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truthiness_auraTitle: Untitled Stephen wingfic.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Warnings: None.
Pairing: Jon/Stephen friendship.
Author's Notes: Originated on an open thread atfakenews_fanfic; the challenge was movie cliches. My header is the cliche I chose to write about. Written in about half an hour in one shot, but I liked the results enough to want to officially archive it. Only changes are minor copyedits...I'm going to end up writing more in this verse, aren't I.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Warnings: None.
Pairing: Jon/Stephen friendship.
Author's Notes: Originated on an open thread at
fakenews_fanfic; the challenge was movie cliches. My header is the cliche I chose to write about. Written in about half an hour in one shot, but I liked the results enough to want to officially archive it. Only changes are minor copyedits...I'm going to end up writing more in this verse, aren't I.Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Radiation causes mutation not to your future children, but to you, there and then. Mutation is never immediately fatal, but first either makes you into a formless blob, or a functional creature with animal-like features.
"I must warn you, Mr. Stewart, he's very unstable-"
"Do I look like I give a damn? You've had him for twenty-four hours, that's enough to decontaminate him six times over! If I can go in there without dropping dead on the spot, I'm talking to Stephen!"
"Mr. Colbert received a massive dose of solar-based radiation, plus an incidental exposure to avian DNA, as you've heard. It's very complex, we're still trying to stabilize him and treat his symptoms-"
"Oh, I can see you're doing a great job." Jon stepped over a groaning Army medic and paused, surveying the wreckage that littered the hospital hallway. Two more soldiers were kneeling in position, rifles trained on what had, until recently, been the doorway to a private intensive care room. The agent accompanying Jon nodded at them to put up their arms, then attempted to interpose himself between the angry host and the door.
"Mr Stewart, if you go in there, the United States Government-"
Jon brushed by him before he could finish and disappeared through the shattered doorway. "Stephen! Stephen?"
The room was a wreck. The curtains had been half-torn from the windows. Every article of furniture had been overturned; the remains of an IV stand were scattered across the floor. Jon slipped on what he hoped was saline, then regained his footing and lowered his voice. "Stephen, it's Jon. Are you in here?"
There was a shifting sound from behind the hospital bed; there was movement there, beneath the ruins of the pale curtains. Jon crept closer. "Stephen, let me help you." He lifted a corner of cloth and saw an expanse of brown. Brown feathers, barred, curved over a hunched body, and Stephen raised his head from the ground to stare at Jon. Oh God, oh my God, avian DNA, a bald eagle had been on the show, solar radiation, and now Stephen had wings. Stephen had huge wings, like an eagle, like an angel, but his eyes were the same and he was shaking. Jon crept across the floor, reached for his friend's hand and grasped it tightly.
"Holy shit, Stephen."
"I must warn you, Mr. Stewart, he's very unstable-"
"Do I look like I give a damn? You've had him for twenty-four hours, that's enough to decontaminate him six times over! If I can go in there without dropping dead on the spot, I'm talking to Stephen!"
"Mr. Colbert received a massive dose of solar-based radiation, plus an incidental exposure to avian DNA, as you've heard. It's very complex, we're still trying to stabilize him and treat his symptoms-"
"Oh, I can see you're doing a great job." Jon stepped over a groaning Army medic and paused, surveying the wreckage that littered the hospital hallway. Two more soldiers were kneeling in position, rifles trained on what had, until recently, been the doorway to a private intensive care room. The agent accompanying Jon nodded at them to put up their arms, then attempted to interpose himself between the angry host and the door.
"Mr Stewart, if you go in there, the United States Government-"
Jon brushed by him before he could finish and disappeared through the shattered doorway. "Stephen! Stephen?"
The room was a wreck. The curtains had been half-torn from the windows. Every article of furniture had been overturned; the remains of an IV stand were scattered across the floor. Jon slipped on what he hoped was saline, then regained his footing and lowered his voice. "Stephen, it's Jon. Are you in here?"
There was a shifting sound from behind the hospital bed; there was movement there, beneath the ruins of the pale curtains. Jon crept closer. "Stephen, let me help you." He lifted a corner of cloth and saw an expanse of brown. Brown feathers, barred, curved over a hunched body, and Stephen raised his head from the ground to stare at Jon. Oh God, oh my God, avian DNA, a bald eagle had been on the show, solar radiation, and now Stephen had wings. Stephen had huge wings, like an eagle, like an angel, but his eyes were the same and he was shaking. Jon crept across the floor, reached for his friend's hand and grasped it tightly.
"Holy shit, Stephen."
