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thirdmondayTitle: Given Conditions (Three Times The PRT Saves the World and One Time They Don't)
Recipient: melliyna
Fandom/s: Fakenews/Realnews
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: minor character injury
Characters/Pairing: the PRT
Prompt: Five Times the PRT save the world
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
author: bessemerprocess
1. In brightest day, in blackest night..."
The signal rings out over the comms in the PRT Tower and everyone springs to life.
"It's Counterfactual Man!" the Silver Fox yells as the PRT assembles for battle.
Counterfactual Man has been their archnemesis ever since he fell into a vat of toxic chemicals while attempting to bribe a congressman to remove several animals from the endangered species list. The Silver Fox has no idea why they were meeting in an abandoned warehouse full of toxic chemicals, but that's just how things go with future super villians.
Fact Checker darts past him in her plane. Of all the PRT, Counterfactual Man hates her the most, as she can always see through his lies.
"Watch out!" yells Special Comment from below. "Counterfactual Man's cronies are all over the place."
"We'll clear the way!" calls Captain Truthiness, Justice and the American Way, DFA.
Silver Fox dodges a few of Counterfactual Man's airborne minions, as the Captain and the Green Satirist engage on the ground, throwing baddies left and right. He sees an opening as Special Comment and Fact Checker takes out one of the massive Noise-bots defending Counterfactual Man.
Silver Fox rolls through the opening to take aim at the hovering villain, but he's not quite fast enough, and Counterfactual Man bats him away.
"You'll never defeat me! The PRT is weak and I am strong. You'll kneel before me when I rule the world," Counterfactual Man says.
"Never," yells Fact Checker as she appears behind him without warning. The Silver Fox watches as she manages to force Counterfactual Man to the ground. The Captain and the Green Satirist jump at the opportunity, binding the villain with ropes of truth as Special Comment clears out the last of the minions.
Clean up proceeds apace, and all the villains are back in jail before dinner.
"Once again, PRT, you've helped save the world from the clutches of evil. Thank you," the mayor says.
"Saving the world is all well and good," Fact Checker whispers in the Silver Fox's ear, "but what I really want is a drink."
"You're on," he replies.
2. We don't do evil; just treachery, treason and armageddon.
Keith runs the last three miles with blood dripping down his chest. Rachel is keeping up, gun in hand, as they keep their heads low. Jon and Stephen are close; they must be close now. He just has to hand over the information, so they can pass it on to Anderson, so he can tell the world that it's all a lie. That it's a set up and no one needs to nuke anyone else.
The meet-up was supposed to be simple, but anyone who counts on simple deserves to get shot. Hell, neither Keith nor Rachel had been counting on simple--they were the A-team, the one sent in when nothing was simple at all--and Keith still had managed to get himself shot. He just hopes that things are better on Jon and Stephen's side, that someone really will be waiting for them, and that the information will make a difference.
Jon and Stephen are waiting for them. Of course, Rachel almost shoots them, but they are there. He sees her jerk her piece up as the bush rustles, and then jerk it back down when she recognizes Stephen's face.
"Damn, Stephen. I almost killed you."
"You'd never shoot me," Stephen says, adding every watt of charm he has to the grin. "I'm too lovable."
"Now I really might shoot you," Rachel says, grinning.
"Enough with the small talk." Jon is always one for accomplishing the mission. "Did you get the information?"
Keith hands over the packet, and Jon shoves it inside his coat. "You're bleeding."
"Just a graze," Keith assures him.
"Let Stephen get you to a hospital. We cleaned up all the guys who were after the two of you, so it should be safe."
Keith considers arguing, but Rachel is already nodding. "Fine."
Jon disappears, and Stephen hustles them down to the road and to the waiting SUV.
Keith wakes up in a hospital bed. It's a good sign, actually. He's awake, not dead, and he's not sharing the room with any other causalities. He gropes for the remote control and flips on CNN to see Anderson's face telling everyone to stand down.
Keith closes his eyes and goes back to sleep as Nuclear Apocalypse Averted crawls across the bottom of the television screen.
3. Butterflies and hurricanes.
It's late Friday night, and the PRT is closing down a bar where Rachel declared the bartender competent and Stephen declared the chicken fingers delicious. It's been a long week, with health care dominating the headlines once again, and the grind has been getting to all of them.
Max, the bartender, is giving them the eye, which clearly translates as "I wanted to close fifteen minutes ago," so Rachel downs the last of her drink, and the guys round up their coats and they head out the door.
It's chilly outside, and clear, but the air is crisp and snow is expected any moment now. It's been snowing on and off for weeks and any reprieve is a good thing.
