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Fic: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Jewel In The Crown Arc) (18/31)

Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Jewel In The Crown Arc) (18/31)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Steve/Diana, Hal/Steve
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. The House Of Wayne travels off-world to the planet of Jovara on an important mission, and lovers Clark and Bruce learn more about their Master/slave dynamic through the eyes of this exotic culture. Meanwhile, Hal and Steve attempt to aid Diana and the Amazons to finally break free of their centuries-long enslavement on Paradise Island. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Diana rebuilds her strength with Hal and Steve’s help.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): April 19, 2009
Date Of Posting: March 29, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1013
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into the 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.



Time to heal,
Time to feel,
Let Gaia
Work her magic.


Allura
"After Victory!"
201 C.E.



XVIII

TIME TO HEAL


Diana shuffled out to the patio, wincing at the bright sunlight.

“Angel, do you think you should be out here? Maybe you should stay in bed,” Steve said anxiously as he rose from the bench around the circular redwood table. He and Hal had been enjoying the day.

“No, I wish to get some fresh air. And the colors of the trees…I have never seen such a display.”

“That’s right, you never would have seen colors like this on the Island,” Steve said as he indicated the bench.

The small yard was surrounded by maple and linden trees, blazing scarlet, gold, and orange as an eye-achingly blue sky framed the picture.

“These are just some early trees. Peak color will be in a few weeks.” Steve smiled.

Hal poured a glass of lemonade from a glass pitcher, handing it to Diana, who gratefully took it. She drank the cold drink, soothing her parched throat.

“Do you think you might be up to some toast later?” asked Steve.

“I would like that.”

“You shall have it, Princess,” Hal said.

Diana smiled.

& & & & & &


As she grew stronger, Diana took walks with Steve, marveling at the colors of autumn. She took in the quaint Boston neighborhood, learning as much as she could about American culture.

Television fascinated her. Dramas like Law And Order gave her an understanding about the legal system, filtered through Hollywood. Steve and Hal taught her about how Hollywood and the way it distorted things, intriguing her with the layers of complexity. She learned about the cult of celebrity, the box office, and the Nielson ratings.

And commercials.

“Everywhere there are advertisements?” she asked Hal, watching another endless stream of commercials while watching For The Love Of Empire.

“Yep, on TV, in magazines, on billboards, monorails, the Internet, the Intergalacticnet…”

“How can you stand it?”

Hal grinned. “We filter it out.”

“But why must you endure them?”

“Advertisers pay for advertising time, and allow people to view things for free.”

“Like television?”

Hal nodded. “Television started out free, then people paid for cable, then went back to free.” At Diana’s confused expression, Hal laughed. “I know, it sounds loopy.”

“Why pay for television if it was free?”

“People thought cable TV was better. It had more programs, but also had commercials.”

“Then why pay for it, if had commercials?”

Hal grinned. “You’d have to ask people in the late 20th and early 21st centuries that.”

Dina shook her head. “Most confusing.”

Hal laughed. “You’re beginning to understand, Princess.”

& & & & & &


Diana began to work out, Steve and Hal willing to exercise with her. She showed them Amazon techniques while they showed her their own military style.

Diana grew stronger and healthier, eating fresh apples and choosing vegetables and fruit from the last of the season’s farmers’ markets. She loved the concept of the open-air markets abundant with lush produce.

Steve and Hal introduced her to corn-on-the-cob, boiling the ears and slathering them with melted butter. Diana loved the taste, amused by how to eat the corn.

“You’re eating cow food, according to the Europeans,” Steve winked.

“They do not like corn?”

“Not as people food.”

Diana laughed. “Another oddity?”

“Yes,” Steve grinned.

“I love the apples, too,” she said as she picked up another ear. “Especially picking them right off the trees. It is how we gathered out food at home. Here these ‘supermarkets’ are odd to me, but the farmers’ markets are more like home.” Her voice grew pensive. “It was one of the good things we experienced, the freshness of our food.” She looked down at her plate. “Despite our slavery.”

Steve took her hand and squeezed it gently. She smiled sadly and squeezed back.

& & & & & &


Hal was gone for two days helping his cousin and his family move to a new house, Steve staying behind to help Diana train. They sparred, Diana’s strength increasing every day.

“Excellent, Angel.”

She smiled. “You show me some good moves yourself.”

Steve laughed.

& & & & & &


After their work-out, they took turns showering, and Steve sat in the living room watching television as he waited for Diana.

“Steve.”

He looked up, eyes widening. “Angel!”

Diana was dressed in her Amazon costume, wearing her tiara, the golden eagle on her red silk bodice complementing her star-spangled shorts.

“No skirt?”

She shook her head. “That long skirt was designed for the 19th century. I need to be more modern.”

“You look great!” The tight costume accentuated her curves. Steve knew he was being sexist, but he didn’t care. He smiled. “You’re going to be a wonderful hero.”

“Shoot me.”

“Wh…What?”

“Take your service revolver and shoot at me.”

Puzzled, Steve took his gun from the drawer in the hall table. “Angel, I can’t…”

“It is all right, Steve.” Diana assumed a fighting stance, her arms crossed protectively in front of her, body canted to the side, expression calm.

Swallowing, Steve aimed for her bracelet, and the bullet bounced off the metal as Diana deflected it with ease.

“Again!”

Steve shot again, and Diana was lightning-quick at deflecting it. More shots, and she parried each one with superhuman reflexes.

“Angel, that’s amazing!”

“It is called Bullets ‘N’ Bracelets. We played it at home, though we could not use bullets, of course.”

“That will come in handy.”

“I think so.”

Steve smiled.

& & & & & &


He went to bed early, tired after a day of sparring. He missed Hal.

“Steve.”

He looked up to see Diana in the doorway.

Wearing only a robe.

“I have missed you.”

“Angel…”

She moved from the doorway. “I know you are reluctant to initiate anything because of my past, but you need not worry.” She sat on the bed. “You know how I feel.”

Steve stroked her arm. “You know how I feel, too.”

Diana leaned down as she removed her robe.

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