you,” Donnie says. He taps the holoscreen one more time, and a map of stars pops up on the connected ones to the controls. He grins at Mikey. “I think a beach day is an excellent way to kick things off.”

Mikey chest is full of bubbling joy, and he throws his hands up with a whoop as Donnie sends their ship speeding towards the destination.

---

Half a cycle’s voyage and twenty minutes of bickering about which spot to land on later, with brilliant blue waves crashing against the shore and golden beach that stretches for miles each way, and their air converter collars functioning just fine in the new environment,

“You should totally eat it,” Mikey says.

Donnie gives his brother an incredulous look. “It’s an unidentified alien organism on a deserted planet. I’m not going to eat it.”

“It’s an alien organism on a deserted planet that looks exactly like an earth lobster. We gotta eat it.”

Donnie gestures at the space crustacean between their feet on the sand. “It’s bright green! I’m not eating a neon green lobster from space.”

“Technically,” Mikey points out. “we’re green turtles from space, and he just lives here.”

“I’m not eating it.”

“Suit yourself.”

It’s only later, when the two suns have set and they’ve set up camp outside the ship for dinner, that Donnie looks at the lobster again. And considers.

“…that smells good,” he comments, watching Mikey crack open the shell of the lobster he’s boiled to a dark blue.

“’bout to find out if it tastes good,” Mikey replies, and takes a bite out of the pale flesh inside. Donnie waits for Mikey to keel over and the rush to find the right medicinal injection to begin, but all he gets is his brother chewing, swallowing, and saying, “Whew!”

“That’s like getting punched in the nose with flavor, oh my god,” Mikey says, wiping his nose and grinning. “Dee, you sure you don’t want in?”

Donnie looks at the dry ration bars in his hands, and his stomach rumbles as the scent of (probably) shellfish wafts past him.

“Gimme,” he finally relents. Mikey hands him one of the claws with a grin, and Donnie finds out eating lobster does in fact feel like getting punched in the nose with flavor. But it’s a good one, if a little overwhelming at first.

They polish off the lobster, and then go looking for more. Two more end up in the pot taken from the ship’s tiny kitchen, and they methodically shell them under the moonlight by their fire.

---

In stark contrast to the beach destination, Mikey lets Donnie drag him to a planet at least several centuries ahead of earth with technology, if not more.

Not exactly where he would have wanted to go next, but hey, fairs fair. This is a joint trip, and Donnie didn’t even fight with him on going to the beach. Mikey’s gotta share control of their list.

So, rather than hitting up one of the artificial planets made specifically for partying, or one that’s built all its cities in the sky, they land on one that’s long past its phase of military might and moved into intellectual ventures. Transferring their old military research into betterment of the galaxy and all that.

They pick a showcase for tourists, since that’s what they are, and it’d be a big mess for sure if they tried to sneak into the top secret research facilities (which Mikey suspects they might end up breaking into anyway, at some point).

A lot of it goes way over Mikey’s head, but he’s alright with that for the most part. A laser beam works the same either way, even when you don’t understand exactly how it blows up stuff. All that really matters is the seriously sick laser show it creates.

Donnie makes a series of needy, high pitched noises at the end of the show; eyes shining as the demonstrators move on to the more technical part of things. Opening up the interior of the machines for those in the crowd with a head for that kind of thing, while all the normal folks start moving on to the next exhibition.

Mikey glances after the crowd, hearing distantly loud speakers in the ceiling tell visitors are welcome to witness another demonstration of technology- this one an aquatic vehicle, and involving a splash zone to get caught in.

Mikey fidgets a little, because that sounds really fun, but Donnie is still enamored with the speakers on stage. He wants to leave, but also not.

Donnie notices Mikey’s wistful glances, and grimaces sheepishly.

“Sorry for making you wait, this is just really interesting,” he says, rubbing his neck and looking awkward. Then Donnie offers, “You can go on ahead if you want.”

Mikey chews on that for a moment, and then says, “Nah. I’m good. Not like we haven’t seen stuff like that before.”

It would be neat to see the aquatic car thingy- plus get splashed during the demonstration, or be quick enough to not get splashed, that’s even better- but it would be more fun to do it with Donnie, instead of on his lonesome.

They don’t have much in common that’s fun for both of them, so. Why walk away from the chance to share something? Especially something that lifts all the stress that tends to sit on Donnie’s shoulders, and makes him smile like he had when they were younger, holding his first IPad with an intact screen.

Donnie scrutinizes Mikey for a brief moment, and then gives a small smile.

“Let’s move closer to the front,” he suggests with a tinge of giddy curiosity in his voice. “I might be able to copy some of it from memory later.”