Jon is almost too slow. He sees the man step into the road first, and only second later, the car. It tries to stop, but it's not going to make it. He doesn't think, just grabs the guy and pulls him out of the way. They both land ass first on the sidewalk.
"Shit, you okay?" Stephen asks, as Anderson helps the man to his feet.
"Fine, fine," Jon says, doing his best to brush the slush off his jeans. It really isn't working all that well.
"Thank you," the man says. "Thank you so much. I never even saw that car. I was just thinking about the ring."
He fishes a jewelry box out of his pocket. "I'm going to propose tomorrow. Thank you..."
"Jon, Jon Stewart," Jon says, shaking the man's hand.
"Samuel Kirk. Thank you so much for saving me."
4. In memory of a dying world
Any one of them could have purchased tickets to watch from the viewing platform. It's been a ridiculous number of years, and Anderson isn't the only one of them that has more money than they know what to do with. It's their planet though, the last of humanity, and none of them want to watch the sun swallow the Earth from anywhere but this little in the company of one another.
The ship is Keith's. Ever since he realized that he could drive in space, he's collected the latest and greatest. The rest of them tease him about it, but he's right,: the ship has every luxury one might need while watching one's home world die.
The sun expands, and without speaking, they gather in the observation bay. Anderson curls himself around Stephen, who holds Rachel's hand while snuggling in next to Jon, whose lap Keith is using as a pillow.
The progress is slow, even with it being sped up for the entertainment. Rachel and Jon still agree this is wrong, but there is nothing they can do to stop it, so they keep their complaints to a minimum and between themselves. The sun expands, eating Mercury whole, as they watch.
"I remember the first time I saw the ocean. It was so big and just so encompassing," Stephen says.
"Nowhere else has the right color sky. I've been on thousands of planets, but nothing is the blue of Earth sky spread over the African savanna," Anderson says.
"And gin. Real gin, not the crappy synthetic stuff," Rachel says.
"The first day of baseball. The smell of grass and all that anticipation," Keith adds.
"Hot dogs," Jon says, and they all turn to stare at him. "The ones from the carts. Any food from carts. And the subway! And our studios, and real ice cream made from real milk, and New York."
"New York," Keith says.
"New York," the rest of them reply in slightly ragged unison.
The sun is growing larger now,; Venus is gone and the Earth's atmosphere is burning way.
"To Earth," Rachel says.
"To Earth."
Recipient: melliyna
Fandom/s: Fakenews/Realnews
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: minor character injury
Characters/Pairing: the PRT
Prompt: Five Times the PRT save the world
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
author: bessemerprocess
1. In brightest day, in blackest night..."
The signal rings out over the comms in the PRT Tower and everyone springs to life.
"It's Counterfactual Man!" the Silver Fox yells as the PRT assembles for battle.
Counterfactual Man has been their archnemesis ever since he fell into a vat of toxic chemicals while attempting to bribe a congressman to remove several animals from the endangered species list. The Silver Fox has no idea why they were meeting in an abandoned warehouse full of toxic chemicals, but that's just how things go with future super villians.
Fact Checker darts past him in her plane. Of all the PRT, Counterfactual Man hates her the most, as she can always see through his lies.
"Watch out!" yells Special Comment from below. "Counterfactual Man's cronies are all over the place."
"We'll clear the way!" calls Captain Truthiness, Justice and the American Way, DFA.
Silver Fox dodges a few of Counterfactual Man's airborne minions, as the Captain and the Green Satirist engage on the ground, throwing baddies left and right. He sees an opening as Special Comment and Fact Checker takes out one of the massive Noise-bots defending Counterfactual Man.
Silver Fox rolls through the opening to take aim at the hovering villain, but he's not quite fast enough, and Counterfactual Man bats him away.
"You'll never defeat me! The PRT is weak and I am strong. You'll kneel before me when I rule the world," Counterfactual Man says.
"Never," yells Fact Checker as she appears behind him without warning. The Silver Fox watches as she manages to force Counterfactual Man to the ground. The Captain and the Green Satirist jump at the opportunity, binding the villain with ropes of truth as Special Comment clears out the last of the minions.
Clean up proceeds apace, and all the villains are back in jail before dinner.
"Once again, PRT, you've helped save the world from the clutches of evil. Thank you," the mayor says.
"Saving the world is all well and good," Fact Checker whispers in the Silver Fox's ear, "but what I really want is a drink."
"You're on," he replies.
2. We don't do evil; just treachery, treason and armageddon.
Keith runs the last three miles with blood dripping down his chest. Rachel is keeping up, gun in hand, as they keep their heads low. Jon and Stephen are close; they must be close now. He just has to hand over the information, so they can pass it on to Anderson, so he can tell the world that it's all a lie. That it's a set up and no one needs to nuke anyone else.
