Don't kill my childhood!
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keire_keChildhood fandoms, acceptable ficcing fodder, or untouchable, precious memories? Discuss.
[chronicles of narnia -- intermediary]
“Your Majesty, with your leave, his Majesty King Edmund has sent me to tell you,” Reepicheep says, “that your conduct is ridiculous, and he strongly urges you to reconsider your stance and behave as behoves your royal person.”
“Well, you can tell his Majesty King Edmund that if he has something to tell me, he knows where to find me, and tell me in person, or otherwise tell him to keep his mouth shut, or I will have him keelhauled.”
*****
“Your Majesty, if I may, his Majesty King Caspian has requested that I rely to you that he has no intention of heeding your sensible advice and he might be inclined to drastic reactions. Furthermore, he would rather you dispense your sound advice personally.”
“Tell him I have no intention of talking to him until he gets his act together, grows up and stops acting like a spoiled brat! By the Lion, are we schoolboys, or are we kings?”
*****
“His Majesty King Edmund has doubts as to your conduct and advises you to consider your age and obligations, sire.”
“I am considering my age. I am doing exactly what my age and my honour requires me to do. As to my obligations I need not be reminded of them by someone who relinquished his after a mere fifteen years.”
*****
“His Majesty King Caspian finds that his conduct is becoming of both his age and his position,” Reepicheep said, though in truth he was siding with King Edmund on the issue, “and furthermore he is doing no more than his honour requires.” He isn’t quite sure what it is supposed to mean, but evidently King Edmund has an idea, as he looks away.
“Tell Caspian he is an idiot, then.”
*****
“His Majesty King Edmund,” Reepicheep starts and wonders how to phrase it. “If I may quote directly?” King Caspian makes no move. He isn’t even looking at him, but stares out the window listlessly. Reepicheep takes the silence for consent. “His Majesty said, ‘Tell Caspian he is an idiot’.”
That turns the King’s head, kindles fire in his gaze, which is a welcome change after the emptiness. He raises from his perch and throws a punch at the woodwork, indubitably damaging his hand in the process. There is a faint smear of blood on the panels, one that Reepicheep smells rather than sees.
He wonders what is it that has come between the two monarchs, and how serious it was. Surely, it was nothing that young men were prone to arguing about, as the argument was fiery on the surface alone, while its core was submerged in sorrow.
“Tell Edmund,” King Caspian says, “that I will not withdraw my words. Tell him…” he trails of and sits back down. “I don’t know. Tell him whatever you like.”
*****
“You Majesty, if I may be so bold as to speak freely?”
“Please, Reep.”
“I think you are both fools,” Reepicheep says, and truly it is bold, as it would be well within the king’s right to throw him overboard for the presumption. “I am just a mouse, a humble knight at that, and I have no knowledge of what had transpired between you, but I see that whatever did must be wrong, for you are both suffering for it, and when it is wrong, how can you pursue such an argument?”
Edmund gives him a long look and smiles sadly. “Wrong? Reepicheep, the worst arguments, at least the most painful ones, are those in which both sides are in the right.”
“Then, you think His Majesty is justified in his actions?”
“No, certainly not. He is right, though, and I’m thankful for it, but Lady Justice is, I’m afraid, on my side. Tell Caspian that, if you would be so kind.”
The king grasps the rope ladder and climbs to the crow’s nest, leaving Reepicheep quite confused.
*****
“Your Majesty, his Majesty King Edmund has requested me to say he agrees with your position, and he is grateful for it,” Reepicheep says, quite puzzled, especially when King Caspian’s head swivels and his dark eyes bore into his. “But he has also said he considers the Lady Justice to be on his side.”
King Caspian laughs. “He would say that, wouldn’t he.”
“Sire, I do not understand, how can you be right, and have justice against you?”
“I wish I could tell you. It’s a mystery, Reep.”