“Sure,” Mikey agrees easily. “The Shellraiser would be like, twice as cool if we gave it lasers.”

“That’s the plan,” Donnie says, a glint in his eye. Mikey grins. Cool weapons are definitely something they can agree on.

They end up staying after each demonstration to hear the what’s what of things, and Mikey’s attention definitely wanders during them, but Donnie is focused intensely enough for the both of them. It evens out.

Plus, Donnie takes Mikey to the biggest, baddest, most epic theme park of three systems right after they’re done- just on the other side of the planet, how did Mikey miss that in the brochures- and then he is far too busy trying to ride every single ride possible to care about anything else.

It’s a good vacation spot. Loud, teeming with people, a bright sun hanging over their heads- they’ve seen plenty of this stuff on television, but never actually experienced walking through halls of valuable and ingenious inventions, rarely experienced the thrill of adrenaline that didn’t come from danger and certainly never experienced being pressed into a huge crowd, hundreds of people around them and not giving a second look their way.

It’s a good spot to stop, like the quiet freedom of the beach was. Miles and miles of untouched nature, not another soul to disturb them, and an endless sea they could swim in all they wanted. Just the two of them, all on their own, and for once an easy balance struck between them.

It’s good to see the lingering exhilaration in Donnie, once they leave that planet. Mikey almost interrupts a few times, a little bored but mostly just confused by all the scientific stuff Donnie is rambling about, but then he stops for a moment and looks at the bright excited smile his brother has, and just… doesn’t want it to stop.

Like it usually does, when someone tells him enough is enough and changes the conversation topic.

So Mikey keeps his mouth shut for the most part, and gives his best at trying to understand the things Donnie goes on about. He notices after a bit that Donnie tries to include him, bringing up potential redesigns to their cars and the lair’s facilities that Mikey could get interested in.

Donnie could’ve just kept on about the more complicated stuff, but he’s actively trying to make their conversation something Mikey can contribute to- which doesn’t often happen. It’s a little clumsy, faltering here and there as Donnie backtracks to water down the jargon, but that attempt at inclusion makes Mikey smile.

---

Their ship breaks down after about seven different stops, and they have to pull over planetside to get into a repair shop. One thing leads to another, a wrench and fission torch end up in Donnie’s hands, and then he’s arm deep in the engine of their ship and drinking up every bit of information their mechanic gives him.

And there’s another three ships in the shop, all with totally different engine designs and aeronautic exteriors and Donnie wants to take every single one of them apart, haul every manual he can find into his lap, and commit the contents to his memory. He wants to spend time here even more than he did at the massive intergalactic library they visited, because tangible knowledge is even better than books.

But. That would take a few days, at least. Donnie is good, but he’s not good enough to get everything down like that in one night.

But he still desperately wants to- this is one of the nicest (and one of the very few) individuals he’s met that is willing to teach him something useful and interesting. He doesn’t want to depart before he can at least enjoy the experience.

Donnie is waiting for Mikey to start complaining about the time it’s taking to fix the ship, needle at Donnie for being a gearhead and a nerd and using up their precious vacation to learn boring stuff. But it hasn’t happened yet.

Mikey is alternating between sitting atop the ship, reading comics on the holopad, or messing around in the scrapyard surrounding the shop and traversing rusting piles of ships. He’s only stopped a few times to peer over Donnie’s shoulder, and every time Donnie expects his brother to finally start up, finally say “We’re just wasting time, come on Donnie,” he just… wanders off again.

The next time Mikey swings by, sliding down the side of the ship to hang above where Donnie is working on the engine- while their helpful and kind mechanic takes zir dinner break- Donnie chews his lip, and then asks.

“Aren’t you getting… impatient? Or something?” Donnie questions. Mikey cocks his head to the side, like a curious bird.

“No?” he says. “Why, are you?”

“No,” Donnie says, because how could he? “but… I thought maybe you’d… I dunno. Want to go do something else already?”

Mikey shrugs. “Nah. We’ve been on the go for a few days now; a rest is cool by me. ‘sides, you’re getting your nerd-on for all this- stuff,” he waves vaguely at the shop. “so I’m good to just hang out ‘til you’re done.”

“Oh,” Donnie says, blinking, taken a little aback. “You sure?”

“Sure am,” Mikey says, and clambers back up the side of the ship with a wave goodbye. Donnie is half certain his brother is going to double back, turn around with a “Gotcha!” and be kidding about what he’s said, but Mikey just jumps up into the rafters and goes exploring again.

Donnie scratches his head, but decides wondering is ultimately looking a gift horse in the mouth.

