bradygirl_12 (bradygirl_12) wrote,

Fic: Rainbow's Freedom (RobinSong Arc) (36/41)

Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (RobinSong Arc) (36/41)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Lex/Jamie, Carver, Elias Stark, Dan Wilfork, Aaron Breckinridge
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark try and adjust to being lovers as well as Master and slave, on a warm spring night a new member of the Wayne Household is added: a little boy whom Bruce sadly identifies with. Dick Grayson further pushes Bruce along the path of Abolitionism as the child brings further Light into the Manor. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): R
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jamie settles in at Castle Luthor, and assists Lex at an important meeting.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): January 30, 2008
Date Of Posting: November 4, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1184
Feedback welcome and appreciated.

"Hunts are necessary. There are enemies of our planet
Who need to be exterminated without question."

General Elias Stark
"Earth News Tonight"
2246 C.E.



“Welcome home, Jamie.”

Lex sounded sincere. However, Jamie knew he had to be careful. One thing a slave learned from birth was the precariousness of his situation. Masters could be very capricious indeed.

Castle Luthor was dark and imposing, much like Wayne Manor. It was surrounded by acres of woodland, an entity unto itself.

“We have a similar estate in Smallville.”

“Smallville?” Jamie could not help the amusement in his voice.

Lex chuckled. “Not exactly a bastion of commerce, true, but it’s nice and quiet when I need some downtime.”

“So there have always been Luthors in Smallville?”

Lex shook his head. “Just a handful of years.”

The front door was opened by a butler. “Welcome home, Master Lex.”

Lex nodded. “Hello, Carver.”

“Your father told us to expect a new member of the Household.”

“Yes, I have a new Prize.”

“Very good, sir.”

The chauffeur brought in the luggage and Carver summoned staff members to bring all the suitcases up to Lex’s room. Lex and Jamie followed.

Jamie was impressed by the gleaming foyer and its parquet floor, crystalline chandelier, and suits of armor.

Lex’s room was paneled in dark walnut with a canopied king-size bed, gilt-edged paintings, and a soft, wine-red rug. Jamie had the urge to run his bare toes through that rug.

“Unpack your clothes and meet me down in the library. It’s the third door on the left. Oh, my dresser drawer and closet space is yours to use.”

“Yes, Master.”

Lex left the room and Jamie quickly went about unpacking. Carver entered the room. “I am here to help.”

“Thank you.”

Carver opened the dresser drawers and put in the new shirts. “So, Lord Wayne gifted you to Master Lex.”

Jamie nodded. “I was surprised but pleased.”

“No doubt. The Luthors are a fine family, too.”

“I’ve heard good things about them.”

“Most are true.”

Jamie hung pants in the closet, proud that the quality matched the Master’s.

“Master Lex is the only Master in residence right now.”

Jamie looked at the middle-aged man, relaxing slightly as he nodded.

Lionel Luthor was a problem, but Jamie had resigned himself to it. Serving Lionel Luthor was better than serving Edmund Caldwell.

Yes, he could handle that.

Carver escorted him down to the library and Jamie knocked on the door.


Jamie liked the comfortable ambience of the library: more dark walnut paneling, another wine-red rug, and shelves of classic and antique books. A set of French doors and windows gave the room plenty of light.

He especially liked the windowseat, hoping he could get use out of it.

Lex was sitting behind a massive oak desk. “Everything settled?”

“Yes, Master.”


Jamie stood quietly before the desk, clasping his hands behind his back.

Lex leaned back and observed him. “Can you read and write?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Excellent.” Lex steepled his fingers. “I like the idea that Bruce has about his Prize. While your primary duties will be in the bedroom, I’d like to have you serve in other areas as well. Reading and writing will help.” Lex tapped a stylus against the desk. “In fact, I have an important meeting to attend and I need someone with me.” Lex’s gray-blue eyes grew hard. “Someone guaranteed not to talk.”

Jamie knew the penalty for a slave blabbing and nodded vigorously. “I would never betray your confidence, Master.”

“Good, because I don’t like betrayers.”

Jamie swallowed. It was hard to reconcile this cold man with the gentle man who had, frankly, deflowered him.

Lex rose from the chair and cupped his slave’s chin. Gentleness warmed his eyes and he kissed Jamie, who responded in relief.

& & & & & &

The Kryptonian gasped and shuddered as the green liquid coated him in mid-air. The blond man grabbed at his throat, convulsing as he began to drop like a stone.

He hit the ground hard, sickly green body twitching.

& & & & & &

The video stopped.

“It took an hour for this Hunted to die. It was an extremely heavy dose.” General Elias Stark faced the table ringed with eleven men and one woman. “The quarterly tally is impressive, as you’ll notice on your stats sheets.”

Jamie understood why there was such strict security around this committee.

He looked at Lex, whose expression was unreadable. Jamie’s stomach felt nauseous. He scratched some notes on his e-pad, trying to get the image of the dying Kryptonian out of his mind.

“The Kryptonians are still scattered across the Empire, and throughout the Outer Rim.. Naturally they try to settle on yellow sun worlds but can blend in on nearly any humanoid planet. There are no outward physical Kryptonian characteristics, and they resemble our own Earth races.

“There are internal differences, such as blood types, but they employ masking agents to ‘humanize’ their blood.”

“Like the Roma use?” asked an Air Force major.

“Exactly.” Stark’s smile was ghastly. Jamie shivered. “Those filthy Gypsies are sneaky.”

“Aren’t they extinct by now?”

Stark snorted. “They’re too damned deceptive otherwise. They pretend to be something they’re not.”

“I guess being marked for execution might have something to do with it,” Major Wilfork said dryly.

Stark frowned at him but said, “We have to discuss the merits of lifting the Decree on the Corellian pirates.”

“Now why would we do that?” asked a hawk-faced Army colonel. “Those damned pirates have hijacked our military transports left and right. There’s a reason a Hunt Decree was place on them.”

Stark shrugged. “The higher-ups must think that execution is too harsh. There are no degrees to a Hunt.”

Wilfork snorted. “I’d say not. A Hunt can only have one end, unless the Government grants a special dispensation.”

Stark’s eyes grew colder. “Like those deluded fools who wish to experiment on Kryptonians to control them, or at least try and find out how to do it. Which requires live bodies, not corpses.”

Jamie suppressed a shudder. He pitied the Kryptonians either way.

“Enough with them. Let’s go over these statistics.”

The Army colonel, Aaron Breckinridge, sneered. “Stats! They don’t tell the whole story. What about what happened on Cestus III? Our ambassador from the mission to the Collective had a stopover on that outpost. A bounty hunter was on the trail of a Kryptonian and somehow that Hunted got away.”

“Sounds like the bounty hunter’s incompetence to me,” said Wilfork.

“Maybe, but the whole incident was odd.”

“What did Ambassador West say?”

Breckinridge shrugged. “She said she didn’t see anything.”

“She probably didn’t.”


Jamie wondered how this incident had played out and why were they unconvinced of Ambassador West’s word?

He noticed Lex’s neutral expression, but there was a glint in his pale blue eyes.

The meeting ended an hour later, and Jamie joined Lex. Out in the corridor he asked, “Was it a satisfactory meeting, Master?”

“Very.” Lex watched Elias Stark and Aaron Breckinridge in deep conversation. “Let’s go to dinner.”

Tags: lex luthor/jamie, rainbow's freedom, robinsong arc
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