FINALS ARE OVER. LET CELEBRATIONS COMMENCE.

[splinteredstar]

So. Yeah. Finals are over. Room is half exploded with extra stuff. Must make it habitable... tomorrow.

Stealing a book from edmondia's library.... DRABBLE REQUEST TIME.

(also clearly capslock time.)  I've been in FF7 lately, but besides that, y'all know my fandoms.

Throw something at me, and hopefully I won't take six months on it this time!

Comments

[saint-archie.livejournal.com]

How about this Watchmen AU?

"The Surprising Adventures Of Kovacs & Son - Nazi Hunters!"

[starsplinter.livejournal.com]

Okay. I couldn't decide if I should make it funny or angsty. So I didn't, and did one of each.



What He Would Have wanted:

"Daddy! Daddy!" Walter yelled, jumping into his father's lap in the cockpit of their warriorbot. "I saw a cyborg Hitler! Can I push the button this time? Can I?"

Tall and strong, with the American flag tattooed on his arm, his father smiled. "Of course. We have to stay vigilant, or else the Nazis and the commies will take over!" Walter nodded in agreement with the seriousness only a child can manage. "Now, the button for the eyebeams is the big red one. I'll drive."

Smiling like he'd just been given a puppy that barked rainbows, Walter settled into his father's lap as the Trumanbot 6000 whirred into life.



What Probably Would have Happened:

Walter huddled under the leaves of some horrible plant, flushed as red as his hair either from the heat or the fever he hadn't wanted to admit he had, because he knew this would happpen. He knew he would be left behind with the bugs and the snakes and the cannibals and the pygmies....

He pulled the leaves over himself tighter. He'd rather be out there, helping his father hunt down the Nazi Rats that hide here where the cowardly Europeans wouldn't touch them... and Father said he was so close to finding one of the worst of them, the Mad Doctor he told stories of to keep Walter in his bed at night. He'd creep through the camps, with scalpels on his fingers and knives in his mouth, syringes full of dye and acid tucked in his bloodstained coat...

There was shuffling in the plants, drops splattering and animals scattering. Walter crouched down, but he wasn't shivering, wasn't afraid of snakes or cannibals or the Doctor with his gleaming knives....

"Boy!" Walter jerked, and stood up, smiling and pushing his cover away. There was a tall red-haired man there - Walter's father, as he was most familiar: frowning at the sins of the world and splattered with foreigner's blood. "It wasn't him. Time to move again." His father picked him up and held him to his chest as they tromped through the jungle.

"Next time, right daddy?"

A grunt. "Sure, boy. Just keep up."