Hyperlexia

Hybrid children watch the sea; Pray for Father, roaming free…

And you guys thought I only wrote Tron fic.

Surprise!  Hyperlexia is a multifandom blog, and my recent steamroller reread of the A Song of Ice and Fire books has had me on a bit of a kick.  And this…well I can’t really call it a bunny, can I, but it sure bit hard and wouldn’t let go. (…that’s probably a really bad sign, considering…)

Anyway, have a drabble.  Warnings: 100% book-based and centered around a moderately minor character (come on, this IS me we’re talking about here), but if you’ve seen up through S2 of Game of Thrones it should still make enough sense to be readable.  It’s also, technically, a crossover of sorts.  See if you can guess with what.

Blah blah blah, 4 am, no beta, etc. etc.

What is Dead May Never Die

Euron Greyjoy has a reputation for being mad.  

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And if my day keeps going this way I just might break something tonight

For TehKittyKat, who requested: “Can I just have Yori punching someone? Lots of people deserve a punch from Yori!”

You get two for the price of one.  Because I love you.

Not Without Incident

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Dyson and his squad of Black Guards are regulars at the End of Line, and no-one likes them.  If it were up to Eckert, he’d have the whole lot of them barred.  Zuse, however, was always quick to remind him  that Dyson was considered a VIP, and that the End of Line had just been recompiled a cycle ago after that terrible incident with the rogue System Monitor, and that he’d very much like to keep it that way.  So Eckert minds his own business—the End of Line is nominally neutral ground, after all—and makes the occasional curled-lip sneer at Dyson behind his back.

The small woman with the short dark hair and loose belted jacket with the hood is also a regular, although a far less frequent one, these days.  Usually she keeps to herself at the far end of the bar, and so rarely speaks to anyone at all that most patrons tend to forget that she’s there.

Tonight, however, is different.

“Do I know you?” Dyson asks, quirking an eyebrow as the woman approaches.

The woman smiles, a tight, icy little smile.  ”Yes,” she replies.  ”You do.”

The woman’s fist flashes out before the former Security lieutenant can mark her movement.  It catches him square in the jaw, sending him head-over-heels backward over the table and into two of his men.

By the time that Dyson is able to right himself, Yori is gone.

I May Have Deserved That

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“What the hell did you do to yourself??” Lora exclaims.  ”You got blood all over my terminal!”

“I had the funkiesht dream,” Flynn answers drunkenly, holding the sleeve of his jacket over his his still-bleeding nose.  ”An’ he was there, an’ you were there, and I kished you, and you punched me!  Wight in da nobe.”  

Alan snorts, and Lora rolls her eyes, grabbing Flynn by the forearm not engaged in trying to stem the nasal hemorrhaging (the printout proclaiming Dillinger’s perfidy is still clutched in his free hand) and dragging him to his feet.  ”Come on, let’s get the hell out of here while we still can.”

“Todally worf it,” Flynn mumbles as they make for the elevator, and wonders why he’s surprised when Lora punches him in the back of the head.

All alone by the telephone

For Omnicat, who requested: “I will not pretend I am not predictable: YORI and her link to Able.”

Hahahahaha “five sentences” I said. /casually drowns self

Call Me, Call Me

Confusion creeps inside me, ranin’ down

Got to get to you; but I don’t know how

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“Please, Able, it’s been so long…if I could just talk to him, hear his voice…”

Able closes his eyes.  Users, how this hurts.  ”I know you want to, Yori.  And believe me, I know how bad he wants to talk to you, too.  But somethin’ ain’t right with him.  He hasn’t been right since I found him out there.  And until I figure out what’s got him glitchin’…”

“I could find out,” Yori insists, eyes blazing.  ”I know I could.  You know I could.  If you’d just take me—”

“You’re staying right where you are,” Able interrupts.  ”And I’m sorry, Yori, but I won’t tell him where you are, either.  I can’t risk you like that, he’d never forgive me.”

She wants to protest.  Wants to shout and rail and force him to bring her to him, or him to her, just so that she can know that he’s really alive and whole.  She needs something to hold onto, to keep the isolation from driving her mad.

Able reaches out and takes her small clenched fists into his own large hands, squeezing them gently before reaching into his cloak and bringing out a small, flat object.  An image file, imprinted onto a standard-size data-hex.

Yori swallows a sob, tracing the face in the image file with shaking fingers.  Pale and scarred and grim, but unmistakably alive, and unmistakably Tron.

“I’ll bring him back to you, Yori.  When it’s right.  When it’s safe.  But in the meantime, you have got to stay alive, you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispers.  ”I understand.”  With an effort she tears her eyes away from the image, looking up into Able’s lined, earnest face.  ”You’ll call me?  Keep me informed?”

“Always,” Able answers, and pulls her into a tight hug.

It’s the last she ever sees of him.

Saturday night, shot rang out; add one to the body count

Ahaha so yeah remember those priorities I mentioned?

OTL

Round-robining off of Kat’s Pre-Evo Tronfic, here’s 1700 more words of pre-Evo Gridcop drama.  Less feels, more CSI action, guest starring these guys here:

A/N: Contains minor references to events seen in Tron: Uprising, and to my previous fic False Light.

One More Murder

One more murder in this town

Don’t mean a thing, you get accustomed to the sound

One more murder in this town

Just block off the street and wrap the crime scene tape around

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napoldeinlove:

SO ABOUT THAT ABRAXAS CAPE

oh man i just could not take it off it was the most perfect thing in the world i just!!!

