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A Young Kryptonian's Travels part 20
Title: A Young Kryptonian's Travels Or, Things Fall Apart
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Kal-El/Lex
Rating: G
Summary: Our only point here is to have fun! No message, no moral--enjoy!
The Previous Parts are here, waiting for the train to arrive…
Interlude: The Light
Gar-An leaned back in his chair, adjusted its position so that it let him stare up at the gnarled ductwork and wires above him in the 'ceiling' of the ship. Occasional wheezing beeps let him know that the ship was working out coordinates for the next jag of their voyage. They'd better find something worth selling to some idiot soon, or they were all going to be up quall creek. He sighed, turned his attention back to the monitors and searched through more inter-species porn.
"Be a privateer," he muttered to himself. "Explore new worlds, be your own man. Get out from under the cushy fur lined boot of Kryptonian dominion…" what an asshole. This Rao forsaken bit of the universe was unrelenting in its desire to be boring. It was the kingdom of boring, the pinnacle of nothing happening, it was great steaming heaps of boredom on the road of God This Is My Life…he snapped upright when somewhere on the board a chime sounded, and the ship said, "match."
"Match? Match to what?" He shot to his feet when the Imperial Seal lit one of the tracking screens. "Phracking match? Match to The Lost, you mean? Emperor Asshole's nephew? No phracking way. You're full of quall…" He leaned over the board, poked and pushed buttons and yelled to make them function faster. The screen showed an area of junk, lots and lots of it…and dead in space, a cruiser. *The* cruiser?
"No, no," he was muttering, "That's not possible—"
"What's not possible, naked ape?"
A Morne leaned over his shoulder, hot wet breath flared against the back of his neck, and he shivered. Moments like this reminded him he'd never bought that the Morn only ate non-sentient flesh. Gar-An eased out from under the looming hairy presence. "Looks like some garbage over in that area." He traced an arc on the bright screen in front of them and the Morne sucked his teeth.
"Hmm. Does look like wreckage and not a garbage dump…arrr-hrm, look there," it said, and its whiskers curved upwards. "There's a wormhole. Unmarked."
"You're kidding." He quickly ascertained that yes, there was a wormhole, not too distant from the wreckage they were picking up. They dropped a probe into the hole, and waited a short time before recalling it. They extracted information, too much information for the short time it'd been gone—according to the probe, several months had passed it.
Together they stared in astonishment at the proof of an incredible discovery. "Not just distance but time as well," Gar said in an awe filled tone. He looked at the Morne, and looked up to the ceiling and devoutly told the duct work, "Thank you Rao, for your generosity. From this point forward, I'll be able to bathe in kowm milk every day. I'll have my pick of—of—phracking everything."
The Morn grinned, displaying wet, white daggers—just too many teeth for a thinking being to have. "We, you mean." He slid his claws over the board. "I'm getting ready to drop a claim beacon near the hole."
Gar-An nodded, still dazed. His fingers flew over the keyboard near his seat. "Okay, I'm looking over the junk out there. Hmmm. Corpsicle, corpsicle…there's a piece of escape pod...more corpses…one of them could be the missing cousin..."
"Let's see if we can get an ID on the ship—ur…" He coughed, his whiskers curled in and almost met over his nose. "…it *is* the Liberty Hall."
"Frell you, it is not." Gar stared at his shipmate. "It's not…Whur, you're lying."
"I will not eat your liver," Whur said, "because I am certain that the thought of impending stupendous riches has momentarily caused you to wander from sanity. You can thank me for that later," he winked, a broad flat tongue whipped over his jaws and Gar shuddered from head to toe.
The Morne laughed, and turned all of his attention back to the screen. "Urr," Whur snorted. "That's odd…there's a beacon there all ready—but through the other side." His snout wrinkled and he flicked the stub of his tail. His claws clicked the depressions on his side of the keyboard. "It's the sort used to mark a suit. There might be someone down there. Depending on how much time they've jumped."
Gar stared at Whur. "What if that kid made it to the planet on the other side, that habitable one? How much will we be repaid for bringing back a live kid instead of a mummy in an evac suit?"
"Godsfangs, you are such an asshole. But I enjoy your endless enthusiasm. I'm going to look."
"You can't go down there; you don’t know what's down there. You could die, and then I'd be stuck trying to fly this death trap by myself."
Whur leaned over to Gar and inhaled, mouth wide and eyes thin yellow slits in his orange and black dappled face. "Hurrrr, I knew you liked me. You were just waiting for the right moment. Yes, I surrender to you," he grinned, a fence of gleaming ivory blades and Gar-An shuddered so hard, it appeared he was having a small seizure.
"Really not," he gasped. "I respect you as a being and have no comment on the life you choose—and I understand on your home world, types of sexuality have no meaning…but stop looking at me like I'm steak. I am not attracted to *any* species of male. And anyway, fur makes me sneeze."
"You're off-putting and rude. But I like that in a person."
******
A small ship dropped from the hold of the Reaper, and fell into the coruscating hole miles from the hulk of the Liberty Hall.
TBC real soon!
part 21
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I don't know how much luck a talking furry cat-like creature will have walking around the Earth, but hey let's find out...
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And we'll find out tonight--Fam willing. *g*
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Has Kal gotten over his fur fetish? *grins*
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And will these new guys actually "save" Kal or will they just be interested in the reward.
And Lex? What's he to do when the Dominion comes calling?
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I just hopped online becauuse I wanted to let you know something I thought was funny.
Dreamed I met you and we went to ... I am not sure where, but there were tables and stuff, so I think it was a classroom. And on the tables there was glue and paper and crayons and -- now that I think of it, it looked like a kindergarten room -- But we sat down and made ornaments (or something, all I know it I was cutting and cutting and cutting and then gluing sparkly bits on. And you were making fantabulous chains.
And I have been thinking about that all day. :)
*beams at you*
I have to tell you too, that thursday after I did my hair, my honey blinked twice at me and took me out to dinner! And then I came back with food poisoning :P so that's where I've been. Today-- I am making aush, and going to a friend's house to feed them.
*hugs*
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I used to love doing crafty stuff...heh!
Oh no!Good stuff on the dinner--but bad on the food poisoning. At least you looked good. ;)
*HUGSANLOVE*
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Favourite lines....
"I will not eat your liver," Whur said....and also
"Hurrrr, I knew you liked me. You were just waiting for the right moment. Yes, I surrender to you," .... I lol'ed.
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I only want the best for Kal! :)