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Entry tags: | heroes, hornblower, rated: teen, slash, x-over |
Fic: The Scarlet Flier 1/1 Heroes/Horatio Hornblower
Title: The Scarlet Flier
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes/Horatio Hornblower.
Characters: Peter, Lieutenant, Horatio
Words: 457
Prompt: Historic
Fandom: Heroes/Horatio Hornblower
Pairing: Peter/Horatio mentioned
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Language, Violence.
Summary: Peter's about to be executed for breaking the Articles.
Author's Note: Yes, the title is a play on words.
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"Before thou art hung for the foul crime of sodomy, hast you any last word?" Voice high and mocking, the Lieutenant held his sword point to the small of Peter's back. To goad him in to making a gibbering statement, he poked Peter hard three times.
The only reaction Peter gave was to hiss, attempting not to move. The rope around his neck was already pulled taut. If he moved even the little the Lieutenant was trying to get him, he would hang himself. So, he kept his eyes clenched and prayed that something would happen.
Yet, he knew it in vain.
There was no real good reason for him to have landed in this time. His mere presence here should have been impossible, but that was far easier to explain. What held him here, prevented him from jumping back to his own present he had yet to find out. Now, he never would.
If that gods damned Horatio could only have kept his hands to himself, Peter wouldn't be about to swing by his neck. But no, Lieutenant fire britches had to have himself a piece of forbidden fruit. Well, that had earned the man a good caning, not that it hadn't been worth it...for him!
Closing his eyes, Peter tried one last time. If he didn't jump now, he would be forever stuck in Seventeen ninety-seven. Letting go, felt the world around him grow cold.
Then everyone started to scream. The sword in his back dropped to the deck below.
Below?
Opening his eyes, Peter looked beneath his feet. There was nothing but air for a couple inches. Willing himself up further, the distance increased to several feet. It wasn't a time jump, but he would accept it.
Reaching up with is bound hands, he quickly tugged himself free of the noose. One look at his bonds and they fell away, turning to ash. A hysterical giggle burst forth from his lips, causing many of the men to cry out once more.
On a whim, he spun to face them. Pointing one finger, he singled out the son of a bitch responsible for all this. The arrogant Lieutenant who had caught him and Horatio. Summoning all his rage, he focused it through his finger.
With a shriek, the Lieutenant was blown from the top deck, clear over the side, and fifty feet past the furthest cannon shot before he hit the water.
Snickering, Peter willed himself to fly higher. If he was going to survive in this world at all, he had to get some control over his abilities. Then, may be he could get the hell out of Georgian Times.
Left behind on the deck, Horatio could only gape at the flying man.
THE END...................