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Another Meme!
I know I'm crap, I owe comments like woah, but work is EVIL, please give me a distraction?
Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you between one and three sentences from that story.
I can totally commit to one-to-three sentences, right?
Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you between one and three sentences from that story.
I can totally commit to one-to-three sentences, right?
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"You never know." Gerard says stubbornly. He doesn't glance up at the green mask pinned to the wall with a knife through the eyehole, a reminder not to get caught out again. Trust no one.
"Look," Mikey says, muting the distress signal. "We can out run that piece of shit easy. If they really are in trouble we should try to help."
"You're such a fucking boy scout." Gerard says, but he puts the scrambler on and answers the call.
The image that buzzes into view on the screen is a guy about their age, or older, with a wild mane of frizzy hair. He's not wearing white, and the interior of the ship - what they can see of it - looks as rough and dilapidated as the exterior. If it's a BL trap they've gone pretty deep cover, deeper than they would usually bother. Mikey's probably right. Again.
"This is Raygun Jones, of the Jet Star, is someone there?" He blinks into the receiver, no doubt seeing digital haze the scrambler turns their transmissions into, "Are you using a scrambler?"
"We're private people." Gerard says simply, "What do you need? Your ship doesn't look damaged."
"Med supplies, anything you have. I've got some credits or I can trade for them."
"Is it infectious? You don't look sick." Gerard blurts out, and Mikey kicks him. Gerard shoots him a glare.
"It's not for me." They guy runs a hand through his frizzy mane of hair. He may look healthy, but he also looks tired. "It's for her." He says, stepping aside from the transmitter and revealing another figure, prone and immobile, with the same frizzy hair.
Gerard's breath sticks in his throat. It's funny how when you haven't seen something for a really long time, you start to forget, to wonder if you made it up. Like sunshine, or trees grown in the earth, or food that resembles food. Did it really exist, or did he just read about it?
It's been a really long time since Gerard's seen a child, and now there's one on his screen.
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This is such a great premise *g*
Also: TRUST NO ONE :'(
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I'm so glad you liked it! I really liked your one too :DDD
I know. I want there to be an epic Frank backstory where he was a double agent and Gerard caught him out and then in this story (that I WILL NOT write) he crosses their path again and has to try to win back Gerard's trust.
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Are you really sure? Think of the possibilities! ;-D
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All the details, the mask, the hints at back-story, Mikey so determined they should stop and help.
And then Ray! With the kid!
And Gerard, seeing a child!
I love this so much. I didn't expect you'd come back with something so awesome from the prompt.
THANK YOU!
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Also, I love that I could have written Killjoys in space at any point in time, and yet what do I do? I turn it into Killjoys in space ORIGIN fic, where they are not even a group yet. Because apparently that's how I roll.
<3333 You are so welcome, my dear!
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As to what happens next - well of course the Way brothers will help Ray and his young charge. Except she needs some kind of special meds which they need to travel to get, and they end up crossing into BL's territory to get it, which puts them in Frank's path and then the shit REALLY hits the fan.
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