Commander Shepard (evertheheroine) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2014-01-22 03:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | jane shepard, mulan |
Who: Jane Shepard and Mulan
What: Jane's return to Storybrooke -- and it's not a pretty one.
Where: Near the Cannery.
When: Wednesday, January 22nd, Early Morning.
Rating: PG-13 - R for wounds, possible talk of character death
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Notes:
This was it. It was over. In one, blinding, bright, flash, it was going to be over. It had been five years. Five, agonizing, long, heart breaking, maddening, years. They had been five years that had pushed her to her limits, five years that had seen her blood, her sweat, her tears and her rage. They were five years stolen from her. They were five of the worst years of her life and, even if it killed her, they were about to be over. Or at least that's what she'd thought. As the memories had begun to flash in her mind, with her, nearly broken, body limping forward behind the recoil of her pistol, Jane began to feel it. It was a faint, yet memorable tingle that ran just on the inside of her ear. Still, she pressed forward, her clenched jaws and determined howls marking each pull of the trigger. She felt the world begin to slip from her eyes as one, heavy, boot, feel forward just inches at a time. She could hear the sound of her own gun, and the crackling of fractured electronics, getting further and further away. Commander Jane Shepard was pretty sure that this was it, that she was dying... And she was pretty damn okay with that. It took Jane a few moments to realize this was, in fact, not what was happening to her at all. She began to be able to place the sensation. It was the same one she'd had in, what she was pretty sure had been a dream before. She'd experienced it, just the once, right before she'd landed on Earth. She'd been just about to take it back when she'd been whisked away, landing somewhere in the past. She'd even vaguely remembered her crew being there, though human, and in a land without space travel at all. It had all been a dream though, that's what Jane had told herself. It had to have been a dream, as there was no other answer. But, sure as Jane might have been, there was no denying it in a moment. She felt the world drop out from underneath her, she felt time stand still. She saw the approaching wall of flames, the white heat of a furious fire, seem to crawl upwards at a pace that let Jane stare at it. She felt herself smile and, all at once, Jane Shepard was fired through the portal. Once again, she was about to be dumped in a small Maine town. Unfortunately for the heroine, her landing wasn't going to be quite as pretty this time. Last time, she'd been standing on her feet. Last time she'd been in better shape and ready to recoil the blow to keep herself steady. This time Jane Shepard did not have those luxuries and, instead of coming through cleanly dressed and well maintained, she would be coming through in a clatter of mess and a couple of sputtering rolls. Where before she'd come through rather attractive in her own way, now she'd be coming through a charred and bleeding tumble of a woman who'd given everything she had to save the day... And that might explain why, when Jane Shepard finally came to a stop, despite the discomfort it caused, she was actually, albeit faintly, laughing out loud. |