Prompt# 279- Rabble Rouser - Untitled - Tekia - Original

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Title: Untitled
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Rabble Rouser
Warnings: none
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Three people as kidnapped without a clue at to what is going on. The first part of this story is on my main journal if you want to read more.

“He’s in love with you, Richard is.”
Arieal blinked the sleep away and turned her head to David. He was staring at the cot, his own eyes heavy with sleep. “What?”
David tilted his head toward her, a small, fond smile in his eyes and on his lips. “He loves you. I doubt if he realizes it. And even if he does, I doubt he’ll admit to it. He just doesn’t seem the type.”
“We’ve only just met. Said maybe ten words to each other.”
David shook his head. “We’ve been here weeks.”
Her eyes widened and sleep was a distant memory. “The mirror. He said you’ve been watching me through the mirror.”
David turned a faint color of pink along the cheeks and ears. “Yeah. Not like we had much choice. The mirror used to be there, on that wall.” He pointed with his chin. “Other than that, the room is quite boring.”
She stared at the bare wall where the mirror had been. On her side of the mirror, it had been in her bedroom. The room where she had done everything. Eaten, slept, read, changed her clothes. Everything. She turned far redder than David and brought her knees up to her chest, folded her arms over them and buried her face in her arms.
“I think I want to die.”
David looked at her again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t look,” he offered, a question in his voice.
She shook her head. “Not like you had much choice,” she mumbled into her arms.
“Still, I, uh, closed my eyes when you…”
She looked at the cot, still full of sleeping Richard. “Did he?”
David turned redder. “I told him to. I told him it wasn’t right, but he’s quite lascivious. And he likes you. Fell in love with you.”
“He knows nothing about me.”
“He knows more than you think. You rarely left your rooms.” Ariel stiffened. She didn’t like people being privy to her actions, she didn’t like people telling her things that she like to keep close to her chest. She kept her eyes on her knees and bit her lip. “We know you far better than you think. We know how you sometimes stare into the mirror at yourself, doubting everything about yourself. When you smile and look into the mirror, your smile leaves your face as if you are disappointed by what you see.”
He leaned his head back against the wall he had been chained to. “I hate that part, when you start to hate yourself. And you do it so much.”
Her eyes were drawn to him again and she felt something clenching in her stomach. “I don’t like who I am.”
“I noticed.”
They fell into silence once more. Ariel turned her eyes back to the cot and watched Richard’s raising and falling chest. Her eyes found the faint shadow over the side of his face and she opened her mouth to ask, “He said you’re the rabble rouser, but he’s the one with the bruises. Why?”
David smiled. “That’s true. I fought them every chance I got. Richard is much smaller than me-“
“You’re a big guy.”
“And not a soldier. Hold up a gun to him, he won’t risk his life. Which is fine for a civilian. But when they came for the mirror, he fought them tooth and nail. He was wild with anger and worry, for you.” He chuckled softly. “That’s when I realized that he had fallen in love with you.” David grinned. “He didn’t want to lose you, even if you were just a reflection in an mirror.”
She shook her head, her stomach still roiling about. She didn’t know what to think. Here she was, in a world inside a mirror with a famous tabloid star and a solider from nearly seventy years ago. None of it seemed possible. It was all so surreal, and if it weren’t for the pain of her bruises and headache, she would say she was dreaming.
She didn’t believe in magic, or happiness, or love, or that she, in any way, could be important. To anybody. Yet, here she was, kidnapped by who knows who, being told that a man she had never met was in love with her, and sitting next to a man that shouldn’t exist.
She pushed away all the other thoughts and finally asked, “Where are we?”
David shrugged as best he could. “Somewhere in France. At least, that’s where my plane went down. I was out of it for a while there, so they may have moved me without me knowing.”
“France?” She was from a small town in the US. How in the world did they end up here? Then she snorted. How in the world did a person travel through a mirror?
“Then, you don’t know who has us?”
He shook his head. “Haven’t a clue. They’re not German, I can tell you that much.”
She closed her eyes and tried to remember the voice, and not the fear, of the man in her kitchen. She had thought that she could place the accent, but with him speaking a language she didn’t know, it was iffy. It had been a romantic language, that much she knew. It could have been French, but she was placing her money on Italian.
“What do they want with us?”
“I don’t know. As far as I can tell, they just grabbed us and stuck us in here.”
Ariel screwed up her face. “He’s rich and famous, you’re a super hero.”
“Not you too,” he moaned.
“And I’m a nobody. I just don’t get it.” She shivered as the cold from the hard floor began sinking in and she scooted closer to David’s warmth. He leaned heavily into her, giving her what warmth he could. She shifted the blanket up over her shoulders and leaned her head on his shoulder, his elbow cradling her crown.
“What’s going to happen? How are we getting out of here?”
“Do you think we have a chance?”
She shrugged and closed her eyes. “We can’t stay here forever. What do they mean to do with us?”
When she opened her eyes next, Richard was awake, rubbing one knuckle against one eye. His one open eye was staring at her and David. David had nodded off and was snoring lightly. She pushed herself upright and yawned, then shivered with the cold. Maybe she shouldn’t have slept on the floor after all.
“Comfortable?” Richard said, dropping his feet from the bed. His feet were bare, his toes long and curled against the cold.
“My own bed was better.”
“I’ll bet.” He yawned himself and stretched his arms over his head. His shirt rode high for a moment, exposing his lower belly and the faint trailing of hair leading down his pants. She averted her eyes and busied herself tucking the blanket around David’s sleeping form.
She crawled to her feet and copied Richard’s stretch. “How long have you been here?”
“About three weeks best I can tell.”
She felt something twitch in her face. “And you watched me through the mirror the whole time?”
He grinned and let his eyes roam her body. She folded her arms over her chest and glared at him. “Indeed.”
She snorted and shuffled over to the cot. She dropped down beside him and put her hands on her knees. “Do you have any idea of how to get out of here?”
“None. There’s nothing here to use as a weapon except for David, and he’s shackled to the wall.”
“How often do they come here?”
“Once or twice besides bringing us food.” He scratched at his leg and looked at the wall where the mirror used to be. She followed his gaze and felt her skin crawl.
They had been seeing everything she had been doing in her room. Which was so much. She flushed as she remembered times that she had sang to herself, dancing like a maniac. Undressed and redressed. She buried her face in one hand and groaned.