Mikey is patient the whole four days it takes for Donnie to be satisfied with his learnings, and barely fusses about anything the whole while. Donnie is a little disbelieving it’s actually happened, but largely touched for the gift of time and space.

---

Mikey gets to choose the next destination after Donnie’s binge on spaceships, and he picks a planet made of softly glowing plant life and deep, fathomless seas.

It’s the seafood, in all honesty, that draws him. Mikey can’t help it- good food, like seriously good food, is so hard to come by. He gets teased for it by his brothers, but he can’t help his passion for food. Baking and cooking comes easy to him, and getting to experience space fine cuisine isn’t something he can pass up.

They end up combing through the smaller markets, where local fishermen- literally, with their scales gleaming- show their wares. Mikey trails his hands over the fins of large exotic looking fishes, takes cautious sniffs of fruit only found on this planet, and mourns he can’t take the time to try every single item for himself.

He expects sometimes for Donnie to complain about the smell of raw meat, or maybe about the stickiness of some patches on the market road, or about wandering in aimless circles and eating things. But he doesn’t.

Mikey is still cautious though, because as much as he really, really wants to take his time, he also doesn’t want to start a fight accidentally. Not when things are going so well, and they’re getting along so easily, and Donnie is still carrying himself with content gait he only gets when he’s accomplished something that makes him happy.

Until he gets to an open cookout, Mikey manages to keep himself from getting invested in anything. It doesn’t seem so much a cook-off, but instead a gathering of locals. Sharing food, showing off skills at a grill. Family things. Mikey’s hands twitch around an imaginary knife- wanting to get in there and let his translator do its thing, let him learn what these people are all talking about to each other.

But… that would take hours, and there’s no way…

Mikey glances at Donnie, hardly keeping his feet from dragging him right towards the gathering.

Donnie looks at him, bemused.

“What are you waiting for?” Donnie asks, smiling. “Go already.”

Mikey smiles brilliantly, and does.

He spends the rest of the afternoon, then evening, and then late evening enjoying the party of food. It’s a local holiday, it turns out. A time to share food and bounty from the sea, and pay tribute to their two sided ocean goddess. The one who provides and the one who takes, they tell him over a grill, three slices of seasoned fish on it.

Mikey focuses on the providing side of things, like the rest of the participants in the communal barbeque are. Whenever he glances towards Donnie, he finds his brother relaxing comfortably to the side of things. Reading, or maybe writing, on the holopad while locals mill around his spot at one of the many tables.

Mikey slides dish after dish in front of his brother on his quest to learn all of the local cooking tricks, and he is pleasantly surprised again and again that the plates are empty when he swings by next.

They don’t leave until the last vestiges do, wandering off into the ambient glow of the town around them. Donnie doesn’t complain even once about the long wait, and for that, Mikey is more than happy to share the last of the sweetly crispy desert he made.

---

The wealth of planets they can visit never decreases, and even as they check off more and more things on their list, it never ends. Just keeps getting longer and longer, and it’s..

Incredible. The endlessness, the unlimited time, so much freedom.

After spending so many years, especially the years following their father’s death, in a world that felt too small and too crowded and just so hard to deal with some nights… it’s intoxicating in the best way.

Neither of them has felt this easily happy in years, if ever.

---

“What if we just stayed out here forever?” Donnie hears Mikey whisper, sitting on the edge of their ship’s tail while they dock for a sleep cycle. They’re taking a moment to enjoy the endless swirl of stars and planets around their rest station, and Donnie doesn’t react with surprise at the suggestion.

Because in all honesty, he’s been thinking the same thing.

“Earth is our home,” he says, because that’s true. “and we said we’d go back already. We told our family we would.”

Mikey sighs, curling over his knees and resting his chin on them. “I know,” he says. “but…”

But what if? What if they never gave up this freedom? What if they kept going forever, taking what they needed and working for what they couldn’t get, seeing the edges of the universe and going farther. Never again boxed in by anything, or anyone. Not like on earth. Not like at home.

Donnie sighs, and leans back on his palms.

“We said we would,” he says eventually, because that’s all there really is to say. They will go back, one way or another, and how could they ever really stay away? No matter what, they couldn’t ever leave their family behind. Not forever.

Mikey seems to know that fact as well as Donnie does, and sighs a second time. As the quiet pause draws out, Donnie puts an arm around his brother’s shoulders; pulling him to his side. Mikey’s arm comes to rest around Donnie’s shell, and remains there with a loose grip.

They enjoy the view until their personal atmosphere filters start to let in the cold of space, and then head inside to sleep.

