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schizoauthoressTitle: Reactionary
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Superboy v3 #36
Warnings: AU, bits of dialogue taken from the issue
Word Count: 439
Summary: It's the right goddamn choice.
Note: The very, very first thing I ever wrote for the Fortress!verse. Therefore, this is the launcher of the Superboy/Match ship for me. :D
Word of the Day: aperçu, noun:
1. A hasty glance; a glimpse.
2. An immediate estimate or judgment; understanding; insight.
3. An outline or summary.
Reactionary
"Then if Match can handle it..." Superboy grabbed the semi-conscious body of his clone, holding Match in front of him as a human shield as Amanda Spence fired her gun, "LET HIM!"
The weapon recoiled with a 'zorch' sound, releasing a blast of energy that struck Match's back and careened off it.
"No!" Spence screamed, "The ricochet's going to hit--"
"--the reactor!" Superboy finished, eyes wide with horror. He shifted his grip to take a hold of Match's arm, and zoomed forward to grab Amanda Spence around the waist, tossing her over his shoulder unceremoniously as he flew out of there. "That thing's gonna blow! We gotta be gone!"
"You're saving... me?!" Spence sputtered.
"Both of you!" Superboy countered, "I'm not letting anybody die today!"
Match groaned. Consciousness had returned to him slowly, thanks to that shot from Spence's weapon. But he could assess and analyze the situation with lightning speed. And while his pride insisted that he needed no help from anyone, let alone Superboy... he realized in the next half-second that Superboy would need his. He shook his arm loose of Superboy's grip.
"What are you, nuts?! Give me your hand!" Superboy shouted frantically.
Match grabbed Superboy by the back of his costume and extended his telekinetic aura over all three of them, holding it tightly around them and focusing hard to increase the density of it. It held up under the explosion of the reactor, but the secondary explosions from the rest of the Agenda facility going up were nearly simultaneous -- and the intersecting forces violently ripped his telekinetic shield to shreds. He was unconscious before he could register any more pain.
****
The next thing Match was aware of was a voice -- Superboy's voice -- whispering, "Don' worry... I gotcha..." and one of Superboy's hands tugging at him. He opened his eyes.
"...Then who's got you?"
Superboy's face, battered and bruised as it was, lit up with a bright, relieved smile. "I think that was... you, dude. You really... had my back. Thanks."
'I don't know why I did it,' Match thought, but when he opened his mouth, what came out was, "You insist on being a heroic idiot. Someone has to."
Superboy laughed faintly, and adjusted the burden that was Amanda Spence, holding her more securely in both arms. Match forced himself to his feet, winding a supportive arm around Superboy's shoulders.
"We're gonna... be okay..." Superboy said, sounding dazed.
"Yeah..." Match replied. He cocked his head, hearing the faint 'whup whup whup' of helicopter blades carrying on the wind. "We're gonna be okay. You can rest. Help is on the way."
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Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Superboy v3 #36
Warnings: AU, bits of dialogue taken from the issue
Word Count: 439
Summary: It's the right goddamn choice.
Note: The very, very first thing I ever wrote for the Fortress!verse. Therefore, this is the launcher of the Superboy/Match ship for me. :D
Word of the Day: aperçu, noun:
1. A hasty glance; a glimpse.
2. An immediate estimate or judgment; understanding; insight.
3. An outline or summary.
Reactionary
"Then if Match can handle it..." Superboy grabbed the semi-conscious body of his clone, holding Match in front of him as a human shield as Amanda Spence fired her gun, "LET HIM!"
The weapon recoiled with a 'zorch' sound, releasing a blast of energy that struck Match's back and careened off it.
"No!" Spence screamed, "The ricochet's going to hit--"
"--the reactor!" Superboy finished, eyes wide with horror. He shifted his grip to take a hold of Match's arm, and zoomed forward to grab Amanda Spence around the waist, tossing her over his shoulder unceremoniously as he flew out of there. "That thing's gonna blow! We gotta be gone!"
"You're saving... me?!" Spence sputtered.
"Both of you!" Superboy countered, "I'm not letting anybody die today!"
Match groaned. Consciousness had returned to him slowly, thanks to that shot from Spence's weapon. But he could assess and analyze the situation with lightning speed. And while his pride insisted that he needed no help from anyone, let alone Superboy... he realized in the next half-second that Superboy would need his. He shook his arm loose of Superboy's grip.
"What are you, nuts?! Give me your hand!" Superboy shouted frantically.
Match grabbed Superboy by the back of his costume and extended his telekinetic aura over all three of them, holding it tightly around them and focusing hard to increase the density of it. It held up under the explosion of the reactor, but the secondary explosions from the rest of the Agenda facility going up were nearly simultaneous -- and the intersecting forces violently ripped his telekinetic shield to shreds. He was unconscious before he could register any more pain.
****
The next thing Match was aware of was a voice -- Superboy's voice -- whispering, "Don' worry... I gotcha..." and one of Superboy's hands tugging at him. He opened his eyes.
"...Then who's got you?"
Superboy's face, battered and bruised as it was, lit up with a bright, relieved smile. "I think that was... you, dude. You really... had my back. Thanks."
'I don't know why I did it,' Match thought, but when he opened his mouth, what came out was, "You insist on being a heroic idiot. Someone has to."
Superboy laughed faintly, and adjusted the burden that was Amanda Spence, holding her more securely in both arms. Match forced himself to his feet, winding a supportive arm around Superboy's shoulders.
"We're gonna... be okay..." Superboy said, sounding dazed.
"Yeah..." Match replied. He cocked his head, hearing the faint 'whup whup whup' of helicopter blades carrying on the wind. "We're gonna be okay. You can rest. Help is on the way."
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