Reepicheep still doesn’t understand, but he supposes this is something for the humans to concern themselves with, not him. “His Majesty is in the crow’s nest,” he says and leaves the king to his thoughts. He is not surprised when, a few minutes later, the king emerges from his cabin and steps to the ladder to the crow’s nest.
Once again, he finds himself thanking the Lion that he is but a mouse, and therefore must never choose between what is just and what is right.
[saiyukiTrek -- do not go gently into the night]
“The fuck do you want?” Sanzo growled when Hakkai stopped and peered over his shoulder at the datapad.
“I came to enquire about the reason for your presence on this ship.”
“I volunteered.”
“Oh.”
“Why do you care?”
“I have been informed that this is an alternative to prison, or so seemed the implication.”
“You have been informed? And the fact that you got assigned here for murdering a mildly antagonistic crew of sentient beings told you nothing?”
Hakkai blinked and Sanzo snorted. “Let me then reliably inform you that I have just lost most of my faith in the deductive abilities of Vulcans. Congratulations.”
“You seem upset,” Hakkai observed.
“You’re fucking right I’m upset. I have three nurses to make do with, and one intern. One. Intern. The fuck is this, one man teaching hospital? Are they fucking insane?”
“Ah. What about the equipment?”
“That, at least, along with supplies, I have aplenty. Do you fancy a transfusion?”
“Not presently, thank you.”
“Suit yourself.” Sanzo frowned some more, tapped a few more keys, growled. “What the blazing radioactive neutron stars,” he hissed. “The fucking moron endorsed it! I’m gonna fucking kill him.”
“Him?”
“The captain.”
“Ah. I have come because you failed to respond to the call to the bridge.”
“I’m not a lapdog, tell him to go fuck himself.”
“You are, however, a chief medical officer-”
“Only medical officer, and according to the list also a second science officer. How does that make you feel?”
“Your presence is therefore requested, as you are part of the high command of the vessel.”
“Fuck that.”
“Did you at least notice we have departed from the docking station?”
“I’m not a moron.”
“The captain wishes to address the crew and he requested that you be present.”
Sanzo rolled his eyes but dropped the datapad. “For his sake, he’d better have something terribly important to impart.”
Medical Bay was on level three, the bridge took up all there was of level one. The communication between both was surprisingly swift. Sanzo stepped into the bridge glaring at all that was breathing therein, and he was mildly placated to find that most of the crew were species unlikely to get themselves physically damaged. Only the communications officer (fuck, it was Gojyo. As if Sanzo needed more reminding the gods hated him) and the captain were human.
Of fucking course.
“You need me here, for some reason.”
“Hi, you’re the medical officer?”
“I don’t know, is anyone else here wearing a blue blazer?”
The captain, conversely the only person on the bridge to be clad in honey-yellow, blinked. Curiously, the colour of his shirt matched the colour of his eyes. Of course, the eyes were bright, wide, framed with an attractive fall of golden-brown hair, and altogether indicating they would all die within a fortnight. “Genjo Sanzo?”
“Make it quick, I have the clusterfuck of a medical to organise.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“What isn’t?” Sanzo started, then forced himself into accuracy. “The equipment and supplies are more than adequate, and of supreme quality,” no fucking kidding, they got diagnostic machines the flag ship was panting for! “it is staffing that concerns me. I seem to be the only qualified doctor on board, which is irresponsible.”
“I was sure there was another-”
“He’s an intern. Or she’s an intern. I can’t remember, or didn’t notice, if it specified the gender.”
“Oh.”
“Only three nurses as well, which leads me to conclude you were not exactly thinking straight when you endorsed the whole deal.”
The captain bit his lower lip and looked away. “I wasn’t given a whole lot of choice.” He turned, flopped into the command chair -- what the radioactive fuck, Sanzo groused, what kind of a captain flops into a chair! -- and flipped a switch. “Lieutenant Kougaji, I would like to address the whole ship, please.”
