...friday...? O.O;
Jan. 11th, 2008 09:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2Um... I had some stupid monologue in mind, but... well... I'm really tired and my brain seems to have shut down. >_> I almost forgot that it is Friday. O.O It's not the work; that's fine. Interesting and almost fun, so far. It's the drive. 30 miles each way, in traffic. Traffic sucks. And my truck only gets about 24mpg on the highway. =p Still hoping to manage some kind of equilibrium in a week or two.
In the meantime, enjoy. ^___^ Um... or not... don't want to be pushy.... o.^
Less than a minute later, Heero suddenly shot upwards, arcing up and over the speeding truck to loop back and come at it head-on. Duo thought he might actually scream; why had no one warned him that Dragons were fucking *crazy*?!
Heero dropped sharply, vectoring straight down and swapping ends to land feet first on the hood of the truck. The front end slammed down into the pavement; the undercarriage screeched and spit sparks before bouncing up again, and continuing to roll forward, albeit at a much slower speed. The truck swerved and fishtailed as Heero clung to the doorpost, his talons easily piercing the metal. A flash of light erupted from the interior. Heero had folded his wings as soon as he landed; now he punched through the windshield, ripped out the ignition and hauled the driver, screaming, out through the shattered window. With the shrieking driver in one hand, the other clutching the window-frame, Heero dropped one taloned foot to the ground, dug into the asphalt and pivoted the truck to a shuddering stop.
He calmly stepped down from the hood, dragging the man with him, and hauled him across the pavement to drop him in a heap just as the cop cars came to a stop surrounding them. Sheriff’s deputies, highway patrol officers and even local police from the city forty miles away piled out of their cars, guns drawn, all of them yelling at once.
Into the midst of that, Duo roared up and slid to a stop. He leaped over the door and ran toward Heero.
“Change back!” he bellowed. “Heero! Change *back*!” The various cops were already on adrenaline overload; another few seconds and they’d be opening fire on the Wyvern. Everyone kept saying Heero couldn’t be hurt by Humans, but damned if Duo wanted to push that notion right now.
The cops were yelling at Duo now; ordering him to get back, get down, get out of the way.
“Heero! Damn it! Change!”
Heero cocked his head as if the thought had never occurred to him, and then morphed back into his relatively benign form just as Duo flung himself into his arms, wrapping himself around the startled Wyvern.
“Dammit, you lunatic!” Duo yelled and punched Heero in the shoulder. “They thought you were some kind of monster! They could shoot first and ask questions later; don’t you know that?!” He looked down suddenly, at the quivering lump of sobbing miscreant. “And *you*! You stinking fuckwit! You could have killed people!” And he kicked the man firmly in the ass.
Then they were surrounded by police and sheriff’s deputies. To Duo’s relief, one of the deputies remembered them from the mall incident and began an excited explanation to the other officers while Duo and Heero were escorted warily back to their car.
“Will this take long?” Heero demanded. “We have lunch reservations.” The officer blinked at him; Duo face-palmed.
“Um… Heero, I don’t think we’re going to make lunch today.” He glanced at the astonished cop. “We’re going to have to make statements, right?”
“Yeah,” said the cop in a tone that wanted to say “duh!”
Heero grumbled and pulled out his phone to call the restaurant.
“Don’t growl at *me*, lizard-boy; you’re the one who went all cowboy,” Duo huffed back at him. Heero glared at him, but Duo raised his eyebrows.
“Hn. See if I ever get involved again.”
Duo just rolled his eyes.
In the meantime, enjoy. ^___^ Um... or not... don't want to be pushy.... o.^
Less than a minute later, Heero suddenly shot upwards, arcing up and over the speeding truck to loop back and come at it head-on. Duo thought he might actually scream; why had no one warned him that Dragons were fucking *crazy*?!
Heero dropped sharply, vectoring straight down and swapping ends to land feet first on the hood of the truck. The front end slammed down into the pavement; the undercarriage screeched and spit sparks before bouncing up again, and continuing to roll forward, albeit at a much slower speed. The truck swerved and fishtailed as Heero clung to the doorpost, his talons easily piercing the metal. A flash of light erupted from the interior. Heero had folded his wings as soon as he landed; now he punched through the windshield, ripped out the ignition and hauled the driver, screaming, out through the shattered window. With the shrieking driver in one hand, the other clutching the window-frame, Heero dropped one taloned foot to the ground, dug into the asphalt and pivoted the truck to a shuddering stop.
He calmly stepped down from the hood, dragging the man with him, and hauled him across the pavement to drop him in a heap just as the cop cars came to a stop surrounding them. Sheriff’s deputies, highway patrol officers and even local police from the city forty miles away piled out of their cars, guns drawn, all of them yelling at once.
Into the midst of that, Duo roared up and slid to a stop. He leaped over the door and ran toward Heero.
“Change back!” he bellowed. “Heero! Change *back*!” The various cops were already on adrenaline overload; another few seconds and they’d be opening fire on the Wyvern. Everyone kept saying Heero couldn’t be hurt by Humans, but damned if Duo wanted to push that notion right now.
The cops were yelling at Duo now; ordering him to get back, get down, get out of the way.
“Heero! Damn it! Change!”
Heero cocked his head as if the thought had never occurred to him, and then morphed back into his relatively benign form just as Duo flung himself into his arms, wrapping himself around the startled Wyvern.
“Dammit, you lunatic!” Duo yelled and punched Heero in the shoulder. “They thought you were some kind of monster! They could shoot first and ask questions later; don’t you know that?!” He looked down suddenly, at the quivering lump of sobbing miscreant. “And *you*! You stinking fuckwit! You could have killed people!” And he kicked the man firmly in the ass.
Then they were surrounded by police and sheriff’s deputies. To Duo’s relief, one of the deputies remembered them from the mall incident and began an excited explanation to the other officers while Duo and Heero were escorted warily back to their car.
“Will this take long?” Heero demanded. “We have lunch reservations.” The officer blinked at him; Duo face-palmed.
“Um… Heero, I don’t think we’re going to make lunch today.” He glanced at the astonished cop. “We’re going to have to make statements, right?”
“Yeah,” said the cop in a tone that wanted to say “duh!”
Heero grumbled and pulled out his phone to call the restaurant.
“Don’t growl at *me*, lizard-boy; you’re the one who went all cowboy,” Duo huffed back at him. Heero glared at him, but Duo raised his eyebrows.
“Hn. See if I ever get involved again.”
Duo just rolled his eyes.
