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Febuwhump Day 15 - Icarus

“Because I’m me!” Grian shouted the words with a deep and primal anger. Not at Jimmy, no, he had every right to be mad for what Grian had done. No, that anger was directed solely at himself.

Jimmy was running at him full speed, sword in hand, intent on full display. Grian let himself be pushed to the ground, let that sword come to rest against his neck. He leaned into the blade slightly. “Because I’m me.” The words were soft, a single tear sliding down Grian’s face.

It was a truth he had come to expect from himself. And he had tried this time, he had tried to keep himself away so he couldn’t hurt. He hadn’t tried hard enough. He got caught up in the moment, that was his problem. He didn’t care to think about the consequences. And when he did, he found himself wanting. He found himself craving that blood, anything to put a barrier between himself and the pressure.

And here he was, having done it again, for no reason other than the fact that Grian was Grian.

An inevitability.

Jimmy’s blade hung above Grian’s neck, Jimmy’s expression falling at those pained words. “I-I need my time back.” It was stated as a fact, a hint of regret trailing the single drop of blood beading on Grian’s throat.

Grian reached up a hand, grabbing Jimmy’s sword by the blade and holding tight. Blood dripped from his fist. But he didn’t push the weapon away, only stopping it from going any further. Jimmy’s eyes went wide as he tried to pull away, Grian didn’t let him.

“I can’t let you.”

Because Grian was selfish. He deserved the pain, he deserved to give what he had so impulsively taken. That tick tock tick tock tick that echoed softly in the background had never sounded so loud, pounding in time with his heartbeat. He squeezed harder, watching as crimson dripped down.

And then, in one sudden motion, Grian shoved Jimmy aside and stood, slashing his own arm in the process. Everything was red, so many different shades in so many different ways.

“Because I’m me.”

This time, as Grian walked away, those words were a threat.

[dragonsarecool]

Febwhump Day 15 - Body Swap

A/N: Miles, Julian and a malfunctioning transporter. What could go wrong? Set in late season 5.

"How the hell is this my fault?!"

"You're the one who was fiddling with the transporter while we were standing on it!"

"Yeah, 'cause I told you to get off it-"

"Gentlemen," Sisko raised his hands, using one to rub at the tension headache already forming. This is going to be a long day. "Gentlemen, can one of you explain what's going on?"

He'd barely gotten the words out before the Chief and Doctor Bashir recommenced their bickering, and he slammed his palm into the console in front of him. "Gentlemen, I said one of you! Now will someone tell me what the hell happened!"

Bashir ran a frustrated hand through his hair, pointing at the Chief. "He goes and stands on the transporter pad when I've very clearly said I'm fixing it-"

"Doctor?" Sisko interrupted. "You don't fix transporter pads-"

"I'm not Julian! I'm the Chief!"

"And I'm not Miles! I'm Julian!"

Sisko found himself looking back and forth between both men, his brain only becoming more confused by the second. The one time Dax actually takes some leave, and this is what happens.

"…Are you telling me you've swapped bodies?"

"YES!" Both men chorused together.

I'm gonna need another raktajino after all. "I think it'd be best if we continued this discussion in sickbay."

****

"I'm afraid it's true, Captain," Nurse Jabara's voice was glum. She pressed a few buttons before the computer displayed a pair of brains, the details of which made no sense to Sisko. "This is the scan taken from Doctor Bashir's body," She pointed to the left brain before drawing attention to the one on the right, "and this is a scan of Bashir's brain we took after his return from the Gamma Quadrant. Notice how the neural signatures are distinctly different?"

"Meaning this isn't Doctor Bashir?"

"Correct. This neural pattern actually belongs to Chief O'Brien. They're definitely who they say they are."

Sisko's mind was still struggling to comprehend this information. "…How the hell can the transporter do something like this?"

"Your guess is just as good as mine, Captain. We could always ask them-"

"No," Sisko answered hurriedly. "No, I, um…I think we can deal with explanations at another time. Right now, I want to know how to reverse it."

"Once again," Jabara gave him a sly smile, "you'll need to talk to them."

****

"How long have you had this arthritis in your elbow, Chief?" Julian examined the joint in question, testing its flexion and extension.

"Probably longer than you've been alive," Miles half-joked. It was incredibly unnerving looking at himself and hearing his voice, even though it was obvious it was Julian. "It doesn't bother me that much."

"But why didn't you say anything about it? I could've done some neural-"

"Julian," Miles wanted to look anywhere but his own face. "…Sometimes I don't like doctors knowing everything about me."

"What, including this red spot below your nipple?"

Miles bit his tongue, glad that if they ended up back in their own bodies, Julian could experience the pain for himself. "Yes, including that."

"Miles, it could be pre-cancerous-"

"How are we doing, gentlemen?" Sisko interrupted the argument, his arms folded behind him. "I hope you're both feeling up to assisting us with returning you to-"

"YES!" Both men shouted at the same time, before fumbling over each other's sentences.