The lights dimmed and Sanzo caught Gojyo’s eye, while rolling his in a manner that his physiology made possible and Gojyo’s found deeply unsavoury. He smirked at the slight green tinge to the man’s face.
“Good morning,” the captain said. “This is the captain speaking. We are now shifting into unified standard time, it’s 6 am, stardate 17328.2. Um, the course is… weird and we are likely to run into a lot of trouble. The chief medical officer would like to inform you that getting hurt is not advised, as we have very little medical staff. If anyone has training in the area, volunteering would be super.”
It was no exaggeration to say Sanzo listened to this with his mouth open.
“Officially, we are to document what we find, but I think no one is waiting for the reports, so I wish you all a pleasant flight, I guess.” He waved at the pilot, who killed the transmission (looking as stunned as Sanzo felt), and leaned back.
“That was quite possibly the worst introductory speech in the history of mankind.”
“Not the universe?” the captain perked up visibly.
“Far as I recall the Vulcan’s still hold the record with Sallok’s ‘my mind demands we abandon this quest, but we shall preserve, though it is against nature, logic and common sense -- I can only hope we shall be slaughtered for the offence. Onward!’” Gojyo said from the other end. “No offence to the Vulcans present.”
“None taken.”
“Is that how you plan to solve our understaffed medical? With volunteers?”
“Well, we are totally understaffed, anyway,” the captain said with a shrug. “I think engineering had ten people, security twice that, canteen and maintenance has to make do with nineteen.”
“Nineteen.”
“Yeah.”
“Someone is fucking kidding me,” Sanzo said. “The ship’s supposed to hold a staff of a hundred fifty!”
“I know,” the captain said. He pulled his legs up so that he could cross the in the chair. “It kinda sucks.”
“Kinda sucks. Where the hell did they find you, the slums of Mograrr’dish?”
“Huh?”
“Whatever. I’ll be in medical, if anyone needs me.” Across the room Gojyo grinned and Sanzo chucked a pen at him. “But if anyone show up with anything less than a life-threatening alien virus, they are getting stabbed.”
[chronicles of narnia -- intermediary]
“Your Majesty, with your leave, his Majesty King Edmund has sent me to tell you,” Reepicheep says, “that your conduct is ridiculous, and he strongly urges you to reconsider your stance and behave as behoves your royal person.”
“Well, you can tell his Majesty King Edmund that if he has something to tell me, he knows where to find me, and tell me in person, or otherwise tell him to keep his mouth shut, or I will have him keelhauled.”
*****
“Your Majesty, if I may, his Majesty King Caspian has requested that I rely to you that he has no intention of heeding your sensible advice and he might be inclined to drastic reactions. Furthermore, he would rather you dispense your sound advice personally.”
“Tell him I have no intention of talking to him until he gets his act together, grows up and stops acting like a spoiled brat! By the Lion, are we schoolboys, or are we kings?”
*****
“His Majesty King Edmund has doubts as to your conduct and advises you to consider your age and obligations, sire.”
“I am considering my age. I am doing exactly what my age and my honour requires me to do. As to my obligations I need not be reminded of them by someone who relinquished his after a mere fifteen years.”
*****
“His Majesty King Caspian finds that his conduct is becoming of both his age and his position,” Reepicheep said, though in truth he was siding with King Edmund on the issue, “and furthermore he is doing no more than his honour requires.” He isn’t quite sure what it is supposed to mean, but evidently King Edmund has an idea, as he looks away.
“Tell Caspian he is an idiot, then.”
*****
“His Majesty King Edmund,” Reepicheep starts and wonders how to phrase it. “If I may quote directly?” King Caspian makes no move. He isn’t even looking at him, but stares out the window listlessly. Reepicheep takes the silence for consent. “His Majesty said, ‘Tell Caspian he is an idiot’.”
That turns the King’s head, kindles fire in his gaze, which is a welcome change after the emptiness. He raises from his perch and throws a punch at the woodwork, indubitably damaging his hand in the process. There is a faint smear of blood on the panels, one that Reepicheep smells rather than sees.
