bradygirl_12 (bradygirl_12) wrote,

Fic: Stained Glass I: Shattered (2/10)

Title: Stained Glass I: Shattered (2/10)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Steve/Diana, Goran, Galt
Genres: Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort
Rating (this chapter): R
Warnings (this chapter): Sexual violence, language
Spoilers (this chapter): References to events in ”Until The Yellow Sun Blesses You Again…”.
General Summary: Diana and Steve’s love has always been strong, and they have always had each other’s back. Now they need that strength and teamwork when they are captured during a war on an alien planet.
Summary: The G’darran soldiers are ready to enjoy their spoils of war.
Date Of Completion: January 24, 2008
Date Of Posting: January 28, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1520
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Further Notes here.  
All chapters can be found here.
I decided to use the aliens from "Until The Yellow Sun Blesses You Again...". Why waste good bad guys and their vicious winged pets? ;)
Yeah, I labelled this "One" as in first-in-a-series, because I think a sequel might be in order. If I don’t write one, I’ll just knock off the Roman numeral.
In an aside, I’m glad that we were taught Roman numerals in grade school, otherwise how could we know which Super Bowl it is? ;) 





War’s pain,

Is wild

And bloody.


War’s pain,


Against the wind.


Ambrose Wood

“Terrible Swift Sword:

Poetry Of The Civil War”

1863 C.E.


Steve hastily finished the last of the water as the Warriors broke camp.  He had given Diana as much of the water as he could get past her numbed lips, and now he stiffly rose to his feet, gathering his Beloved into his arms.


The leader of the squad, Goran, rode up on his horse-like creature and grabbed the length of chain connected to Steve’s collar.  Steve lifted his chin and stared defiantly at him, Diana safe in his arms.


Goran stared for a moment, then snapped out a command.  A horse (Steve decided that he would call them horses until he heard a different word for them) was brought, and Goran said, “Get on the horse, Human.”


Steve obeyed as quickly as he could, wincing as he settled into the saddle.  This was going to hurt, but at least he wouldn’t collapse.  He settled his Angel as comfortably as possible in front of him, and they were off at a slow trot.


As they rode, Diana mumbled, “Steve…Beloved…careful…look out…”


“Hush, Angel,” he whispered in her ear. “I promise, I’ll get us out of this.”


Goddess knew how the hell he was going to do that, but he was watching the camp routine and hoping for a break.  If he could just steal away in the middle of the night with Wonder Woman…it was a slim hope, but he needed one.


He kissed his Beloved’s shoulder as they rode.


& & & & & &


“You gonna do her, Galt?”


The laughing G’darran amused Galt, who was standing over Diana.  He nudged her legs apart and planted his boot between her thighs, then reached down and cupped her right breast.


Steve struggled, the sickness in his stomach rising.  He knew that his Angel could take care of herself better than anyone on the battlefield, but in the back of his mind he had always feared this moment.


The fate of women in war.


Galt spread her legs wider…


& & & & & &


Goran strode up to Steve and Diana as the camp was set up.  “My tent.”


Steve stood up with Diana in his arms.


“Leave the woman.”


Steve shook his head.  Goran’s eyes narrowed, then he said curtly, “Come.”


Steve followed him to his tent, entering into a world of silk pillows, a low table, and oil lamps.  Goran sat on a pillow and gestured for Steve to do the same.  He threw two loose robes at him. 


First Steve laid Wonder Woman out on a set of pillows, covering her with the shimmering blue cloth, then sat down next to her as he shrugged on his own robe, tying the sash.  His hair was hanging in his eyes and he brushed it back, noticing Goran watching him.


“My hair color fascinates you.”


Goran smiled slightly. “I have seen Yellow Hairs before in my travels, but not quite so bright like the sun.”


Steve studied the Warrior leader.  Stocky like the rest of his men, his beard was well-kept, his long hair tied back with a red silk ribbon.  He was no longer wearing his armor, just a simple red tunic.  Legs crossed, he rested his hands on his knees, Warrior bands similar to Wonder Woman’s on his wrists.


“I request that you let us go.”


A thick eyebrow arched. “I cannot do that.”


“Why not?”


“You are a prisoner-of-war.  Prisoners-of-war must be processed.”


Steve hoped the fluttering in his stomach was not reflected in his face. “And that process is…?”


Goran shrugged. “Once we return home, you and your woman will be placed on the block.” He nodded curtly at the servant who had just entered and placed steaming plates of food on the table. “Perhaps I can see that you will be auctioned off together.”


