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capable_of) wrote2008-07-06 06:39 pm
capable_of) wrote2008-07-06 06:39 pm
EP for the Island Titans
It was more the jerking back and forth of the plane than the thunder that caused Lex to wake up and open his eyes. He couldn't help a wince due to the headache and the harsh lighting flashing around the dark, trembling plane. It was a feeling he knew too well, unfortunately, the feeling of having been drugged. Once he could concentrate past the pounding in his head, he looked around frantically, the cabin empty except for the dangling oxygen masks. "Helen?" He asked the rattling cabin before pulling himself up out of his chair. '
The plane jerked as he took a step, stumbling into one of the chairs across the way and catching himself as he called out over the thunder, "HELEN!" His thoughts were turning frantic as the panic set in. Where was she? What had happened? He didn't bother asking himself who, there was no doubt his father was behind this. He hadn't wanted Lex to get married, convinced it was another form of rebellion versus love of two young people. But then, Smallville would be a normal Kansas town before Lionel Luthor believed in love. Of course he would want to ruin any chance Lex had for happiness.
He needed to know what was going on, so he began stumbling his way toward the cockpit. The plane shook again at a loud clap of thunder and Lex fell hard into the bar, sending dishes flying against the wall and onto the floor. Using the bar top as leverage, he managed to push himself up to grab the cabin partition and then on to the cockpit door. The door opened with a jerk and Lex gaped at the empty pilot's chairs amid the trashed cockpit, consoles smashed and sparking. But the thing that caught his eye the most was the ocean that Lex could see approaching through the windshield. He could only stare in horror for a few moments before slamming the cockpit door and bracing himself, just as the plane hit the water.
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Somehow, Lex had fought the water and the wreckage of the plane to make it to the surface and to one of the floating wings. Exactly how though he couldn't remember when the next thing he knew, he was looking at the dawning sun and the water lapping over the aluminum of the wing. He just lay there for a few long moments, categorizing each ache and pain. Along with minor cuts and bruises, he had some glass in his arm from not shutting the cockpit door fast enough when the windshield had exploded on impact, a long gash in his leg where it had scraped a twisted bit of metal while he'd been escaping the hull. His lungs still burned from the massive amounts of ocean water he'd ingested and a large bruise blacked his chest from dodging one of the chairs that had come loose. After each bump was cataloged in his mind, he took another moment to curse his father though Lex had no idea what he'd done for his father to finally decide that he didn't need an heir, and to lament the loss of Helen and the times they weren't going to get to share. But only a moment, as one his father's prime lessons came to the forefront of his mind. A Luthor never shows weakness or let emotions get in the way of what needs to be done.
With a small groan, he looked around and spotted an island in the distance. He bit his lip and prepared to slip off the wing and into the water to start swimming for shore. Or he would have, if he hadn't passed out again.
The plane jerked as he took a step, stumbling into one of the chairs across the way and catching himself as he called out over the thunder, "HELEN!" His thoughts were turning frantic as the panic set in. Where was she? What had happened? He didn't bother asking himself who, there was no doubt his father was behind this. He hadn't wanted Lex to get married, convinced it was another form of rebellion versus love of two young people. But then, Smallville would be a normal Kansas town before Lionel Luthor believed in love. Of course he would want to ruin any chance Lex had for happiness.
He needed to know what was going on, so he began stumbling his way toward the cockpit. The plane shook again at a loud clap of thunder and Lex fell hard into the bar, sending dishes flying against the wall and onto the floor. Using the bar top as leverage, he managed to push himself up to grab the cabin partition and then on to the cockpit door. The door opened with a jerk and Lex gaped at the empty pilot's chairs amid the trashed cockpit, consoles smashed and sparking. But the thing that caught his eye the most was the ocean that Lex could see approaching through the windshield. He could only stare in horror for a few moments before slamming the cockpit door and bracing himself, just as the plane hit the water.
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Somehow, Lex had fought the water and the wreckage of the plane to make it to the surface and to one of the floating wings. Exactly how though he couldn't remember when the next thing he knew, he was looking at the dawning sun and the water lapping over the aluminum of the wing. He just lay there for a few long moments, categorizing each ache and pain. Along with minor cuts and bruises, he had some glass in his arm from not shutting the cockpit door fast enough when the windshield had exploded on impact, a long gash in his leg where it had scraped a twisted bit of metal while he'd been escaping the hull. His lungs still burned from the massive amounts of ocean water he'd ingested and a large bruise blacked his chest from dodging one of the chairs that had come loose. After each bump was cataloged in his mind, he took another moment to curse his father though Lex had no idea what he'd done for his father to finally decide that he didn't need an heir, and to lament the loss of Helen and the times they weren't going to get to share. But only a moment, as one his father's prime lessons came to the forefront of his mind. A Luthor never shows weakness or let emotions get in the way of what needs to be done.
With a small groan, he looked around and spotted an island in the distance. He bit his lip and prepared to slip off the wing and into the water to start swimming for shore. Or he would have, if he hadn't passed out again.
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"Think there's anyone else?" she calls over the waves.
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He swam away from Bart, back toward Dairine, "Not sure but if they're trapped in the plane, we don't have much time. Work fast, don't risk yourself." From one of his pouches he produced a small rebreather. "It's good for about ten minutes of air if you do find someone."
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"You are one lucky bastard," he told the unconscious figure, as he checked for further injuries.
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Stubbornness, though. She hasn't done too much testing with the lightsaber underwater, and it sputters and crackles when activated, but slices through the metal.
Empty. Good. She knows it hasn't been ten minutes, but her lungs are starting to protest, and she's gasping for breath as soon as she breaks the surface. "It's clear."
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On the beach, he hit his knees next to the man, on the opposite side from Bart, hoping they hadn't paralyzed him in saving his life. "I think we can move him if we're careful," he determined finally.
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