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tamingthemuseTitle: Sleep’s Cure.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Samurai
Warnings: sword fighting
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jacky finally faces the world he is now in.
Despite how much they spoke, they could not make each other understood. Frustrated, Jacky sat back in the dirt and stared at the fire. He was in a strange land, with a language that was useless to him. He picked at the grass near his knee and shredded the thick blades as the man tended to the cooking rabbit.
His stomach growled loudly and Jacky realized he couldn’t remember the last time he ate. He frowned and tried to think back, but the last food he remembered was in the trailer, however many days, weeks, ago that was. Instantly, his mouth was filled with saliva as the scent of cooking meat wafted through the air.
The man ripped a bit off the whole and held it out to Jacky, speaking a single word. Grateful, Jacky reached for the food, but the man pulled it away, repeating the word. Startled, Jacky’s eyes met the bright blue of the other man’s and he formed the word on his lips once before speaking it out loud. The man gave him the meat.
What did that mean? Food? Meat? Rabbit? Jacky thought it over in his head as he devoured the hot food, savoring the burst of flavor before swallowing. He was so hungry. As the rabbit cooked, dripping fat into the open flames, the other man busied himself with checking his supplies and weapons.
Jacky only vaguely remembered a fight, and a fire. The sight of that deadly blade the man held so lovingly in his lap as he wiped something dark from the surface, sent Jacky’s heart tripping over itself. He swallowed hard and couldn’t take his eyes from the gleam of the fire reflected from the metal. Distantly, Jacky recognized the metal as bronze and he realized just how far back in time he was.
“I’m four thousand years in the past. This is the bronze age, isn’t it?”
The man stared at him hard for a moment before he minutely shook his head. He didn’t understand. Jacky took a shuddering breath and returned to staring at the fire.
Something had moved him back in time, and as ridiculous as that sounded, he could find no other explanation for it. They spoke a language that was only somewhat familiar to him, their clothing was natural fibers, and the man was proud of his bronze weapon. How did he get here?
How was he going to get home?
Jacky covered his mouth and nose with his hands and tried to steady his breathing, tried not to panic.
He knew far too much about the ancient past to feel safe here.
There was war, famine, and plague abundant in this time. He was neither a warrior, nor wealthy. He couldn’t even speak the language. Hell, he didn’t even know where he was.
The presence inside him swelled, giving him a warning, and Jacky held his breath, trying to calm down. If he didn’t, he had no doubt that the thing inside him would try to knock him out again.
And there was something else he couldn’t explain.
This thing inside him. This presence.
Jacky was so lost in the thoughts whirling around in his head, he didn’t notice the man beside him suddenly becoming still, his hand tightening on the sword. He didn’t notice the man slowly rise to his feet and step away from the circle of light cast by the fire.
What finally drew his attention, was the presence inside him suddenly shivering. Jacky’s head snapped up and away from the hypnotizing dance of the fire to find himself once again alone. His eyes widened and he tried to stand. Before he could get upright, something heavy and solid slammed into his back, knocking him to the hard ground. He landed with an ‘umf’ and gasped as his breath left him.
The pressure left him, and Jacky struggled up again, trying to find his attacker.
The gleam of the blade was all the warning he had as the bearded man raised his sword high to slice down at him. Jacky was frozen in shock and fear. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears and his vision was going black around the edges. The presence inside him was taking over. He wanted to fight it. He didn’t want to sleep!
Then his champion appeared like a samurai from the darkness. He stepped out of the shadows, sword piercing the air, slicing flesh, and moving like a dance. Their attacker never knew what hit him and he was dead before he hit the ground.
Jacky’s warrior eyed the body with distaste as he wiped the blood off his sword. He knelt next to the body to make sure the man was dead, then turned to check on Jacky.
It was too late for him, though. His eyes were heavy lidded, and he was fighting to keep them open. A yawn took him by surprise and then he was asleep once again.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Samurai
Warnings: sword fighting
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jacky finally faces the world he is now in.
Despite how much they spoke, they could not make each other understood. Frustrated, Jacky sat back in the dirt and stared at the fire. He was in a strange land, with a language that was useless to him. He picked at the grass near his knee and shredded the thick blades as the man tended to the cooking rabbit.
His stomach growled loudly and Jacky realized he couldn’t remember the last time he ate. He frowned and tried to think back, but the last food he remembered was in the trailer, however many days, weeks, ago that was. Instantly, his mouth was filled with saliva as the scent of cooking meat wafted through the air.
The man ripped a bit off the whole and held it out to Jacky, speaking a single word. Grateful, Jacky reached for the food, but the man pulled it away, repeating the word. Startled, Jacky’s eyes met the bright blue of the other man’s and he formed the word on his lips once before speaking it out loud. The man gave him the meat.
What did that mean? Food? Meat? Rabbit? Jacky thought it over in his head as he devoured the hot food, savoring the burst of flavor before swallowing. He was so hungry. As the rabbit cooked, dripping fat into the open flames, the other man busied himself with checking his supplies and weapons.
Jacky only vaguely remembered a fight, and a fire. The sight of that deadly blade the man held so lovingly in his lap as he wiped something dark from the surface, sent Jacky’s heart tripping over itself. He swallowed hard and couldn’t take his eyes from the gleam of the fire reflected from the metal. Distantly, Jacky recognized the metal as bronze and he realized just how far back in time he was.
“I’m four thousand years in the past. This is the bronze age, isn’t it?”
The man stared at him hard for a moment before he minutely shook his head. He didn’t understand. Jacky took a shuddering breath and returned to staring at the fire.
Something had moved him back in time, and as ridiculous as that sounded, he could find no other explanation for it. They spoke a language that was only somewhat familiar to him, their clothing was natural fibers, and the man was proud of his bronze weapon. How did he get here?
How was he going to get home?
Jacky covered his mouth and nose with his hands and tried to steady his breathing, tried not to panic.
He knew far too much about the ancient past to feel safe here.
There was war, famine, and plague abundant in this time. He was neither a warrior, nor wealthy. He couldn’t even speak the language. Hell, he didn’t even know where he was.
The presence inside him swelled, giving him a warning, and Jacky held his breath, trying to calm down. If he didn’t, he had no doubt that the thing inside him would try to knock him out again.
And there was something else he couldn’t explain.
This thing inside him. This presence.
Jacky was so lost in the thoughts whirling around in his head, he didn’t notice the man beside him suddenly becoming still, his hand tightening on the sword. He didn’t notice the man slowly rise to his feet and step away from the circle of light cast by the fire.
What finally drew his attention, was the presence inside him suddenly shivering. Jacky’s head snapped up and away from the hypnotizing dance of the fire to find himself once again alone. His eyes widened and he tried to stand. Before he could get upright, something heavy and solid slammed into his back, knocking him to the hard ground. He landed with an ‘umf’ and gasped as his breath left him.
The pressure left him, and Jacky struggled up again, trying to find his attacker.
The gleam of the blade was all the warning he had as the bearded man raised his sword high to slice down at him. Jacky was frozen in shock and fear. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears and his vision was going black around the edges. The presence inside him was taking over. He wanted to fight it. He didn’t want to sleep!
Then his champion appeared like a samurai from the darkness. He stepped out of the shadows, sword piercing the air, slicing flesh, and moving like a dance. Their attacker never knew what hit him and he was dead before he hit the ground.
Jacky’s warrior eyed the body with distaste as he wiped the blood off his sword. He knelt next to the body to make sure the man was dead, then turned to check on Jacky.
It was too late for him, though. His eyes were heavy lidded, and he was fighting to keep them open. A yawn took him by surprise and then he was asleep once again.
