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ajremixTitle: The Force is With You
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1256
Characters: Booster, Ted
Summary: Inspired by this vid. Superbuddies era. Ted is feeling his age, Booster disagrees.
He found Ted at the edge of the crowd, looking longingly into the heart of it. Booster stood next to him and, with the help of his future induced height, peered over row upon row of heads to see Darth Vader and his Stormtroopers facing down Mace Windu, a handful of Jedi and kids in robes. Unable to find a correlation between the actors and Ted's mood, Booster asked, "What's up?"
"Feeling my age," came the bland reply, "nothing new."
"What- you wanna join them?"
"Pfft- who wouldn't? But having middle aged fanboys waving plastic lightsabers around tends to be sad and sort of creepy."
Booster wanted to ask what was sad and creepy about it when the actors probably weren't much younger than the two of them but decided Ted was deep enough in a self-depreciating mood he'd split hairs finer than Booster had patience for. So instead he ask, "Middle aged? You plan to die in your sixties? Wow, Ted- aim high."
As expected Ted snorted, momentarily distracted from his pity-party. "I'll be close to seventy which means my mental facilities will probably start fading and that I definitely don't want to outlive."
Booster sighed, "You and your primitively short lifespans."
"Like you'd want to outlive your hair."
A hand went protectively to said thick, golden mop. "My hair is lasting forever!"
"Even after death?"
"Especially after death!"
"You'll be the first skull with a full head of hair, huh?"
"I have very deep roots," Booster said with a sniff. Ted chuckled and shook his head, still watching the mock battle before them. It had taken some work but Ted was beginning to respond to Booster like he had so many years ago- joking back, laughing, even indulging in a prank or two. But now... now was the ultimate test. Now Booster was going to see if Ted was done pretending to be mature (read: miserable) or not. Booster quietly slipped away and into a nearby gift store, buying two lightsabers, a mask and the robe-iest looking shirt he could find. He crept up to Ted's side as the show ended and the crowd began to leave. He prodded Ted with a deactivated lightsaber saying, "The Force is strong in you, Middle-Aged One."
Ted turned, saw Booster wearing (attempting to wear) a child-sized Darth Maul mask and laughed, "Oh God, Booster!"
"You will join the Dark Side," Darth Booster continued, voice muffled by the mask, "or die!"
Ted just laughed and Booster continued to poke him, sidestepping every time Ted did and peppered his pokes with ultimatums. It was clear he wasn't going to stop unless Ted made him. Ted gave him a sharp look and suddenly his hand shot out, deftly disarming Booster, activating the lightsaber with a decisive, "ha ha!"
The mask couldn't contain Booster's big, big grin. He tossed the shirt at Ted with a condemning, "Death, is it? You chose poorly."
"Only if you manage to kill me," Ted taunted, pulling the shirt like a hood over his head. They attacked each other with gusto, all clattering toys and not even attempting to actually hit each other. People gave them a wide berth, some shooting them dark looks, others more curious ones. Then Booster made a deliberate swiped that forced Ted to roll instinctively. The auburn haired man gave a wry grin, "Getting serious now, are we?"
Booster twirled his lightsaber, "Let's see what you got, oh Buggy One." The attack renewed, mostly teasing jabs that lead to slashes Ted easily twisted away from. As the attacks became more elaborate, Ted started throwing easy flips and tumbles in, their antics starting to draw a crowd. Booster pressed in, forcing more acrobatics out of Ted. Ted who was a little flushed in the face, but grinning as he bounced off walls, trashcans and ledges. Who was looking more than ever before like the Ted Booster had gotten tangled in deep with the moment they met and that made Booster's own smile grow.
A swipe at the knees caused Ted to flip onto the back of a bench, balance rocking and making him pinwheel his arms to get solid again. "Whoa!"
"Your grasp of the Force is weakening, I see," Booster quipped.
"Ah stick it in your pipe and blow it, Sith Lord," came the response along with the clacking of lightsabers connecting again. Ted's confidence in his balance grew with each parry and each slide of his foot against the wooden beam. Booster lunged with a particularly exaggerated thrust and Ted flipped over him, twisting in midair and landing light to impressed applause.
"Not too shabby," Booster said in his most imposing Vader impression. "You would do well with the Dark Side. Join us. We have Chocos."
"Chocos are for the weak!" Ted replied, striking Booster's lightsaber again.
"We also have Philly cheesesteaks."
"Your evil temptations will never sway me!"
"And free beer!"
Ted paused, "What, really?"
"Yeah, we should probably change that policy. Might be why the Stormtroopers can't hit a thing." Their weapons locked in an x and Booster leaned in, eyes narrow behind the mask. "I'll ask for the last time- Dark Side or death, Middle-Aged One? What do you say?"
"I say you shouldn't do that," Ted said almost conversationally, "you could go blind." He grabbed Booster's mask and yanked it sideways.
Booster stumbled back, his guard obliterated, "I've gone blind!"
Ted lunged forward and with a very plastic thwack! his lightsaber skidded out of his hand. Despite the incredulous grin tugging at his lips, Ted glared at Booster who stood- mask back in place -behind the safety of his forcefield. "You cheating bastard."
