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morgynleri) wrote2007-11-29 06:35 pm
morgynleri) wrote2007-11-29 06:35 pm
Fantasies; Torchwood; R
Note: Any resemblence to real people of those who fall through the Rift with Morgyn is entirely coincidental. Also, I've no bleeding clue who's going to be at Shore Leave thirty. There is no guest list for it yet. I just chose the next one 'cause it's easy for the self-indulgence angle.
Part 1
Chapter Rating: PG13
Chapter Warnings: violence, personal fantasy, deliberately unbeta'd
Fantasies
"Don't know, not sure, and no we're bloody not."
"Michael's taking a nap, and Branwen's keeping an eye on him." Morgyn settled into the chair again, running one hand through her hair. "Let's try to get at least part of this recorded for the rest of the world to see."
"Camer's ready when you're ready." Tony toggled the camera back on as Morgyn took a deep breath to center herself.
"Ok. We recording?"
Tony nodded, and Morgyn closed her eyes a moment, before opening them to stare at the camera.
"There were thirteen of us who fell through the Void, four of us who made it to Wales, and I am the only one who survived long enough to come home, and tell this story. It all began in front of the autograph table of John Barrowman, at Shore Leave thirty. We're not sure what happened, but I know I was asking for his autograph when everything went white, then black, then white again...."
~ ~~ ~
Morgyn stared for a second at the chaos around her before adreneline kicked in, and she bolted, mud splattering onto her jeans and robes as she ran away from the battle around her. She could hear screams, high-pitched and terrified, as the other fans who had been near her realized the danger, and she ground her teeth, raising her voice as she forced herself to stop, to turn back.
"OI! THIS WAY!" She didn't stay still long, nearly tripping over her robes as she turned to run once more, snarling with frustration as she gathered them up, tucking the ends into the straps of her backpack. Where, when, and how the hell do I get out of this in one piece?
The clash of steel gave her one clue, the whistling of arrows through the air, the thud of one into the ground in front of her foot gave her a second. Mist and rain, mud and horses with men in armor fighting unmounted men with none. Somewhen before the invention of guns, though where she wasn't sure, unable to understand any of the shouts around her.
The arrows worried her the most, images of people looking likepincushions dancing through her head as she stumbled in the deepening mud, struggling just to escape the battle. There weren't as many people around her as she expected, and she thought for a moment that perhaps she was near the edge of it, before another stumble made her focus on the footing in front of her.
A yelp of pain nearby made her glance back, and pause, turning back long enough to loop an arm around the shoulders of a younger woman in a t-shirt and shorts, with an arrow now protruding from her thigh, blood flowing down her leg.
"Come on, come on, keep moving. We got to get out of here." She glanced at the name tag the girl wore, trying to keep them moving despite the whimpers of pain from Jenni. "You're going to be fine, Jenni, just keep moving."
"What happened, where are we? We're going to die, aren't we?" Jenni babbled, though she struggled to keep up with Morgyn, clinging to her with a strength born of desperation.
"Don't know, not sure, and no we're bloody not. We're not going to die." Morgyn spotted trees looming out of the mist with a sense of victory, urging Jenni to move faster. "Just stay with me, and trust me. We're not going to die." She put as much conviction as she could into the words, determined that it would be the truth. Somehow.
"But..."
Morgyn shifted Jenni so she leaned against a tree, holding her gaze a moment. "Right now, all that matters is that you don't for a minute think you're going to die. Focus on surviving, think about what you're going to do when we get back."
Jenni whimpered, but nodded, the fear still there in her eyes. "Promise?"
"My word on it. We'll find a way back. No matter what it takes us." Morgyn let certainty show in her face, though she doubted their ability to do more than survive, where and whenever they were. It was the concept of not being in the same when that disturbed her most. That's what you get for being part of a fandom where time travel is canon and accepted. You don't just worry about where or what when something fucking strange happens. You worry about when, and if the Doctor - or some other alien - is involved.
"Now, come on. We got to keep moving. We don't want to stay any closer to the battle than we have to if we can help it."
Jenni shivered, and wrapped her arm over Morgyn's shoulders so she could better help support her own weight. "I want to go home. This is not what I signed up for."
