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May 3rd Prompt
Prompt: The Authority, Apollo, loyalty
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm just playing with them.
Summary: Apollo contemplates things high above the Earth.
Author's Notes: Set a little before Apollo was recruited by Jenny Sparks. I hope whoever requested this prompt enjoys my offering.


Apollo floated gently in space, high above the Earth, and wondered just what he owed the planet below him. It’d done nothing but take from him. His memories, his freedom, even his name had all been given to it, and for what?

For powers and abilities that made him a freak to almost every person down there. For almost five years spent on the run, living homeless and moving from one dirt pile to the next, desperate to stay hidden from Bendix and his insanity. For people who’d rather spit on him than say ‘thank you’ for his actions to make a finer world.

Spinning slightly he looked out into space, turning his back on the Earth for the first time in so long. He could survive indefinitely out there in space, absorbing the Sun’s rays from anywhere and everywhere. He could explore the galaxy and beyond, moving from sun to sun, free of any obligations he had tied himself down with.

And he wanted to be free of it all. Death wasn’t an option, he wouldn’t give anyone the satisfaction, and he couldn’t just stop helping people. Not and live with himself. He could however just fly off and forget everything that was down there, if he really wanted, if he really felt that there was nothing to tie him down.

Loyalty.

When it came down to it, he didn’t owe the Earth jack shit, let alone something as precious as his loyalty. He did however owe it to one man, the only reason why he wasn’t giving in to his urges to see just how much the galaxy had to offer, and whose loyalty he had in return.

Loyalty was precious.

With a soft sigh of breath he didn’t need, Apollo flew back down towards his ‘home’, making sure to avoid the eyes of Bendix’s station and keep below the radar. Five years had bred a healthy level of paranoia when it came to the Weatherman and his resources, and even then they’d almost been caught more than once.

Coming back down through the clouds and into the rain that he’d spaced himself to avoid he shook his head, leaving strands of wet hair plastered across his face. At least he was at full capacity now and could last a few wet days, even if it wasn’t the most pleasant experience.

“Fully recharged?” The voice behind him as he entered the abandoned warehouse didn’t surprise him and he turned with a smile, seeing the familiar silhouette in the half-light.

“I am. We got somewhere else to be?” If he was going to keep fighting for a better world, then he was damn well going to do it right. He let the aura of his power surround him in an obvious show of strength, and grinned. The Earth might not have his loyalty, but it did have his full attention, whether it liked it or not.