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Channel Awesome - Post Crisis (fic)

Title: Post Crisis
Author: Ennui_blue_lite
Rating: PG-13
Paring: Linkara/Spoony
Warnings: mention of non-con, hurt/comfort
Word Count: 850, roughly.
Summary: According to episode 54 of Ask that Guy with the Glasses, Guy slept with Linkara, who was very upset about it. This is a short fic about Linkara and Spoony in the aftermath.
Author’s notes: I finally buckled down and wrote this fic in California, thanks to the support and companionship of my muse and best friend, Skyblue Reverie. I could never have written a word if not for her continued love and inspiration.



It happened.

Forty-three minutes later, Linkara pushed open his apartment front door – their apartment front door – and debated crossing the threshold. This was stupid. This was stupid and he was being stupid about it. At worst, it was an embarrassment. A degradation. An overwrought trope, brought to life by the laziest of writers to generate angst, something too cliché to even exist.

And yet, here he was.

He entered. Spoony would probably be asleep. He usually was this time of night. Linkara let his coat slip from his shoulders and fall to the carpet in a shapeless puddle behind him. His hat followed with an unsatisfying, muted thump. His gun, though, that was better. His magic gun (worthless, useless hunk of metal, jamming at the lightest breeze) thunked heavy against the floor, stripping a physical weight from his side that, if he pretended hard enough, he could almost imagine was metaphorical.

“Jesus, Linkara, what happened?”

So Spoony was awake. Perfect. He shouldn’t have come back here – a reassuring phone call, a hastily rented motel room, and he could have fixed this. It could have been that simple. Why had he come home? It occurred to him, in that moment, that this was probably why so many superheroes preferred to spend their lives alone. Chronic isolation syndrome.

He felt instantly horrible for thinking it. Because Spoony was staring at him with big, worried eyes, and *Jeez*, what was he supposed to say? I’m fine? Don’t mind the blood?

Spoony cupped a hand under Linkara’s chin, and he couldn’t figure out why, until he looked down and saw the small red pool in the center of Spoony’s palm. His nose was bleeding again. Damn it. He needed to stop jinxing himself through thought…or something.

“C’mon,” he said, grabbing Linkara’s hand and leading him to the bathroom. Linkara’s blood, still smeared all over his fingers, slid slick between them. “Are you planning to tell me what happened, man? Was it Vyce?”

He looked away.

“Jesus.” Spoony flicked the lights on in their bathroom, three of the four florescent bars buzzing to life above them. Linkara stared very deliberately into the bathtub, avoiding the mirror, and watched a spider crawl across the porcelain. They needed a new place. He should tell Spoony that they needed to find a new apartment, some place with fewer bugs and lighting that didn’t feel like a medical examiner’s morgue.

“Here,” Spoony said, pulling a first aid kit from under the sink. “Look at me – here.” Linkara felt Spoony’s fingers on the side of his face, under his chin, guide his gaze forward. “Look at me. That cut is nasty.”

The whole situation was nasty, but Linkara didn’t say so. Instead, he held still as Spoony cleaned away trails of dried blood from his face, Spoony’s fingers light and gentle against his skin, like a caress. “Whatever’s happened, we’ll fix it. It’ll be fine.” He continued to clean, dabbing Neosporin on with his finger while Linkara stared vacant and tried to keep his hands from shaking.

Spoony threw out the bloody tissue and held up two paper wrapped bandages. “Wolverine or Power Rangers?” he asked, every ounce of him serious.

Linkara didn’t even realize he’d started to cry. He couldn’t help it.

The warm wrap of Spoony’s arms was a surprise. It wasn’t in Spoony’s nature to initiate physicality between them. He was, in a word, submissive, even when the two of them weren’t engaged in that sort of play, and often it fell to Linkara to watch, and to give and take whatever was needed. But that wasn’t going to happen tonight. “Breathe,” he murmured into Linkara’s neck.

Linkara didn’t understand what Spoony meant – he was breathing, he was breathing so fast that he felt lightheaded and the bathroom felt unsteady, how could he breathe any more than this, and –”

“Shhh. Shhh.” Spoony pressed a kiss to his temple, and Linkara felt upright again, like the floor had steadied under his feet. “I’m right here. Was it Insano?”

“No,” Linkara said. He didn’t want to talk about it, but Spoony needed to know that, needed to know that the blood and the violence and the sour smell of sex had nothing to do with him, or anyone who looked like him.

“Can we kill him?”

“It was Guy.”

They stayed like that for what felt like a long time, embracing under the harsh bathroom light, letting the futility of the situation wash over them. Neither of them said what they were both thinking: that Guy, with his sadism, and his weapons, and his close friends in low and frightening places, wouldn’t even see them as a threat. That Linkara had been lucky to get away with his life. That their only option was to keep their heads down and pretend that this had never happened.

Then Spoony said, “I don’t think my mêlée attack is worth much, but if I use my limit break when he’s least suspecting…”

Linkara smiled. He wasn’t able to laugh yet, but even so, it was a good moment. “You’re such a dork.”

“You love me for it,” Spoony replied, and Linkara had to agree. The superheroes, he decided, were morons.
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Comments

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skyblue_reverie
Feb. 28th, 2011 03:37 am (UTC)
God, I love this. I don't even know this fandom, really, and yet I fell right into the story, and felt for the characters like I already knew them.

I love how you don't even name what happened in the story, like if Linkara named it it would cause him to crumble.