---

Somewhere, after another dozen planets, they start talking. About home, about themselves. About how things are. About how they were, before war, before their father’s death, before growing up.

It’s not a bad conversation. But it’s not a good one, either. It fills up the space of their dark bedroom, laying on a large bed they’ve been sharing. Big, heavy… hard to think about…

It’s doesn’t feel good to talk about, but it doesn’t feel exactly bad, either. Feels like a long time coming, if they feel like being honest about stuff a little longer.

It’s okay, afterwards. Maybe even better.

They’re better for it.

---

They go home, after another few weeks. With a ship full of souvenirs- all theirs, all things they got because they wanted to and could- and time spent in just each other’s company, it’s… easy to go home. Easy to land the ship in one of the many warehouses that the military and the Utrom share, and disembark with all their gotten (and stolen) booty.

They feel steadier. Better connected. Things are exactly perfect per say, but its better now. They understand each other better. They feel closer for their vacation.

And like the saying says, walking back into their home is a swell of fond emotion. Space is huge and endless and full of possibilities, but this is where they grew up. Where they became who they are, for better or worse, and the feeling being enclosed in a too small space is absent.

Their brothers greet them with a range of emotions. Relief they came back- happiness they’re unharmed- upset they did this so out of the blue- kind of pissed off they didn’t invite anyone else- and ultimately resigned, but somewhat fond and amused, grievance about the whole thing.

Donnie exchanges a glance with Mikey, who grins mischievously.

“You know…” Donnie starts, interrupting the barrage of questions and thinly veiled scolding.

“Maybe you guys should try taking a vacation sometime, too,” Mikey finishes for him, and just grins at the sudden silence from their family.

Donnie puts their holopad into Leo’s hands, information on screen about the start-up sequence to the engine controls. Mikey passes Raph a physical notebook, containing info about all the places they visited.

“It’d probably do you guys a world of good,” Donnie says cheekily, and they both have to laugh at the truly baffled looks on their brother’s faces.

