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badly_knittedTitle: Just A Bruise
Fandom: The Fantastic Journey
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badly_knittedCharacters: Varian, Fred, Jonathan Willaway, Scott.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the series.
Summary: Varian gets on the wrong end of someone else’s fist. Again.
Written For: Challenge 495: Amnesty 82 at
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fan_flashworks, using Challenge 55: Bruise.Disclaimer: I don’t own The Fantastic Journey, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
“It’s just a bruise,” Varian insisted. “Nothing to make a fuss over.”
“How hard did that guy hit you?” Fred was frowning.
“As hard as he could, I should imagine.” Willaway sounded as angry as he looked. “Why do you let people do that to you?”
“I won’t fight,” Varian replied calmly. “Violence doesn’t solve anything, and it goes against everything I believe.”
“Which is probably why that lout challenged you to a fight instead of Fred. He figured you for the easier target.” Willaway folded his arms with an annoyed huff. “You could at least have tried to block the blow.”
“What good would that have done? He would only have tried again. Once he realised I wouldn’t retaliate, he stopped.”
“And declared himself the winner, and you a coward.” If anything, that seemed to incense Willaway further.
“He can believe what he wants, Jonathan; it doesn’t matter. We’re only passing through; we’re not settling here. Once we leave, we’ll never see him again.”
“Why do you always have to be so reasonable?” Storming up to the tall man, Willaway poked him in the chest with a stiff finger. “One of these days you’re going to get yourself killed, and then where will we be?”
Looking down at his irate friend, Varian managed a lopsided grin, wincing as it tugged at the bruise along his jaw. “It’s a character flaw.”
“You are thoroughly impossible!” Willaway stalked off, muttering, only to turn back after a few paces.
Fred turned Varian’s head to the side to examine the injury. “I’d recommend putting ice on that, except we don’t have any, and I don’t know where we’d get some around here.”
“And we may have just worn out our welcome. Not that we were welcomed with open arms in the first place,” Willaway pointed out. “I say we pick up our gear and leave, while we still can.”
“Jonathan’s right; there’s no point in staying any longer.” Picking up his bag, Varian slung the strap over his shoulder.
“Yeah, we should go before that guy comes back to try again.” Scott picked up his backpack, scanning the crowd nervously.
“I don’t think we need to worry about that.” Varian fingered the bruise and gingerly probed along his jaw; it ached but would heal.
“What makes you say that?” Fred threw a puzzled look Varian’s way.
“I’m reasonably certain he broke his hand.”
The End
“How hard did that guy hit you?” Fred was frowning.
“As hard as he could, I should imagine.” Willaway sounded as angry as he looked. “Why do you let people do that to you?”
“I won’t fight,” Varian replied calmly. “Violence doesn’t solve anything, and it goes against everything I believe.”
“Which is probably why that lout challenged you to a fight instead of Fred. He figured you for the easier target.” Willaway folded his arms with an annoyed huff. “You could at least have tried to block the blow.”
“What good would that have done? He would only have tried again. Once he realised I wouldn’t retaliate, he stopped.”
“And declared himself the winner, and you a coward.” If anything, that seemed to incense Willaway further.
“He can believe what he wants, Jonathan; it doesn’t matter. We’re only passing through; we’re not settling here. Once we leave, we’ll never see him again.”
“Why do you always have to be so reasonable?” Storming up to the tall man, Willaway poked him in the chest with a stiff finger. “One of these days you’re going to get yourself killed, and then where will we be?”
Looking down at his irate friend, Varian managed a lopsided grin, wincing as it tugged at the bruise along his jaw. “It’s a character flaw.”
“You are thoroughly impossible!” Willaway stalked off, muttering, only to turn back after a few paces.
Fred turned Varian’s head to the side to examine the injury. “I’d recommend putting ice on that, except we don’t have any, and I don’t know where we’d get some around here.”
“And we may have just worn out our welcome. Not that we were welcomed with open arms in the first place,” Willaway pointed out. “I say we pick up our gear and leave, while we still can.”
“Jonathan’s right; there’s no point in staying any longer.” Picking up his bag, Varian slung the strap over his shoulder.
“Yeah, we should go before that guy comes back to try again.” Scott picked up his backpack, scanning the crowd nervously.
“I don’t think we need to worry about that.” Varian fingered the bruise and gingerly probed along his jaw; it ached but would heal.
“What makes you say that?” Fred threw a puzzled look Varian’s way.
“I’m reasonably certain he broke his hand.”
The End
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Date: 2026-01-30 12:15 am (UTC)