He wonders what is it that has come between the two monarchs, and how serious it was. Surely, it was nothing that young men were prone to arguing about, as the argument was fiery on the surface alone, while its core was submerged in sorrow.
“Tell Edmund,” King Caspian says, “that I will not withdraw my words. Tell him…” he trails of and sits back down. “I don’t know. Tell him whatever you like.”
*****
“You Majesty, if I may be so bold as to speak freely?”
“Please, Reep.”
“I think you are both fools,” Reepicheep says, and truly it is bold, as it would be well within the king’s right to throw him overboard for the presumption. “I am just a mouse, a humble knight at that, and I have no knowledge of what had transpired between you, but I see that whatever did must be wrong, for you are both suffering for it, and when it is wrong, how can you pursue such an argument?”
Edmund gives him a long look and smiles sadly. “Wrong? Reepicheep, the worst arguments, at least the most painful ones, are those in which both sides are in the right.”
“Then, you think His Majesty is justified in his actions?”
“No, certainly not. He is right, though, and I’m thankful for it, but Lady Justice is, I’m afraid, on my side. Tell Caspian that, if you would be so kind.”
The king grasps the rope ladder and climbs to the crow’s nest, leaving Reepicheep quite confused.
*****
“Your Majesty, his Majesty King Edmund has requested me to say he agrees with your position, and he is grateful for it,” Reepicheep says, quite puzzled, especially when King Caspian’s head swivels and his dark eyes bore into his. “But he has also said he considers the Lady Justice to be on his side.”
King Caspian laughs. “He would say that, wouldn’t he.”
“Sire, I do not understand, how can you be right, and have justice against you?”
“I wish I could tell you. It’s a mystery, Reep.”
Reepicheep still doesn’t understand, but he supposes this is something for the humans to concern themselves with, not him. “His Majesty is in the crow’s nest,” he says and leaves the king to his thoughts. He is not surprised when, a few minutes later, the king emerges from his cabin and steps to the ladder to the crow’s nest.
Once again, he finds himself thanking the Lion that he is but a mouse, and therefore must never choose between what is just and what is right.
[saiyukiTrek -- do not go gently into the night]
“The fuck do you want?” Sanzo growled when Hakkai stopped and peered over his shoulder at the datapad.
“I came to enquire about the reason for your presence on this ship.”
“I volunteered.”
“Oh.”
“Why do you care?”
“I have been informed that this is an alternative to prison, or so seemed the implication.”
“You have been informed? And the fact that you got assigned here for murdering a mildly antagonistic crew of sentient beings told you nothing?”
Hakkai blinked and Sanzo snorted. “Let me then reliably inform you that I have just lost most of my faith in the deductive abilities of Vulcans. Congratulations.”
“You seem upset,” Hakkai observed.
“You’re fucking right I’m upset. I have three nurses to make do with, and one intern. One. Intern. The fuck is this, one man teaching hospital? Are they fucking insane?”
“Ah. What about the equipment?”
“That, at least, along with supplies, I have aplenty. Do you fancy a transfusion?”
“Not presently, thank you.”
“Suit yourself.” Sanzo frowned some more, tapped a few more keys, growled. “What the blazing radioactive neutron stars,” he hissed. “The fucking moron endorsed it! I’m gonna fucking kill him.”
“Him?”
“The captain.”
“Ah. I have come because you failed to respond to the call to the bridge.”
“I’m not a lapdog, tell him to go fuck himself.”
“You are, however, a chief medical officer-”
“Only medical officer, and according to the list also a second science officer. How does that make you feel?”
“Your presence is therefore requested, as you are part of the high command of the vessel.”
“Fuck that.”
“Did you at least notice we have departed from the docking station?”
“I’m not a moron.”
“The captain wishes to address the crew and he requested that you be present.”