Booster held his own lightsaber in a very 'ah-ha!' fashion. "Dark Side, baby. Anything goes!"
"Too bad you can't attack me with it up."
Booster hesitated both at the accuracy of the statement and the fact that Ted- flexing his hands with an eager grin -was considerably more dangerous now. "Well... that's true."
"So you coming at me or what? Your Mistress of Dark Fire is getting annoyed."
Eyes flickered over to where, sure enough, Bea was tapping her foot next to a clapping Mary. "Dark Fire? What does that even mean? And why is she my Mistress?"
"Because I called it first."
Booster shrugged and saluted with his weapon. "Very well. If you won't join the Dark Side, then die!"
The forcefield dropped and as Booster thrust out, Ted clamped Booster's hand to the hilt, rolled into his arm and eviscerated (creatively speaking) Booster with his own lightsaber.
"Oh!" Booster gasped, sliding down Ted's back and grasping his stomach, "Hoisted by my own petard!"
With a final gurgle, Booster sprawl to the ground and the crowd erupted in cheers. Ted bowed expansively, soaking up the attention. He nudged Booster with a toe and reached down to help the other man up, the two bowed again to the renewed clapping. Beatriz approached, hands stern on her hips, but not even the Mistress of Dark Fire was immune to their twin smiles of boyish joy. She laughed and shook her heads, "Come, paragons of maturity. We still have the rest of the park to see."
They saluted dutifully, "Yes, Mistress!" They grinned as Mary gushed over their performance and went to join Ralph and Sue who stood on the edge of the dispersing crowd.
Booster, with his arm draped comfortably over Ted's shoulder's, leaned down to say, "Guess people like sad and sort of creepy."
Ted just grinned back up at him. "Thanks, buddy."
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1256
Characters: Booster, Ted
Summary: Inspired by this vid. Superbuddies era. Ted is feeling his age, Booster disagrees.
He found Ted at the edge of the crowd, looking longingly into the heart of it. Booster stood next to him and, with the help of his future induced height, peered over row upon row of heads to see Darth Vader and his Stormtroopers facing down Mace Windu, a handful of Jedi and kids in robes. Unable to find a correlation between the actors and Ted's mood, Booster asked, "What's up?"
"Feeling my age," came the bland reply, "nothing new."
"What- you wanna join them?"
"Pfft- who wouldn't? But having middle aged fanboys waving plastic lightsabers around tends to be sad and sort of creepy."
Booster wanted to ask what was sad and creepy about it when the actors probably weren't much younger than the two of them but decided Ted was deep enough in a self-depreciating mood he'd split hairs finer than Booster had patience for. So instead he ask, "Middle aged? You plan to die in your sixties? Wow, Ted- aim high."
As expected Ted snorted, momentarily distracted from his pity-party. "I'll be close to seventy which means my mental facilities will probably start fading and that I definitely don't want to outlive."
Booster sighed, "You and your primitively short lifespans."
"Like you'd want to outlive your hair."
A hand went protectively to said thick, golden mop. "My hair is lasting forever!"
"Even after death?"
"Especially after death!"
"You'll be the first skull with a full head of hair, huh?"
"I have very deep roots," Booster said with a sniff. Ted chuckled and shook his head, still watching the mock battle before them. It had taken some work but Ted was beginning to respond to Booster like he had so many years ago- joking back, laughing, even indulging in a prank or two. But now... now was the ultimate test. Now Booster was going to see if Ted was done pretending to be mature (read: miserable) or not. Booster quietly slipped away and into a nearby gift store, buying two lightsabers, a mask and the robe-iest looking shirt he could find. He crept up to Ted's side as the show ended and the crowd began to leave. He prodded Ted with a deactivated lightsaber saying, "The Force is strong in you, Middle-Aged One."
Ted turned, saw Booster wearing (attempting to wear) a child-sized Darth Maul mask and laughed, "Oh God, Booster!"
"You will join the Dark Side," Darth Booster continued, voice muffled by the mask, "or die!"
Ted just laughed and Booster continued to poke him, sidestepping every time Ted did and peppered his pokes with ultimatums. It was clear he wasn't going to stop unless Ted made him. Ted gave him a sharp look and suddenly his hand shot out, deftly disarming Booster, activating the lightsaber with a decisive, "ha ha!"
The mask couldn't contain Booster's big, big grin. He tossed the shirt at Ted with a condemning, "Death, is it? You chose poorly."
"Only if you manage to kill me," Ted taunted, pulling the shirt like a hood over his head. They attacked each other with gusto, all clattering toys and not even attempting to actually hit each other. People gave them a wide berth, some shooting them dark looks, others more curious ones. Then Booster made a deliberate swiped that forced Ted to roll instinctively. The auburn haired man gave a wry grin, "Getting serious now, are we?"
Booster twirled his lightsaber, "Let's see what you got, oh Buggy One." The attack renewed, mostly teasing jabs that lead to slashes Ted easily twisted away from. As the attacks became more elaborate, Ted started throwing easy flips and tumbles in, their antics starting to draw a crowd. Booster pressed in, forcing more acrobatics out of Ted. Ted who was a little flushed in the face, but grinning as he bounced off walls, trashcans and ledges. Who was looking more than ever before like the Ted Booster had gotten tangled in deep with the moment they met and that made Booster's own smile grow.
