Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Alfred, Laylin, Clark/Bruce, Sarek, Dick, Brex, Xander, Prince Mirax Regnall, Savrin, Algar, Sefran, Dax Mantell
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
Summary: Attack in the Royal Gardens!
Date Of Completion (First Draft): April 30, 2009
Date Of Posting: April 6, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1615
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into the 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
Whether with sword or slave bracelets."
The butler turned. “Yes, Laylin?”
The free servant girl ran up to him. “King Jovan would like your recipe for that turkey dinner you prepared.”
“Oh, of course.” Alfred smiled at the pretty girl. He was very fond of her. “Come with me.”
Laylin brushed silky dark-blue hair out of her eyes. Her white cap was askew. Alfred reached out and straightened it.
“Thank you, Alfred.”
“My pleasure, young lady.” Laylin giggled. “Now I am told I can use the computer in the library.”
They entered the room, Alfred turning on the desk lamp. Laylin wandered over to the window.
“There is no hurry, Alfred. His Majesty is at the reception. I’ll present it to him tomorrow.”
“Very good.” Alfred clicked some keys, then waited for his files to be accessed back on Earth. “Technology is amazing.”
“It really is.” Laylin looked at the stars twinkling in the sky. “I’ve read up on Earth, you know.”
“Ah. And what do you think of Human society?”
“It’s so diverse!” She turned to look at Alfred. “So many cultures contained on one planet.”
Alfred laughed. “Truly. History is diverse as well.”
“Yes, a long and rich history.” Laylin looked out over the gardens. “The Majesties like to cultivate Earth flowers…what’s that?”
Alfred looked out the window. “What do you see?”
“A lot of movement…Alfred, your Master’s Prize is fighting with someone! Two someones!”
“What?” Alfred leaped out of the chair and hurried to the window. “Go to the Banquet Hall and get Prince Bruce.”
As Laylin rushed out of the library, Alfred went to the French doors and yanked them open, hurrying into the gardens.
Bruce sipped his drink. “Starfleet has many excellent Warriors, sir. I know two fine men, in fact, who served with such honor and distinction in the Virillian War and Kraylon Conflict that they received our people’s highest decoration.”
“There are always exceptions.” The steel-gray coolness of Sarek’s eyes chilled Bruce. “But surely you understand cultural differences.”
“Of course.” Bruce bristled at the arrogant tone but was careful not to show it. Showing weakness to a Vulcan was deadly. “But Starfleet could benefit from Vulcans serving.”
“Serving,” Sarek said, close to a sneer.
“Yes, sir, serving. One of the most noble things a sentient being can do is serve others. We all do in some capacity. As Ambassador, you serve your people and do it well, sir.”
A glint of amusement appeared in Sarek’s eyes. “You are very articulate, Prince Bruce.”
Bruce bowed slightly.
“Ambassador Sarek, so good to see you,” said the Elysian Ambassador.
Sarek turned to the woman, Bruce talking the chance to drift away. He stopped by the doorway just as Laylin appeared.
“Hello, Laylin.” Alfred had introduced the girl to him. “What’s wrong, dear?”
She grasped his hand. “Please come with me! Your Ja’zel needs you!”
Bruce set his glass on the buffet table and hurried out of the banquet hall with Laylin. His heart pounded as he raced behind her to the gardens.
Dick and Brex finished dinner and decided to go outside. It was too beautiful a night to stay in.
“Race ya!” Brex said.
Dick laughed and the boys took off.
Clark fought, using all the skills that Bruce and Dick had taught him, jangling madly as his strings of jewels spun out. Clark used them as weapons, his fists connecting with Mirax’s attackers, even lashing out with his feet, wishing that he was wearing boots.
Xander was just as disadvantaged in his slave outfit but he fought well. Mirax was a fighter, too, a wild gleam in his violet eyes as he tore into the attackers.
“Oh, no, you don’t!” Dick suddenly appeared and launched himself at Clark’s attacker, landing a kick that staggered Yellow Cloak. Brex yelled and did the same, the attacker cursing as he had to fight off two whirlwinds. He managed to throw them off and whirled around.
Clark gasped as cold steel pressed against his ribs. He elbowed Yellow Cloak in the stomach, the man cursing.
Red Cloak punched Xander hard in the stomach, laying an uppercut that sent him staggering into the bushes.
Mirax roared his displeasure, kicking Red Cloak, who neatly sidestepped him. He moved forward swiftly, grabbing Mirax’s jattra and reeling him in. Clark started to help, yelping as Yellow Cloak leaped on top of him.
He could feel the sharpness of a blade press against his throat. His limbs shook as he realized he was in very deep trouble.
Suddenly the weight and the steel was gone, and Clark whirled. “Alfred?!”
“At your service, my friend.” Alfred dusted his hands off, the yellow-garbed man at his feet.
“Alfred! Katare! What’s goin on?” Bruce rushed into the gardens, followed by Laylin.
