danceindarkness (danceindarkness) wrote in ironman7, @ 2007-08-26 23:57:00 |
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Original Fiction (Farren/Shego, Endymion/Shego) [Week 1 - Prompt # 7]
Title: Reunion
Author: Random
Rating: PG
Word Count: 424
Warnings: Slash
Author Notes: Part of earlier continuity.
After the two Argoth from the Lull join Shego other ships start to appear on the horizon. Farren counts four of them, the rest of the Argoth ships, out of control of their captains and crew, come to join their kin.
One by one the ships reach them, and Shego burns the collars and makes dust out of the ships. The freed Argoth remain, trailing behind Shego as he walks, and Farren really wants to know where Shego is going. The Argoth seem to know, without being told. Shego speaks to none of them, which comforts Farren just a bit. For even though no Argoth of any ship Farren had ever heard of had been anything more than taciturn, once they are released from the collars, they seem positively social, always giggling to one another, touching each other, running their hands through someone’s hair, all but Shego, and the fact the Shego remains as Farren knew him makes him strangely happy.
Two days after the last of the ships reach them, another ship is on the horizon, and when they are close enough to hear a snatch of song on the wind that whirls around it, Shego suddenly begins to run, leaving the others behind.
Faster and faster he goes, strange light gather at his ankles like wings, and Farren has barely enough time to wonder before Shego reaches the ship and leaps up to the bowsprit. The ragged figure leaning over the prow looks up at him, pausing in his singing for a moment as they stare at one another, and then Shego throws himself at the other, bowling him over onto the deck and they both tumble over and over one another.
Shego gets his hand on the leather of the collar, and the ship explodes into dust. When the dust clears, Shego and the other Argoth are still there, hanging in midair, light coming off Shego’s back like great wings, kissing each other as if it was the very breath of life.
They stop, eventually, pull back enough that their lips are no longer touching although the rest of their bodies are still locked together, and Shego raises a hand to the other’s face. “Endymion,” he says, voice barely carrying to Farren, and the other raises his hand to hold Shego’s.
He says, “Shelgara.” Shego smiles.