A swipe at the knees caused Ted to flip onto the back of a bench, balance rocking and making him pinwheel his arms to get solid again. "Whoa!"
"Your grasp of the Force is weakening, I see," Booster quipped.
"Ah stick it in your pipe and blow it, Sith Lord," came the response along with the clacking of lightsabers connecting again. Ted's confidence in his balance grew with each parry and each slide of his foot against the wooden beam. Booster lunged with a particularly exaggerated thrust and Ted flipped over him, twisting in midair and landing light to impressed applause.
"Not too shabby," Booster said in his most imposing Vader impression. "You would do well with the Dark Side. Join us. We have Chocos."
"Chocos are for the weak!" Ted replied, striking Booster's lightsaber again.
"We also have Philly cheesesteaks."
"Your evil temptations will never sway me!"
"And free beer!"
Ted paused, "What, really?"
"Yeah, we should probably change that policy. Might be why the Stormtroopers can't hit a thing." Their weapons locked in an x and Booster leaned in, eyes narrow behind the mask. "I'll ask for the last time- Dark Side or death, Middle-Aged One? What do you say?"
"I say you shouldn't do that," Ted said almost conversationally, "you could go blind." He grabbed Booster's mask and yanked it sideways.
Booster stumbled back, his guard obliterated, "I've gone blind!"
Ted lunged forward and with a very plastic thwack! his lightsaber skidded out of his hand. Despite the incredulous grin tugging at his lips, Ted glared at Booster who stood- mask back in place -behind the safety of his forcefield. "You cheating bastard."
Booster held his own lightsaber in a very 'ah-ha!' fashion. "Dark Side, baby. Anything goes!"
"Too bad you can't attack me with it up."
Booster hesitated both at the accuracy of the statement and the fact that Ted- flexing his hands with an eager grin -was considerably more dangerous now. "Well... that's true."
"So you coming at me or what? Your Mistress of Dark Fire is getting annoyed."
Eyes flickered over to where, sure enough, Bea was tapping her foot next to a clapping Mary. "Dark Fire? What does that even mean? And why is she my Mistress?"
"Because I called it first."
Booster shrugged and saluted with his weapon. "Very well. If you won't join the Dark Side, then die!"
The forcefield dropped and as Booster thrust out, Ted clamped Booster's hand to the hilt, rolled into his arm and eviscerated (creatively speaking) Booster with his own lightsaber.
"Oh!" Booster gasped, sliding down Ted's back and grasping his stomach, "Hoisted by my own petard!"
With a final gurgle, Booster sprawl to the ground and the crowd erupted in cheers. Ted bowed expansively, soaking up the attention. He nudged Booster with a toe and reached down to help the other man up, the two bowed again to the renewed clapping. Beatriz approached, hands stern on her hips, but not even the Mistress of Dark Fire was immune to their twin smiles of boyish joy. She laughed and shook her heads, "Come, paragons of maturity. We still have the rest of the park to see."
They saluted dutifully, "Yes, Mistress!" They grinned as Mary gushed over their performance and went to join Ralph and Sue who stood on the edge of the dispersing crowd.
Booster, with his arm draped comfortably over Ted's shoulder's, leaned down to say, "Guess people like sad and sort of creepy."
Ted just grinned back up at him. "Thanks, buddy."
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Date: 2011-04-17 11:51 pm (UTC)also, my phone is stupid for ruining my first comment.no subject
Date: 2011-04-18 03:33 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-05-11 04:29 pm (UTC)Sorry, I can't help laughing because of that great thing you wrote...
And just because it's just so...you know...fitting:
http://datamexx.onlinewelten.com/himitsu/fotos/21/142021/137854/6579531.gross.jpg?st=6JPbdA75pSOTfiyY97fHoA&e=1305132029
http://datamexx.onlinewelten.com/himitsu/fotos/21/142021/137854/6579526.gross.jpg?st=DrR_ZC2H7ZIrkc8tOFqymA&e=1305132028
;DDDD
Great fic! :D
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Date: 2011-05-17 07:30 am (UTC)Those pics are awesome! I love it!
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Date: 2011-05-17 10:12 pm (UTC)Glad you like them ;D
Funny thing is, I didn't know this fic at the time and we fought with the lightsabers and yelled stuff like 'come to the dark side, we have oreos!' at each other.
Our (will-be) J'onn only said: Yes, it's true. Been there. Done that.
Priceless ;)
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Date: 2011-05-17 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-18 10:05 am (UTC)As a matter of fact we made our future Martian Manhunter Oreo addicted. ^^;
(so we made him...canon? XD)
He didn't know them at first (we're in Germany after all XD) and so we said: If you want to play J'onn in the next play/show, eat THIS!
And then he was like: OMG!THESEARETHEGREATESTCOOKIESEVAR!
And since then we make him happy with Oreos XDDD
(he even got a plush pillow in Oreo-shape as a birthday gift XD)
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Date: 2011-05-18 07:35 pm (UTC)