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26 February 2010 @ 02:04 pm
078 Sun; 086 Winter  
Title: Darkness Overwhelming
Fandom: Mystic Force
Pairing: N/A
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary/Warnings: Somewhere, all wishes come true. Leanbow remembers. the Rebellion starts.
Word Count: 1 183 / 52 682
Author's notes: My table is here.





078 Sun

“How long?”

The low voice startled Udonna and she spun, dropping the cup in her hand. “Leanbow!”

“How long?” he repeated, voice rough from disuse.

She sat carefully on the side of the bed, smoothing the sheets convulsively. “You’ve been ill for three days.”

“No.” He lifted a hand to her hair, touching the silver strands threaded through it. “How long?”

“Twenty years.”

His hand stilled. Udonna almost turned to look at him, but she caught herself; turning would mean losing his touch and she couldn’t bear that yet. “Leanbow?”

“Have I been so long in the dark? So long tied to him.”

“Koragg did not appear until after the Darkness rose.” Udonna didn’t flinch at the name. “If he was active before that he did no harm.”

She turned, finally; Leanbow moved with her, apparently no more eager than she to give up their touch. He was studying his other hand, turning it back and forth.

“No harm,” he echoed. “I injured our niece—as good as your daughter—I terrorised you, I…”

“Did I seem terrorised, husband?” Udonna asked mildly. “I never felt at risk from Koragg.”

His fingers began to wind through her hair again. “No. He couldn’t understand that. I think that’s what kept him from harming you, at first.”

“Only at first?” Leanbow didn’t answer, and she continued, “How much did he know of what we were doing?”

“Nothing. Almost nothing,” he corrected himself. “He knew that you drew strength from Phineas, and that he had not joined them for love of the Master. He knew it was dangerous to keep you alive, and he knew he could not let you go.”

“More than we thought,” Udonna mused. “But the Rebellion? Leelee?”

“No. Nothing of that.” He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. “But Necrolai suspected us. If I don’t return, she’ll know we’re plotting.”

“She already does. Necrolai has command of the Hydiacs. As soon as you’re well, husband, we must fight back, or she will be too deeply entrenched to defeat.”

Leanbow nodded. “In two days, perhaps less, I will be able to fight.”

Udonna didn’t bother asking if he was sure; he’d been a warrior too long not to know his own body. “Good. I will bring the candidates for the wands here tomorrow, then.”

She rose to leave, but he caught at her arm. “Udonna…is the sun up?”

She smiled brilliantly, turning to the nearby window and drawing back the curtain. Sunlight spilled over the end of the bed and Leanbow reached eagerly for it, laughing in delight as it played over his fingers.

“It seems so long since I’ve seen the sun,” he murmured. “Where is Phineas?”

“Around.”

“Waiting outside the door for me to jump you?”

She smiled again. “Something like that.”

“He doesn’t trust me.”

“He’s worried about me. Did you want him?”

“He was engaged on a project for Koragg. Please ask him to check on it.”

“What project?”

“Something to help your Rebellion, I hope.”

“Our Rebellion,” she corrected him gently.

“Our Rebellion,” he agreed.

“Rest now. I’ll speak to Phineas.”

He nodded obediently, but when she looked back he was still playing with the sunlight.








086 Winter

It was snowing lightly. Nick brushed idly at the nearest car, dragging his finger through the thin coating while he waited for Chip to catch up with him.

“It’s freezing!” the younger boy said in surprise, pulling up his hood as he joined Nick. “It’s like winter out here. I didn’t think it could get any colder.”

“Temp’s been dropping the last few days,” Nick agreed. “You sure you’re up for this, man? I can do it myself.”

“Nah, we need two. ‘Specially now Toby’s back. Let’s go, moving will warm us up.”

“Dodging Hydiacs will warm us up,” Nick muttered, but he started towards the field anyway.




As well as the regular food parcels, the Guardians were distributing gloves, scarves, jackets and chemical heat packets. Nick sent Chip to collect them while he was waiting for the food.

“Nick!” Wes was waving from the other side of the field.

Nick sighed, shifting out of the food queue. Wes paced him on the other side of the field, waiting until they were out of hearing range.

“Leelee’s been by every ten minutes. Where’ve you been, man?”

“Drama back at base. What’s going on?”

“Beats me. She doesn’t talk to us, you know that. Can you hang around?”

“We’re freezing to death, man. I gotta get this stuff back. Tell her I’ll be back in a few, ok?”

“Your funeral,” Wes muttered.

“She can come after us if she wants. She knows where we are.”

Wes nodded, passing him a package. “Six of you, right?”

“Eight, now. Nevermind,” he added when Wes turned as if to get more. “We’ll manage. I’ll see you in a while.”

Chip was still queuing; Nick waited patiently, package in hand, until he was done. “Leelee’s looking for me,” he said quietly. “She might follow after us, but if she doesn’t, I’ve got to go back up to find her.”

“What’s she want you for?”

“Who knows. Complain about her mother, probably. Let’s get this stuff back.”

They were almost back to the school before Chip spoke again. “Is it smart to keep jumping every time she tells you to?”

“Leelee’s the only link we have to the Rebellion. She’s the only hope we have of getting out of this.”

“She says she’s working for the Rebellion. We don’t know she is.”

“Slannen vouched for Phineas, and he trusts her. What’s wrong?”

Chip shrugged, eyes on his feet. “It wasn’t a war before.”

“Nick!”

Nick rolled his eyes. “Timing!” He raised a hand to wave to Leelee. “Do you want to go, Chip?”

“No.” Chip shifted his bundle. “I’ll wait for you.” He took Nick’s package, taking two or three steps away.

“I told them to tell you to wait!” Leelee said as soon as she was in range.

“I had to get this stuff home.” He gestured vaguely towards Chip. “What’s wrong?”

“Udonna wants you. She wants to see if the Staff will respond to you.”

“We know the Staff reacts to me.”

Leelee shook her head. “The other one. One of the Mystic Warrior’s staffs. Udonna’s almost ready to go, but we need people to carry them. Where’s Vida?”

“Why?”

“Udonna thinks she might be able to use one as well.”

“How many staffs?” Chip asked suddenly.

“Five,” Nick told him. “Why?”

“Five?” Chip repeated pointedly.

Nick blinked. “That doesn’t make sense. Leelee…anyone can use these staffs?”

“No. There has to be potential.”

“It couldn’t be,” he told Chip.

“Why not?”

“What is it?” Leelee asked.

“There’s eight of us. Zoe’s too young, and there’s Clare. That leaves six.”

“Clare doesn’t need a staff.” Leelee nibbled at a nail. “Will they come?”

Nick looked back at Chip, raising an eyebrow. The younger boy shrugged helplessly. “Wait here,” Nick told her, taking his supplies back from Chip.

“Nick,” Chip muttered.

“Wait,” he told him, scrambling through the gap in the school wall. Chip scowled, following him.
 
 
 
Arrowitsbuttery on February 26th, 2010 03:43 pm (UTC)
I am incredibly disappointed to realize you've only got 12 prompts left and then this is all over. I don't think I've commented yet in the past 88 (what the hell is WRONG with me?), but I've been following this story religiously, and it's so delicious! I don't want to see it go. ;_;
Acting my shoe size: Squeewild_force71 on February 26th, 2010 05:35 pm (UTC)
You haven't commented at all! Bad. If I'd known someone was following I'd have been more careful to post on time! I'll try and keep up in future.

I'm really glad you're enjoying. Maybe when it's all posted I'll go again and write the sequel? Here's hoping the ending doesn't disappoint...

(I love that icon, by the way, with the lj and dw... *very* nice!)