Ted Holloway (darthted) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-01-27 22:48:00 |
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Ted had always trusted his brother. They were two very different people, but they'd always had each others' backs. Chris, the more temperamental and wilder of the two, kept would-be bullies in their place and away from his twin. Ted, who was better with authority figures, fast-talked teachers and their mother and kept Chris out of the worst of the trouble he made for himself. They were a team and, even after they both picked up villains for reincarnates, they stayed a team. Except that Ted had found himself another team; Star Wars reincarnates that he genuinely cared about, Justice League members for whom he'd risk danger and potential dismemberment. Chris could've borne the first, but the latter sat badly. You see, Chris had Two-Face. How could a man with such a fixation on duality let his host's mirror image side with the enemy? The battle had been raging for months, not that Ted was aware. Chris did a good job of covering and, honestly, Ted had been busy. First his time in Camelot, then the end of the war, then the Agency and the JL and finishing up school - if there had been warning signs, he didn't see them. Not until the tire iron had come swinging at the back of his head. They'd been out for dinner. Chris had unexpectedly hopped a train into the city and Ted had set aside his weekend plans to hang out. Nothing had seemed amiss, and then WHAM. From nowhere, unconsciousness. He'd woken in a strange building to sirens that passed with absurd frequency. Gotham. Only in Gotham did the high-pitched whine race by so often. "Chris?" His head felt as if it were made of lead and throbbed dully. He'd worry about Force healing later - now, his only concern was his brother. Ted nudged Vader. Together, they reached out to see if they could sense anyone nearby. To Ted's shock, he realized his brother was in the room. In the room, somewhere about ten feet behind him, and awake. "Chris." Ted hissed. "Chris, what happened? Are you tied up?" "Not exactly." The voice was amused and, even without the Force, Ted could tell that it didn't belong to his brother. Not exactly. It was going to be a long night. |