So, this picture will need lots of context, and I'll do my best explaining it without overwhelming you or spoiling future projects I have…. But this will need it or else it won’t make any sense, lol. This is my DC OC, Liliana, her hero name is override, and this isn't the first time I've drawn or introduced her. This is a OC x canon kind of thing, involving her and Metron, however it's pretty one sided. She's a Technomancer who gained the attention of Metron by fixing and evolving a broken Motherbox she found, via a distress signal in space. Metron was also investigating it but when he found the Motherbox, it was beyond repair, that was until Liliana came, and fixed it. His interest was piqued by her unique abilities, which caused him to look into her background using the Mobius chair, in which He discovered information about her parentage. Between both things, his curiosity was at an all time high. Liliana, being the inquisitive person she was, became interested in the Mobius chair, wanting to know everything about it, and thus they made a deal. She would let him study her if he answered her questions. Over time, the relationship between the two became an apprentice to teacher kind of deal…… until it wasn't. Metron had started to fall in love with her ( his own way of love) However, he did his best to hinder the unwanted emotions. But, a new problem became apparent, Liliana had started to outgrow Metron, her need to learn (especially about her parents) had grown past what Metron was willing to offer and what new genesis or earth could teach. So she started to leave all three, eventually meeting her fathers race and a man she started to fancy. Metron did not like this, he attempted to manipulate and control her so she would stay and continue to be his apprentice. (his justification being that since he's the holder of knowledge, he knows best) All of this led to him making multiple big mistakes, ones that Liliana could not forgive, Mistakes that caused a domino. This domino effect resulted in Liliana ripping a part of her spine out creating an illness that's slowly killing her, in order to save earth. Hence the injury/her deathly appearance in the photo, but right before the injury, Liliana had blocked any tech used by Metron and apok/new gen from earth as Metron was trying to get to her. I'm not going to spoil anymore since I'm planning some big projects and this is getting long, but this is the “bad end” as my story uses alternate realities.
Now that context has been provided, it's time for the fun part, the fan fiction!
:A fate woven by threads.
Metron stared at the blurry screen before him, murmuring words of annoyance at the problematic connection his display held. Despite her weakened state, Liliana's natural ability to hinder any technology, especially any of his technology, had weakened his only connection to her. His fingers were twitching in frustration as he quickly thought of ways to bypass it. Once an idea took root, he moved his fingers across the display’s console, pressing the necessary buttons to refocus its connection bringing success. With the display now cleared, Metron’s eyes widened as the concerning image unfolding in front of him. Liliana was hunched over at her desk, obviously unconscious by the looks of it as she was clearly in the middle of reapplying bandages. the open wound on her back refused to heal, laying exposed for him to see. He scowled as his thoughts ran wild with concern as he was unable to do anything but stare. He's been watching her health decline since her injury, her mind becoming worse with the continued deterioration of her nervous system. Based on her sickly appearance, it appeared that her body had finally started to shut down. Metron glared at the screen, with the information entering his mind, his thoughts had started to race as he slammed his fist onto the console causing the screen to shut off. With his other hand, Metron lowered his face into it out of frustration. This was a delicate situation, one that required much thought. Anyone with an ounce of intelligence could tell she didn't have much time left and he had to act fast before it was to late.
He sighed shakily as his guilt ate him alive, this was after all his fault, and he knew it. All because he grew jealous, and didn't ....No, he couldn't admit he fell in love. He furrowed his brows at that thought, love? A combination of chemicals the brain produces to help create young, an emotion he thought useless for himself and thus took no interest in. But now? It plagued him like an illness, one he couldn't cure. With each passing day it grew and at this point it practically mocked him. Mocked him with Images of her, ones where she's smiling, happy, and with him. But these were just that, images. Clearly she wasn't here with him, no, she was in her lab, unconscious and slowly dying. He silently wished he could just watch, to squash these unnecessary feelings. For in theory he shouldn't care about her, in fact he should be fascinated by her slow demise; this was a rare occurrence! A once in a lifetime kind of death, one that should be studied but alas that was not so as he couldn't fathom losing her.
For she was like him, a brilliant mind, one that yearned to learned, yearned to create but was also a mystery, one even he couldn't solve. His thoughts continued to ponder her as she reminded him of the source and just like the source, her creations were woven with the same force and knowledge around them right now, connecting her to the very universe itself. His racing mind finally stilled once he started to slowly look around his lab, realizing he was surrounded by her beautiful creations. The creations he took from her, claiming that he needed them in order to study her better. He felt regret with each device he looked at, even more so when the memory of them arguing appeared in his head.
He cringed as he remembered it vividly, the passionate rage in her, the way they yelled at each other, their hateful words echoing loudly in his mind. It happened right after her injury, she was recovering and she had finally approached him after ignoring him for months. However, what actually started it in the first place was him withholding her own creations as she was trying to leave. But he wouldn't let her, no, instead he in a hopeless attempt to keep her there, withheld them. He used them as a form of bargaining, forcing her to stay and speak to him, even if it was just pointless arguing. He remembers his desperate voice pleading with her, telling her that he could fix her, overlook the foolish errors she made involving Zorak. That things could go back to normal if she came back to him. But it did the opposite, instead it made her furious and that's when he felt an impact hit his face. In her rage, she had slapped him, just as he was about to react, she disappeared. She phased through the technology around them in order to get away, leaving Metron alone. The memory faded away as Metron touched his cheek, a remorseful expression lined his face in remembrance. He noted that it was the last time she touched him, even if it be a violent touch, it was still that, a touch.
All of this… mess, was because of him.
His wandering gaze stopped at the main reason for the said past argument. The evolved motherbox, the one that Liliana created using her powers. With a sigh, Metron got up from his chair, walking until he was right in front of it, His hand hovering over its containment field. Another memory floods his mind, the one where she fixes the motherbox with her bare hands. Weaving its life back into existence by using the energy around her as threads, something he hadn't seen in years. Blinking away the memory, Metron opened the containment field, holding her wondrous creation in his hands. The motherbox whirring softly with despair, mourning the owner it never met. He couldn't just let her die, no, So he did what he did best, he thought of a plan. One that he willed into existence, a plan that would let him weave the same threads of life, just as she did with her motherbox. By knitting the threads of his fate until it spelled her name. intervening in her destined death and bringing her back to him as he loved her with all of his consciousness.
P.s the ship name is hyperlink.
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