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perpetual_motionTitle: Terrified, Maybe
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Green Lantern Corps [DC Comics]
Pairing: Guy/Kyle
Word Count: 237
Rating: PG
Summary: After a battle. Any battle.
Dis: Lies and bullshit, as always.
Author's Notes: Post-"Sinestro Corps War", but not in any particular bit of canon since. This particular piece could fit in well with the last battle on Oa, but it could fit just as easily with about any battle on Oa. Seriously, what's up with the battles on Oa? Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dcu_freeforall. The prompt was "panic".
Terrified, Maybe
By Perpetual Motion
There’s blood on his forehead, and it’s running into his eyes. Guy wipes it away with the back of his hand and looks around. He sees Vath and Sodam and farther away, he spots Soranik bandaging up Arisa. Killowog’s already shoving aside rubble, and a ring zooms within an inch of Guy’s nose.
Lantern 1482 deceased. Scanning Sector 1482 for replacement.
Guy scratches his nose and looks around again. He listens as rings fly by so he can’t hear his pulse hammering in his ears. Sector 23. Sector 1901. Sector 2816.
“Guy!”
And there, finally, is Kyle. He’s on the ground, leg pinned under a beam that Guy thinks might have come from the main bunkhouse. “Hold on,” he says, and points his ring.
Power depleted.
“Crap.” Guy eyes the size of the beam. “Can you—” He cuts off when Kyle grabs his hand.
“Hey,” Kyle says.
“Hey,” Guy replies. He drops to his knees and winces when Kyle wipes the blood from his forehead.
“You’re gonna need stitches, I think.”
“Your leg’s probably broken.”
“We did all right, then,” Kyle says, his smile only slightly false.
“We won,” Guy tells him.
“Yeah.” Kyle leans his head against Guy’s shoulder, sighs, and passes out.
Guy’s fingers shake as he presses them against Kyle’s neck. His pulse is steady. “Wuss,” Guy murmurs into Kyle’s hair. He closes his eyes and waits. Someone will get to them soon.
My Table
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Green Lantern Corps [DC Comics]
Pairing: Guy/Kyle
Word Count: 237
Rating: PG
Summary: After a battle. Any battle.
Dis: Lies and bullshit, as always.
Author's Notes: Post-"Sinestro Corps War", but not in any particular bit of canon since. This particular piece could fit in well with the last battle on Oa, but it could fit just as easily with about any battle on Oa. Seriously, what's up with the battles on Oa? Written for the
dcu_freeforall. The prompt was "panic".Terrified, Maybe
By Perpetual Motion
There’s blood on his forehead, and it’s running into his eyes. Guy wipes it away with the back of his hand and looks around. He sees Vath and Sodam and farther away, he spots Soranik bandaging up Arisa. Killowog’s already shoving aside rubble, and a ring zooms within an inch of Guy’s nose.
Lantern 1482 deceased. Scanning Sector 1482 for replacement.
Guy scratches his nose and looks around again. He listens as rings fly by so he can’t hear his pulse hammering in his ears. Sector 23. Sector 1901. Sector 2816.
“Guy!”
And there, finally, is Kyle. He’s on the ground, leg pinned under a beam that Guy thinks might have come from the main bunkhouse. “Hold on,” he says, and points his ring.
Power depleted.
“Crap.” Guy eyes the size of the beam. “Can you—” He cuts off when Kyle grabs his hand.
“Hey,” Kyle says.
“Hey,” Guy replies. He drops to his knees and winces when Kyle wipes the blood from his forehead.
“You’re gonna need stitches, I think.”
“Your leg’s probably broken.”
“We did all right, then,” Kyle says, his smile only slightly false.
“We won,” Guy tells him.
“Yeah.” Kyle leans his head against Guy’s shoulder, sighs, and passes out.
Guy’s fingers shake as he presses them against Kyle’s neck. His pulse is steady. “Wuss,” Guy murmurs into Kyle’s hair. He closes his eyes and waits. Someone will get to them soon.
My Table