"Ditto. And when I find out who did the special effects, I'm going to make them pay for cleaning the mud out of my clothes." Morgyn shared a chuckle with Jenni, the two moving as fast as possible through the thickening stand of trees. "So, who's your favorite character on Torchwood? Other than Jack?"
Part 3
Part 1
Chapter Rating: PG13
Chapter Warnings: violence, personal fantasy, deliberately unbeta'd
"Don't know, not sure, and no we're bloody not."
"Michael's taking a nap, and Branwen's keeping an eye on him." Morgyn settled into the chair again, running one hand through her hair. "Let's try to get at least part of this recorded for the rest of the world to see."
"Camer's ready when you're ready." Tony toggled the camera back on as Morgyn took a deep breath to center herself.
"Ok. We recording?"
Tony nodded, and Morgyn closed her eyes a moment, before opening them to stare at the camera.
"There were thirteen of us who fell through the Void, four of us who made it to Wales, and I am the only one who survived long enough to come home, and tell this story. It all began in front of the autograph table of John Barrowman, at Shore Leave thirty. We're not sure what happened, but I know I was asking for his autograph when everything went white, then black, then white again...."
Morgyn stared for a second at the chaos around her before adreneline kicked in, and she bolted, mud splattering onto her jeans and robes as she ran away from the battle around her. She could hear screams, high-pitched and terrified, as the other fans who had been near her realized the danger, and she ground her teeth, raising her voice as she forced herself to stop, to turn back.
"OI! THIS WAY!" She didn't stay still long, nearly tripping over her robes as she turned to run once more, snarling with frustration as she gathered them up, tucking the ends into the straps of her backpack. Where, when, and how the hell do I get out of this in one piece?
The clash of steel gave her one clue, the whistling of arrows through the air, the thud of one into the ground in front of her foot gave her a second. Mist and rain, mud and horses with men in armor fighting unmounted men with none. Somewhen before the invention of guns, though where she wasn't sure, unable to understand any of the shouts around her.
The arrows worried her the most, images of people looking likepincushions dancing through her head as she stumbled in the deepening mud, struggling just to escape the battle. There weren't as many people around her as she expected, and she thought for a moment that perhaps she was near the edge of it, before another stumble made her focus on the footing in front of her.
A yelp of pain nearby made her glance back, and pause, turning back long enough to loop an arm around the shoulders of a younger woman in a t-shirt and shorts, with an arrow now protruding from her thigh, blood flowing down her leg.
"Come on, come on, keep moving. We got to get out of here." She glanced at the name tag the girl wore, trying to keep them moving despite the whimpers of pain from Jenni. "You're going to be fine, Jenni, just keep moving."
"What happened, where are we? We're going to die, aren't we?" Jenni babbled, though she struggled to keep up with Morgyn, clinging to her with a strength born of desperation.
"Don't know, not sure, and no we're bloody not. We're not going to die." Morgyn spotted trees looming out of the mist with a sense of victory, urging Jenni to move faster. "Just stay with me, and trust me. We're not going to die." She put as much conviction as she could into the words, determined that it would be the truth. Somehow.
"But..."
Morgyn shifted Jenni so she leaned against a tree, holding her gaze a moment. "Right now, all that matters is that you don't for a minute think you're going to die. Focus on surviving, think about what you're going to do when we get back."
Jenni whimpered, but nodded, the fear still there in her eyes. "Promise?"
"My word on it. We'll find a way back. No matter what it takes us." Morgyn let certainty show in her face, though she doubted their ability to do more than survive, where and whenever they were. It was the concept of not being in the same when that disturbed her most. That's what you get for being part of a fandom where time travel is canon and accepted. You don't just worry about where or what when something fucking strange happens. You worry about when, and if the Doctor - or some other alien - is involved.
"Now, come on. We got to keep moving. We don't want to stay any closer to the battle than we have to if we can help it."
Jenni shivered, and wrapped her arm over Morgyn's shoulders so she could better help support her own weight. "I want to go home. This is not what I signed up for."
"Ditto. And when I find out who did the special effects, I'm going to make them pay for cleaning the mud out of my clothes." Morgyn shared a chuckle with Jenni, the two moving as fast as possible through the thickening stand of trees. "So, who's your favorite character on Torchwood? Other than Jack?"
Part 3
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