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Hand in Hand: Chapter 2Title: Hand in Hand
Chapter Title: Everything a Human Needs
Summary: Brainy's going to leave the Legion no matter what, right? No one ever said he had to be alone.
Pairing: Slow-moving Superman/Brainiac 5, Clark Kent/Querl Dox.
Quote: "Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey. At other times, it is allowing another to take yours." - Vera Nazarian
The flash of light disappeared, leaving the two of them standing alone in Clark's kitchen. It was suddenly silent, far too silent, even though Clark could hear every sound beyond the apartment. Every breeze, a window slamming three blocks down, a dog barking a few doors over, everything was perfectly clear, something audible.
There were only two heartbeats in his apartment, though, and that was far too quiet.
Clearing his throat, Clark gave Brainy's hand a squeeze before releasing it, stepping over to flick his lights on.
Come With Me?Title: Come With Me?
Summary: It's Shikari's first Christmas, and Green Legion's going to celebrate it with her. Whether he wants to or not.
Pairing: Brainiac 5/Shikari
"Green Legion?" It was a tentative question that was incredibly familiar, and Querl glanced up from where he had been scribbling down a few notes for Lyle for later, arching an eyebrow at Shikari's entrance. She did not look extremely unsure, just her typical hesitance to ensure that she was not interrupting his working.
She was one of the very few that actually did so.
"Yes? What do you need?" A bit short, perhaps, but few rarely came just to talk, and Shikari seemed to be no exception.
Not taking his words to heart, Shikari lit up, quickly crossing the distance between them to stop right in front of where he was standing, her hands clasping together in apparent excitement, grin wide and bright on her face. "Green Legion, it is Christmas!"
…Ah. Right. I
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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