Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Hal/Steve
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark continue to juggle being lovers as well as Master and slave, Bruce continues his Abolitionist work, and a shocking Family Secret is revealed. Meanwhile, the Queen Family welcomes a new member, and Steve and Hal meet their Destinies, although neither one realizes it yet. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Summary: Steve tests the XJ-1941 while Hal is off on a space mission.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): June 12, 2008
Date Of Posting: May 1, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 914
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Spring turned to summer, then the leaves began to change as autumn arrived with the news of a new sidekick to Green Arrow and Black Canary by the name of Speedy. When asked about this new hero, Robin laughed and said, “The more the merrier!”
It was on a clear September day when Steve Trevor began testing the XJ-1941. As he flew out over the ocean, he thought of the final day of his leave…
Hal stretched out lazily on his lounge chair, enjoying the sparkling Atlantic as Steve sat in the chair next to him. He handed Hal a glass of lemonade.
“Mmm, thanks.” Steve set a full pitcher on the small table between them. “It’s been quite a leave, hasn’t it?”
Steve grinned. “A great one.” He stretched exaggeratedly. “I feel very satisfied.”
Hal laughed. “You should!”
Steve winked. “Never a low opinion of yourself.”
Steve closed his eyes. “I wish we had more time.”
“What, you aren’t anxious to get back into action? What about the XJ-1941?”
“The XJ-1941 will be there. I just like spending this time with you.”
“Relax, Hal, I’m not proposing marriage. I know what the deal is.”
His heart wished otherwise, but Hal Jordan wasn’t the marrying kind.
The silence was awkward, but then melted into their usual ease. Steve was glad. He didn’t want them avoiding each other on their last day.
“What do you think your orders will be?” he asked.
“Who knows? Could be anywhere from the Outer Rim to more diplomatic hooha at Empire HQ.”
“True. You never know.”
And so Hal’s orders had come through: a mission providing escort for miners to the Galactic Outer Rim.
Steve had been uneasy at the assignment but kept his fears to himself. When he and Hal had parted, it had been with a kiss and “See you soon” on their lips.
Steve sighed. He really shouldn’t worry. Trust in Lady Fortune that Hal would make it back safely.
Of course, easier said than done.
Steve concentrated on his test flight. The XJ-1941 was handling well so far. Data was being sent back to Edwards Air Force Base but he was on audio feed, too. Psychological studies had shown that pilots preferred human contact instead of simply automatons for company. The days of sending pilots out with only computers except on certain deep space missions had ended after too many fliers had developed problems.
Steve eyed his control panel. Every indicator showed that all systems were fine.
He was looking forward to visiting Wayne Manor for Halloween Week next month. It was becoming a tradition to get an invitation now. This would be the third year in a row.
Bruce Wayne was an interesting man. He was one of the wealthiest men on the planet (some said he was No. 1), and his home reflected that. From what Steve had read, Bruce could be a corporate shark when necessary, but was fair in his business dealings.
His father had always said you could tell a man’s character by the way he treated his slaves. Steve always liked to observe the wealthy and powerful and how they treated those below them, and slaves were certainly at the bottom of the social ladder.
Bruce was the Lord of the Manor and Prince of Gotham, but Alfred was the real power behind the throne.
Dick was a charming sprite, obedient but a cheerful addition to the Household. Vivacious and loving, Dick made everyone happier around him.
Steve suspected there was more than the usual Master/slave devotion. If there was, no doubt they would keep it discreet, considering the potential consequences.
Steve thought it charming. It made him hope a little for humanity if someone like Bruce could fall in love with his slave.
Steve kept his eye on the fuel indicator. Good. She was burning the right amount. No leaking or other problems. If all went well, the Earth Division of Starfleet would have a new jet/spaceship.
His thoughts returned to Bruce even while a part of his mind kept its careful watch.
Bruce had subtly put out his Abolitionist views, starting with the Lois Lane interview in The Daily Planet, but there had been other lines, possibly considered throwaways, but Bruce made it so smooth and charming, people didn’t realize exactly what he was saying…but the seed had been planted.
Suddenly, a red light began blinking. Steve swore as he snapped, “Edwards, my engine is malfunctioning. Major failure.” He grimaced as only static answered him. “Great. Now communications are out!” He swiftly went through back-up systems, but only half of the procedures worked.
The jet began a nosedive. Steve checked his parachute, then lifted the cockpit bubble. Just hit Eject and all would be well for him, if not the jet.
Steve hit the button.
“I don’t fuckin’ believe this!”
He struggled to get out of the seat as the Eject mechanism failed.
The jet’s speed at plummeting was faster than anyone had anticipated.
The XJ-1941 crashed into the sea.
At the moment of the crash, word came to the Earth Division of Starfleet Command that Major Hal Jordan was missing in action in the Galactic Outer Rim.
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