Sanzo rolled his eyes but dropped the datapad. “For his sake, he’d better have something terribly important to impart.”
Medical Bay was on level three, the bridge took up all there was of level one. The communication between both was surprisingly swift. Sanzo stepped into the bridge glaring at all that was breathing therein, and he was mildly placated to find that most of the crew were species unlikely to get themselves physically damaged. Only the communications officer (fuck, it was Gojyo. As if Sanzo needed more reminding the gods hated him) and the captain were human.
Of fucking course.
“You need me here, for some reason.”
“Hi, you’re the medical officer?”
“I don’t know, is anyone else here wearing a blue blazer?”
The captain, conversely the only person on the bridge to be clad in honey-yellow, blinked. Curiously, the colour of his shirt matched the colour of his eyes. Of course, the eyes were bright, wide, framed with an attractive fall of golden-brown hair, and altogether indicating they would all die within a fortnight. “Genjo Sanzo?”
“Make it quick, I have the clusterfuck of a medical to organise.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“What isn’t?” Sanzo started, then forced himself into accuracy. “The equipment and supplies are more than adequate, and of supreme quality,” no fucking kidding, they got diagnostic machines the flag ship was panting for! “it is staffing that concerns me. I seem to be the only qualified doctor on board, which is irresponsible.”
“I was sure there was another-”
“He’s an intern. Or she’s an intern. I can’t remember, or didn’t notice, if it specified the gender.”
“Oh.”
“Only three nurses as well, which leads me to conclude you were not exactly thinking straight when you endorsed the whole deal.”
The captain bit his lower lip and looked away. “I wasn’t given a whole lot of choice.” He turned, flopped into the command chair -- what the radioactive fuck, Sanzo groused, what kind of a captain flops into a chair! -- and flipped a switch. “Lieutenant Kougaji, I would like to address the whole ship, please.”
The lights dimmed and Sanzo caught Gojyo’s eye, while rolling his in a manner that his physiology made possible and Gojyo’s found deeply unsavoury. He smirked at the slight green tinge to the man’s face.
“Good morning,” the captain said. “This is the captain speaking. We are now shifting into unified standard time, it’s 6 am, stardate 17328.2. Um, the course is… weird and we are likely to run into a lot of trouble. The chief medical officer would like to inform you that getting hurt is not advised, as we have very little medical staff. If anyone has training in the area, volunteering would be super.”
It was no exaggeration to say Sanzo listened to this with his mouth open.
“Officially, we are to document what we find, but I think no one is waiting for the reports, so I wish you all a pleasant flight, I guess.” He waved at the pilot, who killed the transmission (looking as stunned as Sanzo felt), and leaned back.
“That was quite possibly the worst introductory speech in the history of mankind.”
“Not the universe?” the captain perked up visibly.
“Far as I recall the Vulcan’s still hold the record with Sallok’s ‘my mind demands we abandon this quest, but we shall preserve, though it is against nature, logic and common sense -- I can only hope we shall be slaughtered for the offence. Onward!’” Gojyo said from the other end. “No offence to the Vulcans present.”
“None taken.”
“Is that how you plan to solve our understaffed medical? With volunteers?”
“Well, we are totally understaffed, anyway,” the captain said with a shrug. “I think engineering had ten people, security twice that, canteen and maintenance has to make do with nineteen.”
“Nineteen.”
“Yeah.”
“Someone is fucking kidding me,” Sanzo said. “The ship’s supposed to hold a staff of a hundred fifty!”
“I know,” the captain said. He pulled his legs up so that he could cross the in the chair. “It kinda sucks.”
“Kinda sucks. Where the hell did they find you, the slums of Mograrr’dish?”
“Huh?”
“Whatever. I’ll be in medical, if anyone needs me.” Across the room Gojyo grinned and Sanzo chucked a pen at him. “But if anyone show up with anything less than a life-threatening alien virus, they are getting stabbed.”