Steve kept his hands in a clasp to still their trembling.  He hadn’t guessed wrong, then.


“Can’t you just let us go?” Frustration edged his voice. “We weren’t exactly volunteers in this war!”


Goran frowned. “How so?”


“The Toronians kidnapped us!”


Goran snorted. “Typical.  But you could have refused.”


“Wonder Woman wanted to help.”


“And you?”


Steve lifted his chin. “I am her partner.  I watch her back.”


Goran shook his head in amusement. “Terrans are good Warriors, and these Amazons even more so, but you males have to assert your natural superiority.  Women are useful tools for procreation, nothing more.”


“I disagree.”


Goran waved a hand at the food. “Eat.”


Steve first fed Diana, who roused just enough to help him, her eyes glassy.  He murmured soothingly to her, finally laying her back down on the pillows.


“You act as her servant,” said Goran as he ate.


Steve used the crude utensils by the empty plate in front of him and dished out meat and vegetables, trying hard not to wolf them down.  He drank an amber-colored liquid, but it didn’t taste alcoholic.  It was sweet, a little like ginger ale.


“I am her partner.”


“Are you wedded?”


Steve shook his head.


“The Amazons don’t approve?”


“We don’t need a piece of paper to love each other.”


Which was true, though he would have liked to have been married.  He thought of her dressed in a mix of Amazon and bridal regalia and the sun streaming in through stained-glass windows and felt happy, but Wonder Woman had turned down his proposal and he had decided that loving an Amazon meant different kinds of compromises.


The relationship they had now suited them both and he was more than grateful.


The taste of the food was good, and Goran said, “This Justice League of America.  They fought our brother troops on Molgar.”


Steve nodded. “Though Wonder Woman told me they looked far different from you.”


“They are.  They come from Gantar in the North.  We are from Galvar in the South.  Like you Humans, we have different races.”


Steve nodded.  That made sense.


“They are long and thin, and rely more on their technology.  We are broad and strong, and while we use blasters, we still use our ceremonial swords.” Goran drank. “Are there many sun-bright ones such as you?”


“Not as many as those who have dark hair like you.”


“Tell me about Earth.”


Steve and Goran talked for several hours, then Goran said, “Enough.  Dawn comes soon enough.” He held out his hand. “Your kitras.”


Steve realized he meant the robes.  Sighing, he stripped his off, keenly aware of the leader’s eyes on him, and removed Diana’s.  He handed them to Goran, who said, “Mayhaps I can see about your…situation…when we return home.” Then he barked and a guard came into the tent to escort Steve and Diana back.


For the first time in days, Steve felt a spark of hope.


& & & & & &


For the next two nights, Steve carried Diana to Goran’s tent and they talked.  On the morning after the third night, camp broke in a frenzy.




Goran and the Warriors rode off to battle.


Behind the lines, Galt was in charge.


Word came as the first night’s twilight fell.


Goran had been severely wounded.


& & & & & &       


His captors were so interested in what Galt was doing to Diana that they loosened their hold.  He took his chance and pushed his foot back into the stomach of one guard and twisted out of the grip of the others, military training taking over and he grabbed Galt, using a jujitsu move to push the bigger man away from Wonder Woman.


His fingers closed around the man’s blaster, pulling it away from his belt…


Steve groaned as he was hit on the back of the head from behind, Galt shoving him with such force that he fell to the ground hard.


“Puny Human!  Did you think you could save your sweet piece?” Contempt dripped from Galt’s voice. “She was not in danger.” His boot touched Diana’s thigh, then shoved hard. “I have no use for the cunt.” She rolled down the incline and out of sight as Steve tried to focus his vision, scrambling up and receiving a punch in the kidneys that tore a groan from him.  Galt strode to him and grabbed his hair again, jerking his head up. “Puny Human.  Women are inferior in every way.  They provide younglings and are good for nothing else.” His mouth grinned wide, yellowing teeth sharp.  His breath was pungent as he said, “You, beardless one, as smooth as a woman, but with men’s organs.  And hair the color of the sun.” He shoved Steve back into his captors’ waiting arms. “It’s not your precious Amazon bitch we want to ravage.”


Steve’s blood ran cold as he was pushed down to the hard ground, his struggles useless, his mind flaring into panic as his legs were yanked apart and heavy weight pressed down on him as pain, white-hot and blazing, tore him in two and the first scream was ripped from his throat…        












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