"Oh my God, please-"

"Miles, we haven't finished-"

"I'm done talking about my nipples, Julian!"

"I'm just trying to help you-"

"So stop talkin' about it!"

"Well, it's not my fault I found out about it-"

"But you shouldn't have gone pokin' around-"

"What do you mean?! I felt it as soon as I woke up!"

Sisko rubbed his forehead with more force than was necessary, and decided he needed a third raktajino before proceeding any further.

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Febwhump2023 - No.15 - Self Sacrifice

They found a nest and wanted to have eggs for lunch. The bird did not like that and chose violence. Bird-meat was added to the meal too.

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Day 15: Hidden Scars (Wind) Another longer one!

Wind rolled across the ground, thoroughly occupied with driving Legend’s face into the dirt. Legend would pay. No one blackmailed Wind, especially not with Wind’s own pictobox! “Give it here!” he snarled through gritted teeth. The words weren’t as serious as he wanted them, because Legend was laughing. Gleefully unbridled chortles without the usual sharp edge. Wind fought to keep an answering grin off his own face, managed to get Legend in an armlock, reached for his pictobox…

Sharp pain exploded high on his side. Wind yelped, letting go, curling around the throb. Too much, unexpected in a friendly tussle, like Aryll accidentally catching him below the belt. Legend froze. It took Wind a moment to realize that had been one of Legend’s knees. “Wind?” Guilt splashed across Legend’s face.

“Nothing,” Wind choked out. “Sorry.”

-

Anyone else would have been able to shrug it off. But a monster with a club got in a lucky, glancing blow to a spot usually covered by his elbow or shield. Pain burst in his side, radiating out along his ribs, and Wind cursed his luck even as he fought not to double over. He heard his name called, snarled, blinked through the tears long enough to finish his foe.

Later, Wind knew what was coming when Hyrule cornered him with a determined request to see his ribs. “It’s nothing,” Wind grumbled, but gave in anyway just to get some peace. He stripped off his outer tunic and lifted his shirt up enough for Hyrule to see. “Just an old scar.” Hyrule’s fingers brushed over it, feather light, but it still sent shocks zinging across half Wind’s torso, following the line of his ribs. Wind flinched. Hyrule’s fingers jerked away.

“Sorry,” he breathed. “It hurts?”

“Only when you put pressure on it.”

“Sorry,” Hyrule said again.

-

Wind liked to think he didn’t have many tells. Tetra and her crew were good for nothing if not training him out of them. Still. There were a few things.

Wind strolled along, dead on his feet and contemplating the chances of Twilight actually carrying him if Wind ran up and jumped on his back right now. They’d been walking all day.

A shadow passed overhead, big enough Wind felt a chill as it briefly blotted out the sun. He jumped. His hand flew, not to his sword, but to his side, wrapping protectively over a spot high on his ribs that his arm usually covered. His head jerked up.

Wild.

Just Wild, passing overhead on his paraglider. Not a bird, big enough and with claws sharp enough to wrap around a pre-teen boy’s ribs and pierce between them…

Wind tore his eyes back down just in time to see Legend and Hyrule exchanging a look. He realized he was still clutching his side. He increased his pace, just wanting to get away from their searching gazes and the probing questions that would no doubt follow, and accidentally shoulder-checked Legend as he did.

“Watch it,” Legend grumbled, half hearted.

“Sorry,” Wind muttered in return, and walked away.

[daydreamingofspace]

DAY 15: ICARUS

Fandom: Star Wars

Rating: G

Warnings: Intense feelings of anger and hate

All his life, he was feared. When he crossed paths with a Jedi, they treated him as if he was going to explode. They even made him feel afraid of his own potential.

But that is over now.

They told him to refrain himself, so learn control over his powers, but just because they are the ones who want to have control over them. They didn’t want him to realise that he is so much more powerful than all of them.

All his life, he has felt as if his hands were tied and his eyes closed.

First, he felt useless. “Everyone must have the same powers as me”, he would think, “boiling inside them as well, but they know how to control them while I don't”.

Then, he felt frustrated. “Why don't they let me learn, I can be so much more”, he would think, full with exasperation.

Lately, he has been feeling angry. Angry at all of the ones who had wanted to keep him controlled, who had thought they could keep him controlled.

The truth was that they feared him, and they were right doing so.

But that is over now.

He is free now, he has almost unlimited power, and for the first time, it feels right. The anger has settled inside him, the wilderness of his powers finally free, and it feels right.

He hates the Jedi and, now, he knows they are all traitors and liars. They told him not to feel his emotions too much because they knew the power behind anger and hate. He feels now much more powerful than he had ever felt.

He has seen the fire that the Force helds, and he has been strong enough to bear it. After all those years of keeping his powers hidden inside him while they fought to be free, it was liberating.

He knows now that the Jedi are all weak, so he will bring that fire to them.

And they will burn.

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