AHHIDGHK

THANK YOU SO MUCH EXPO

AND WE TOOK PICTURES WITH SWEET BABBY FELT ABRAXAS

I have never been prouder. <3

As the walls are closing in, and the colors fade to black…

Right, so, I totally have like 5 other things that should have been higher priority on my writing list than this thing.

God damn you, Uprising.

(MAJOR SPOILERS FOR TRON: UPRISING S1 E13 - THE STRANGER.  BE YE WARNED.)

Only What You Take With You

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Universe Haet Anon

expositionfairy:

And when our crazy-ass asses play, our crazy-ass asses tend ta leave a trail a mile wide

It’s 3:00 in the morning, and this is entirely Turk’s fault. 

(Read the original HERE.  Please.  For your own sanity and mine.)

And now fo’ some shiznit COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!

I know what tha fuck yo ass all is thankin.  Crack, muthafucka!  Fluff, muthafucka!  Fluff n’ crack, muthafucka!  By Exposizzle Fairy, muthafucka!  DOES NOT COMPUTE!, muthafucka!  But no, it’s real, guys.  Sweartogod. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I can only hope yo ass all have as much funk readin these lil drabbletz as I had writin them.

I had ta do SOMETHING ta make up fo’ No Dope Deed (A/N 12/06/12: I CAN’T EVEN OH GOD).

(Lyrics quoted come from dis cold lil’ woo wop by Leslie Fish n’ tha Dehorn Crew.)

Banned From Argo

When our crazy-ass asses pulled tha fuck into Argo Port up in need of R&R

Our crew set up investigatin every last muthafuckin joint n’ bar

Our thugged-out asses had high expectationz of they hospizitizzleitizzle

But found, too late, it wasn’t geared ta spacers like fuckin we!

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I will not fall, won’t let it go; we will be free when it ends…

Particularly savvy readers may be able to guess where I’m going with this one from the title alone.  (For those who were sadly deprived in your high-school literature classes, a link to the source that inspired this ficlet will be provided at the end of the story, because seriously, everyone should read it.)

For Grey_SW, even though she never asked for it.

An Occurrence

He’d been so close.

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I Sent You a Memo On It (Part III - Evolution)

(Part I - Tron) (Part II - Betrayal)

How I hesitated, now I wonder why…

So yeah this is really terrible and I still completely hate it but if I don’t man up and post it now I never will.

Partially inspired by a conversation I had aaaaaages ago with TehKittyKat, to give credit where credit is due.  Can be read as the first part of a trilogy along with False Light and The Shape of Things to Come, but it stands perfectly well on its own.

Quote at the beginning of the fic is from The Last Unicorn, by Peter S. Beagle, lyrics are from “Brand New Day” by Joss Whedon and Neil Patrick Harris.

Event Horizon

This appeared as a moral dilemma
‘Cause at first, it was weird
Though I swore to eliminate
The worst of the plague that devoured humanity
It’s true: I was vague on the “how”
So how can it be that you
Have shown me the light?

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I Sent You a Memo On It (Part II - Betrayal)

Sweet denial, take your leave, you must have others to decieve; I’m so tired of drifting backwards standing still

Ahh, posting fic at ass-thirty in the morning.  It’s like old times!

For Winzler, who wanted a look at Lora trying to deal with Flynn’s disappearance.  Set in the Symbiosis!verse, immediately following No Comment.

Unforgivable

1990

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Alan is finally asleep, thank God for small favors.  Lora is not.

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And if you think you’ve won, you never saw me change the game that we have been playing…

/dons kevlar vest

Come on, you guys, you really ought to know what to expect from me by now. Put down the shotguns.

(Inspired by a chat conversation with my dear friend Smiley_Anon)

Warning: Rated S for SPOILERS!! of the Uprising variety, specifically for Scars II.

Samaritan

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Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you; relive the pictures that have come to pass…

Ruined

For now we stand alone 
The world is lost and blown 
And we are flesh and blood disintegrate 
With no more to hate

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“We are the same,” the Virus whispers. “We are ruined.”

The only desire left within Abraxas—death—has been denied him by his very nature. Always he reforms, from viral remnants in the colonies he ravaged, from the black depths of the Sea itself, and nothing Clu’s best men or Abraxas himself have tried can keep him at bay for long.  Clu truly made him perfect, and the thought makes him laugh and scream all at once.

For a time he remained in the dark desert of the Outlands, haunting the edges of the Sea, feeding on any stray Programs unfortunate enough to wander his way. One thing, however, continues to draw him back to the City: a connection, twisted and shattered and ruined, but seemingly as stubborn and determined as the both of them had once been, a thousand thousand cycles ago.

It’s the same, mostly, every time.  Abraxas cannot infect the Security Program. His root coding simply will not allow it.  At first this fact enraged him, then fascinated him.  Tron’s touch burns him, far worse than the pain that already consumes him, and his own touch is anathema and repulsive to Tron’s very being…but he’s losing that, anyway, more and more every day, and so they make contact regardless.

Sometimes Tron calls Abraxas by his name; sometimes by the other, the dead one.  No one calls Tron by his true name anymore but Abraxas.

Eventually, Tron stops speaking altogether, and that’s fine, too.

(Source: expositionfairy)