The meet-up was supposed to be simple, but anyone who counts on simple deserves to get shot. Hell, neither Keith nor Rachel had been counting on simple--they were the A-team, the one sent in when nothing was simple at all--and Keith still had managed to get himself shot. He just hopes that things are better on Jon and Stephen's side, that someone really will be waiting for them, and that the information will make a difference.
Jon and Stephen are waiting for them. Of course, Rachel almost shoots them, but they are there. He sees her jerk her piece up as the bush rustles, and then jerk it back down when she recognizes Stephen's face.
"Damn, Stephen. I almost killed you."
"You'd never shoot me," Stephen says, adding every watt of charm he has to the grin. "I'm too lovable."
"Now I really might shoot you," Rachel says, grinning.
"Enough with the small talk." Jon is always one for accomplishing the mission. "Did you get the information?"
Keith hands over the packet, and Jon shoves it inside his coat. "You're bleeding."
"Just a graze," Keith assures him.
"Let Stephen get you to a hospital. We cleaned up all the guys who were after the two of you, so it should be safe."
Keith considers arguing, but Rachel is already nodding. "Fine."
Jon disappears, and Stephen hustles them down to the road and to the waiting SUV.
Keith wakes up in a hospital bed. It's a good sign, actually. He's awake, not dead, and he's not sharing the room with any other causalities. He gropes for the remote control and flips on CNN to see Anderson's face telling everyone to stand down.
Keith closes his eyes and goes back to sleep as Nuclear Apocalypse Averted crawls across the bottom of the television screen.
3. Butterflies and hurricanes.
It's late Friday night, and the PRT is closing down a bar where Rachel declared the bartender competent and Stephen declared the chicken fingers delicious. It's been a long week, with health care dominating the headlines once again, and the grind has been getting to all of them.
Max, the bartender, is giving them the eye, which clearly translates as "I wanted to close fifteen minutes ago," so Rachel downs the last of her drink, and the guys round up their coats and they head out the door.
It's chilly outside, and clear, but the air is crisp and snow is expected any moment now. It's been snowing on and off for weeks and any reprieve is a good thing.
Jon is almost too slow. He sees the man step into the road first, and only second later, the car. It tries to stop, but it's not going to make it. He doesn't think, just grabs the guy and pulls him out of the way. They both land ass first on the sidewalk.
"Shit, you okay?" Stephen asks, as Anderson helps the man to his feet.
"Fine, fine," Jon says, doing his best to brush the slush off his jeans. It really isn't working all that well.
"Thank you," the man says. "Thank you so much. I never even saw that car. I was just thinking about the ring."
He fishes a jewelry box out of his pocket. "I'm going to propose tomorrow. Thank you..."
"Jon, Jon Stewart," Jon says, shaking the man's hand.
"Samuel Kirk. Thank you so much for saving me."
4. In memory of a dying world
Any one of them could have purchased tickets to watch from the viewing platform. It's been a ridiculous number of years, and Anderson isn't the only one of them that has more money than they know what to do with. It's their planet though, the last of humanity, and none of them want to watch the sun swallow the Earth from anywhere but this little in the company of one another.
The ship is Keith's. Ever since he realized that he could drive in space, he's collected the latest and greatest. The rest of them tease him about it, but he's right,: the ship has every luxury one might need while watching one's home world die.
The sun expands, and without speaking, they gather in the observation bay. Anderson curls himself around Stephen, who holds Rachel's hand while snuggling in next to Jon, whose lap Keith is using as a pillow.
The progress is slow, even with it being sped up for the entertainment. Rachel and Jon still agree this is wrong, but there is nothing they can do to stop it, so they keep their complaints to a minimum and between themselves. The sun expands, eating Mercury whole, as they watch.
"I remember the first time I saw the ocean. It was so big and just so encompassing," Stephen says.
"Nowhere else has the right color sky. I've been on thousands of planets, but nothing is the blue of Earth sky spread over the African savanna," Anderson says.
"And gin. Real gin, not the crappy synthetic stuff," Rachel says.
"The first day of baseball. The smell of grass and all that anticipation," Keith adds.
"Hot dogs," Jon says, and they all turn to stare at him. "The ones from the carts. Any food from carts. And the subway! And our studios, and real ice cream made from real milk, and New York."
"New York," Keith says.
"New York," the rest of them reply in slightly ragged unison.
The sun is growing larger now,; Venus is gone and the Earth's atmosphere is burning way.
"To Earth," Rachel says.
"To Earth."