“All is well, Bruce!” Mirax crowed, landing a sharp blow in his attacker’s stomach, Xander kicking the man’s feet out from under him. The red-cloaked figure fell hard to the ground with a grunt.
Bruce grasped Clark’s shoulders. “Are you all right?”
Clark nodded, the javea’s beads jangling. “I’m fine, Master.”
Relief swept over Bruce’s face. “Good.” He frowned slightly, his finger tracing the red line on Clark’s throat.
“He was quite adept, sir,” Alfred said. Dick hurried up to the group, Bruce hugging him fiercely.
“Alfred saved my bacon,” Clark smiled. Bruce couldn’t see the smile, but he heard it.
“Your slaves saved my bacon!” Mirax said gleefully.
“We are honored to serve, your Majesty,” Alfred said with a bow.
Sefran arrived with Security, having run to get them when the attack began, and Dax was with him. He dashed over to Mirax.
“Majesty! Are you all right?”
“Fine, Dax. Our old friend Bruce has slaves of action.”
Mirax’s bodyguards also arrived, apologies tumbling out of their mouths. Both had been knocked out.
“Now, no guilt or worry, gentlemen.” Mirax adjusted his sleeve. “These scoundrels were clever.”
The bodyguards looked both relieved and upset. Bruce lightly touched Miarx’s arm.
“Are you all right?”
Mirax’s smile was predatory. “These vermin didn’t harm me.” He put his hand over Bruce’s. “I wish to thank your slaves.”
Bruce signaled Alfred, Clark, and Dick to come forward.
Mirax smiled. He felt energized after the battle. Clark started to go to his knees but Mirax grasped his chin.
“Thank you, katare. Your prowess is exemplary, as is your courage.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
Mirax smiled. He beckoned Alfred closer. “Alfred, you are amazing. Fantastic moves there!”
Alfred smiled and bowed. “Thank you, Your Grace.”
Mirax nodded. He put a hand on Dick’s head. “Truly a lion cub! Such outstanding bravery in one so young!”
“Thank you, Your Majesty!” Dick beamed.
Mirax smiled. He turned to Xander and laid his hands on his shoulders. “Truly exemplary, my katare.” He looked over at Brex. “And you, my Squire. Come here!” He hugged the boy.
Clark didn’t need to see Xander’s face to know that he was proud.
“Now,” Mirax said, turning and nudging Red Cloak with his foot. “Let’s see who this blackguard is.” He swiftly leaned down and pulled back the javea. “Ah, a member of the Elysian delegation. Prince Elaan’s closest advisor, Algar.”
“That’s right,” Algar glared.
“How charming of a traitor to show his face.” Mirax glanced at the other man. “And your companion is…?”
Bruce yanked back the javea and gasped, echoing everyone else. “A Vulcan?”
The Vulcan remained impassive, but Clark could see his muscles tense. He inched closer to Bruce, worried that his Master was standing too near a deadly Warrior.
“You’d better alert Sarek,” Mirax said, a glint of amusement in his eyes.
Sefran nodded and left the gardens. Jovaran Security surrounded the two attackers.
Bruce put his arm around Clark’s shoulders, leading him away from the attackers. Dax had his arm around Xander, fury in his eyes as he stared at the Elysian and Vulcan.
“I never would have guessed a Vulcan,” Alfred said in a very low vice.
“Yeah, that one’s a shocker,” Bruce agreed.
“Why would a Vulcan work with the Kadorans?” Clark asked.
Bruce looked at the prisoners. “I really don’t know. Vulcans really don’t interact much with other races. They have a seat on the Galactic Council, and practice diplomacy, but they’re as clannish as they come. Getting in bed with the Kadorans probably won’t be received well.”
“It appears not,” Alfred said, indicating the arrival of Sarek with his bodyguards.
“Savrin?” Clark shivered at Sarek’s tone. “What is this?”
The other Vulcan remained silent. Sefran began to speak. “Ambassador, your countryman attempted to attack…”
Sarek spoke as if Sefran had never uttered a word. “You have brought disgrace upon your people, Savrin. You have dishonored my House, Cousin.”
The fury wrapped in icy cold made Clark shiver again, and it wasn’t just from the cool night air and his scanty clothing.
Savrin bowed his head. “Do with me what you will, Prince Sarek.”
Sarek snapped his fingers and the bodyguards moved forward and grasped Savrin’s arms, dragging him away.
Sarek turned to face Mirax. “My deepest apologies for the actions of my kinsman, Prince Mirax.” Sarek bowed stiffly.
Mirax inclined his head. “Apologies accepted, Prince Sarek.”
Sarek stalked away, grimness personified.
Sefran looked down at the Elysian prisoner. “Consider yourself lucky you will not be facing Vulcan justice but Elysian.” He signaled the Jovaran guards to take the Elysian way.
“Let’s go back to our quarters,” Bruce said, ushering his family out of the gardens.