This is awesome:

A degradation. An overwrought trope, brought to life by the laziest of writers to generate angst, something too cliché to even exist

Not just gorgeously written (which it is), but the perfect touch of self-reflexiveness, not too much as to be anvillicious, but just a nod and wink to fangirls and our crazy ways. :)

You are so good at sensory details, and I specifically love this sentence:

Linkara let his coat slip from his shoulders and fall to the carpet in a shapeless puddle behind him. His hat followed with an unsatisfying, muted thump.

Lovely, I can totally see it, and the word choice also completely conveys the mood of the piece as well. Those are some serious skillz, bb.

I already told you I love this paragraph, but it bears repeating:

Linkara stared very deliberately into the bathtub, avoiding the mirror, and watched a spider crawl across the porcelain. They needed a new place. He should tell Spoony that they needed to find a new apartment, some place with fewer bugs and lighting that didn’t feel like a medical examiner’s morgue.

Again, such perfect details, and those are so totally things that I, or anybody, would notice if you were trying to avoid thinking or looking in the mirror. But at the same time, the details are creepy - spiders, morgue lighting, and it adds to the desolate feel of the fic.

You have such a deft and delicate touch - you don't need to brain us over the head with angst, you just imply it and build it image by image until we can't help but feel it. THAT is the sign of an amazing writer.

Linkara didn’t understand what Spoony meant – he was breathing, he was breathing so fast that he felt lightheaded and the bathroom felt unsteady, how could he breathe any more than this, and –

Oh! This bit breaks my heart! But again, amazingly descriptive, and totally captures what it feels like to hyperventilate and stress about hyperventilating, which only makes it worse... and round and round. and I love how Spoony interrupts the cycle with a kiss on the temple. *melts*

He didn’t want to talk about it, but Spoony needed to know that, needed to know that the blood and the violence and the sour smell of sex had nothing to do with him, or anyone who looked like him.

Gah, you killed me dead with this - Linkara's just been through hell and he's worried about Spoony and how what he's been through will affect Spoony. *hugs them both*

They stayed like that for what felt like a long time, embracing under the harsh bathroom light, letting the futility of the situation wash over them. Neither of them said what they were both thinking: that Guy, with his sadism, and his weapons, and his close friends in low and frightening places, wouldn’t even see them as a threat. That Linkara had been lucky to get away with his life. That their only option was to keep their heads down and pretend that this had never happened.

That paragraph HURTS, bb. It hurts good, but it hurts a lot. But man, you get a lot of emotion across in a few short sentences. The idea of having to ignore something so terrible happening, and just go on because you're lucky it wasn't worse... *shudders* Damn, woman. Your mind is a dark, dark place. I love it.

I also love the small note of hope and humor at the end, especially the "limit break" comment. Just enough to save the story from being too depressing. But not so much as to break the tone you established.

A masterpiece, bb, and you clearly haven't lost your writing chops at all, and I cannot wait to see more fic from you. I have missed reading your gorgeous words. If it takes coming to CA to get you writing, well, then come back next week! :D

In conclusion: You are brilliant and I love youuuuuu! <33333


ennui_blue_lite
Feb. 28th, 2011 03:51 am (UTC)
*hugs you* Sweetheart, I couldn't write a word if not for you. Not a single word. You are there for me, through everything and anything, and you are my cheerleader, and my muse, and I love you so much.

Thank you for reading my fic, and pushing me to post, and getting what I meant to do, and making me feel like I can do this again. Thank you for getting the things I meant to do, like my dark details, and my little moment of self-deprication (because, hey, I LOVE the easy angst that non-con delivers). And thank you for being you , because what would I do without you?

You are, without a doubt, a completely brillaint and amazingly talented writer, and it's meant so much to me that I get to be front row for your process.

I wish I could come back to Ca every week and sit and write with you. If nothing else, just being in the general vicinity of you makes me a better writer and a better person.

I can't wait until I get an NCIS fic out so that we can be in the same fandom again. *hugs you* Thank you, hon. So much.
ladydiskette
Feb. 28th, 2011 02:20 pm (UTC)
lol...okay I have to ask, did Ask That Guy.....*whispers into blue lite's ear*....with onions?
ladydiskette
Feb. 28th, 2011 04:07 am (UTC)
Now I want to watch Episode 54....

Poor Linkara....it makes it imply that Ask That Guy beat up and raped him :( I am so glad he has Spoony to make the bad things go away *wibbles*
ennui_blue_lite
Feb. 28th, 2011 04:31 am (UTC)
Episode 54 is a good episodes (if only for Guy's taudry love afair with his GPS), and you should watch it, definitly.

Spoony makes all the bad things go away. *cuddles spoony* Thanks for reading.
ladydiskette
Feb. 28th, 2011 02:04 pm (UTC)
After I read this fic I immediately went on the site and watch the episode. It was pretty funny.
timidfox
Feb. 28th, 2011 01:41 pm (UTC)
Just said till Linkara finds out be thought he was Linka and it was 'an accident' XD

d'aww spoony being so careing is adorible ^^
ladydiskette
Feb. 28th, 2011 02:01 pm (UTC)
Oh god, if he found that out he would probably in shock and his brain would break.
ennui_blue_lite
Feb. 28th, 2011 02:58 pm (UTC)
Yeah, but never underestimate my ability to take a comedy sketch and find a reason to write angst about it.

Spoony *is* quite adorable. *cuddles him*

Thanks for reading.
ladydiskette
Mar. 1st, 2011 08:40 pm (UTC)
Is it wrong of me to actually want to see a prequel of this story?

I mean...all the things floating in my head of what Ask That Guy did to him. Maybe its probably better off leaving it to the imagination right? 0__0
xureorgy
Apr. 8th, 2011 05:54 pm (UTC)
Your site article is very intersting as well as fanstic,at the same time your blog theme is exclusive and ideal,great job.To your success.

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