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CotE Chp18"I don't know what parallel universe you live in, but we've never had anything, let alone something special," Brainy frowned at the captain he almost wanted to cuddle up to Clark for the bonus of annoying Kirk, but regretfully sat up instead, showing his pajama shirt to be a dark purple rather than the brown Clark thought it had been last night. He kept the blanket around his waist, not wanting to give Kirk the satisfaction of seeing his bare legs.
"Merry Christmas Eve to you too," Kirk pouted.
"Christmas Eve," Clark moved to sit up but then laid back down, his head not liking the elevation change. "I've been asleep for that long?"
"Yes," Brainy wanted to pat Clark's hair, as he had while Clark looked distressed in his sleep, but didn't feel like he could now with him awake, let alone in front of Kirk. "Do you think you can eat something?"
Clark was silent as he thought it over, "My stomach seems to think so."
Actually smiling, Kirk walked over to the bed and gave them the tray,
One Last ChanceBrainiac Five was dead. One could argue that, as an android, Brainy had never been alive to begin with but Superman didn't believe that. Brainy ate, drank, and slept; all the things an organic person needed to do to live.
Brainy was Superman's friend and he was dead. And Brainy had been alive, no matter what someone could argue. Brainy could think and have ideas on his own, without some sort of programmer or creator to instruct him. He could get annoyed sometimes rather easily jealous, be sad, excited, he smiled .
Brainy, Superman's friend, was dead: and it was Superman's fault. He chose to destroy the machine Brainy had put himself into, to give Superman a chance to save the others, to save everyone trapped in a perpetual moment of fear. Sacrifice was something only someone alive could understand, or do.
With the machine gone, so was Brainy. Superman found his body, dropped carelessly onto the ground by the machine's destruction. Smoke and debris still swirle
CotE Chp17Superman had never been sick before, only ever having felt any sort of weakness when it came to magic and a red sun, but he imagined this was what dying felt like. It was like all of his muscles were clenching uncontrollably, trying to break his own bones and crush his organs, not relaxing enough to give him full lung capacity until he felt so hot he thought someone must have catapulted him into the sun. Despite the heat, it allowed him to sleep without thinking he wouldn't be waking up again.
He wasn't sure over what span of time it was, but he recalled waking up several times. Or at least he thought he woke up. He couldn't tell because all he could see was blurry green and purple, but he recalled something cool being pressed to his forehead while the rest of him felt so hot.
There were other times when he could have sworn he was holding something against his chest. Something he desperately wanted to hold on to that wouldn't be there the next time he thought he was awake. When Superma
CotE Chp16There were many things Brainy liked about Superman. There were, of course, the aesthetic qualities Superman possessed, such as his mesmerizing eyes and his warming smile. He could, of course, bring up the physical attributes that sometimes made it difficult to hide his desire and forced his steamed-up mind to focus on something else before that desire made itself known physically, but those weren't the qualities currently being presented.
No, at the moment Superman was showing his concern for people's wellbeing and his protective nature. Several times in the past Brainy had been the focus of those engrained traits and, acknowledged only to himself, quite enjoyed the attention. It almost made nearly dying twice and the other sorts of dangers they'd faced together worth it to briefly be in his arms, to touch and be touched with the past's hero's attentiveness focused solely on him.
There was also his farm boy charm; at least that's what Phantom Girl and Lightning Lad someti
CotE Chp15"Spock," Brainy called his attention, and then continued softly in Vulcan when the man turned to him. "Nothing happened. Kirk was actually helpful for once."
"I heard my name," Jim piped in. "Is he telling you how awesome I am?"
"In a manner of speaking," Spock said lowly to him before returning his attention to Brainy. "We shall discuss this further later."
It was very hard not to blush at the thought of talking about what had happened with Spock, of all people or even thinking about it, but Brainy nodded.
"There you are!" Lightning Lad flew over the crowd to him, taking Brainy by the shoulders. "Are you okay? What happened to your clothes? Do I have to kill someone? You're going to kill me, aren't you? I'm so sorry! Oh good, you still have your belt, at least."
Saturn Girl came up behind him and put her hand on his shoulder. "He's alright, you can breathe now."
Taking in a deep breath, Lightning Lad regained some color in his face but didn't let go of Brainy's shoulders
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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