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I had the weirdest dream

Okay so like, I had this dream where my friends and I were characters from Steven Universe, I was peridot. So there was This really shiny thing that I had no idea what it was, and my three friends who were garnet, amethyst, and pearl were all like “this mission is too dangerous for you, stay with Lapis” and all that but I followed them from a distance. They got to the really shiny thing and then out of no where Donald Trump popped out and kidnaped them, then took the shiny thing, and left through this weird portal, so I chased him through it. Suddenly I was in New York outside Trump tower and I try to get in, but security kept tossing me out since they had this policy of no illegal aliens, like literally no illegal aliens. So I begin running down the street screaming for help and, like in all the movies about New York, the busiest city in the U.S is completely empty for the sake of making the story interesting. Eventually I just start running in circles in front of a seven eleven, and just guess who was inside that seven eleven. None other than Andrew Hussie of course, who else would it be? So He’s having some sort of meeting at this small table inside with Toby Fox and Ryan North (who is on face time, not actually there) about what they should do for some future parts of Hiveswap, you know, stuff like should they get the same guy who wrote act one to write the rest of them, director stuff like that. Now, Michel Bowman is also there, in person. He came for Hussies promise of a free lunch but probably wouldn’t have come if he knew the free lunch was just a cheap, semi-soggy sandwich from seven eleven, so he isn’t really paying that much attention to the conversation the others are having and just has this look of utter disappointment on his face, then he looks out the window and sees me. He then turns to the others while they are talking about what colour the trees in one spot should be and nervously says “hey, there’s this weird little green lady screaming hysterically outside, do you think we should go help her?” And everyone just kind of, begrudgingly agrees out of running out on things to debate on they were about to start an argument on wether the floor tiles of this one building should be black and white or really dark grey and white. Hussie says his farewell to Ryan North and closes his phone, double checks to make sure he has his drawing tablet, somehow shoves both into his pocket, along with his computer, and shouts “TO THE HUSS-MOBILE!” All triumphantly. Our three heroes walk out of the convenience store to this really cool looking but kinda small car then Toby and Andrew walk in. Bowman is left out because the third seat is far too tiny for most human beings and really is only there for lil cal, who is staring awkwardly into space. Bowman decides to go there on his bike and the screen(I guess that’s what I mayaswell call my dream view) cuts to this really awesome looking motor cycle, Bowman walks behind it to ride his sparkly pink bike with Barbie on it that probably belongs to his niece or something like that and begins his journey. Meanwhile I’m in the Huss-mobile crammed in the back with lil cal explaining to them what Happened to me (luckily I’m just small enough to fit in the lil seat) and we soon make it to Trump tower. I somehow know Trump is standing in his secret garden like the classic villain because plot convenience, so we know we need a distraction to get past the entrance, and we immediately decide the distraction should be Toby Fox, as Bowman is only halfway there since he is ridding a tiny bike. So Toby walks in and, reluctantly, begins to dance to the elevator music-like song that it being played in the lobby. I Think he was dancing something like a mix between the macarena and the Cupid shuffle. He gives us a low-key death glare but his dancing works and Hussie and I walk through into the elevator unnoticed. We get to the floor the garden is on and realize that we should probably be stealthy about this. I’m small enough to squeeze into the vents and Andrew is simply stuck having to walk through the corridors with a broom he stole from the janitors closet as defence. I get to the garden first and, just like in the movies, Donald Trump was expecting me all along, goes well well well, and begins a five minute monologue on how there is no chance I will succeed In my quest, and tells me his entire plan. I am standing next to the door, half listening to Trump ramble when Hussie flings the door open (hitting me in the face during the prosses) and heroically says “stop right there you tiny handed kaniv- hey, where did that little green girl go?” Trump points at the flung open door with a now bruised me standing beside it and Hussies only reaction is" oh… Hey, turns out there’s no security guards around here… Um…“ And is cut off by Bowman (who finally arrived) flinging the door which I had just shut open, once again hitting me in the face, yelling "HAH! You are out numbered ” and then throwing a bunch of pistachios at Donald Trump. Now Trumps face starts turning magenta and he is about to yell at us, but then, remembering that he should probably get his act together before someone hears us, and Chanels his anger into trying to open a pistachio instead. Hussie uses this time to draw his sword (I mean, he literally uses his tablet to draw a sword on the ground via magic wireless drawing tool) presses a button on his tablets pen that he thought was the realify button, but accidentally hits copy and gets a somewhat sword shaped chunk of cement (though honestly had he hit the realify button, since the drawing was extremely rushed, he would probably ended up with a dildo) And enters an epic orange guy vs orange guy face off, and by that I mean not epic nor face off since Trump is still trying to open a pistachio and all Hussie has to do to win is whack him in the head with the sword-esque cement to knock him out. We grab the keys off his jacket and run to the elevator. Now the lobby has basically turned into a club, a couple people had speakers going, and at least twenty people were dancing, and thirty just awkwardly standing, and ten making it rain money. We go to where the people have circled around and sure enough, in the middle of it all, was Toby Fox now bustin’ some pretty epic moves and starting to enjoy being the diversion. We tell him we have to go and he reluctantly leaves, a few people upset the random party was over. Since Trump decided to be all cliche and foolishly told me his entire plan, I knew that we had to go the the Rhode Island Comicon since he had gotten someone to sell that weird shiny thing for a few million dollars there, and we could steal it back. I spot the limousine where my friends are being held hostage, and try to open the truck, only then realizing that the keys we had gotten were for a mini bar. The limousine takes off and we all pile into the Huss-mobile, shoving Bowman in the trunk, then get a flat tire on a few fallen pistachios (man were our tires bald). We realize our only option is to get everyone onto Bowmans nieces bike if we wanted to get there in time. Using a fishing rod from Andrews trunk I managed to hook onto the limousines bumper while in the bicycle basket just as everyone had managed to somehow cling onto this tiny bike. Luckily it had training wheels so we didn’t just fall over. We go from zero to thirty in a few seconds, three grown men, an angry little green lady with a fishing rod, and a creepy ventriloquist puppet on a sparkly pink Barbie bike majestically being dragged behind a limousine with “TRUMP” written in gold on it. It’s awesome. We make it to the con to find that there had been a change in plans, as you can’t sell something for over a million dollars at that Comicon, so instead it was sold to the guy running the show for that sum and was going to be a prize for the best cosplay. After fifteen minutes of trying to pick the lock we finally open the trunk, setting the crystal gems free, they start freaking out over what happened but we have to rush into the Comicon before the end of the night to get back the important shiny thing. There’s this moment with a cosplayer that I thought was actually lapis but just turns out to be a fan girl who ships lapidot way too hard so that was awkward, and finally it is the time they announce the winner of the best cosplay competition and we are upset since we didn’t even get a chance to enroll ourselves, but at the last minute it turns out that the winner is Ryan North, who went as a character from a video game I don’t know much about but my friend always raves about how good it is. We manage to explain what happened to us, he gives us the shiny thing, we head back the the Steven Universe universe, and we all live happily ever after. And the saddest part about this dream is that I’ve had it at least five times by now, please help I think I have a problem

#to much internet #Homestuck #Steven Universe #Andrew Hussie and friends

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