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badly_knittedTitle: Non-Combatant
Fandom: The Fantastic Journey
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Varian, Fred, Ben.
Rating: PG
Setting: Vortex.
Summary: Varian is not a fighter, but that doesn’t mean he’ll stop Fred and Ben doing whatever they have to.
Written For: The prompt ‘Archway’ on my
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1character table.Disclaimer: I don’t own The Fantastic Journey, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
Violence, of any kind, wasn’t merely against Varian’s beliefs, it was against his very nature. He’d never raised his hand to anyone, and no matter the danger, he didn’t intend to start now. He was a man of peace, he didn’t fight, but… that didn’t mean he was going to object if someone else was doing the fighting. It was a matter of practicalities. He was limited in what he could do, but the two men he’d just freed from the privateers’ cell were from a different time, governed by a different code of conduct, so…
Varian paused before the archway, drew back a little, letting Fred and Ben go ahead of him to deal with a couple of the privateers, who were clearly ready and willing to do whatever it took to prevent their prisoners from escaping. He winced slightly, watching the two men punching and kicking… He’d been on the receiving end of one of Fred’s punches, knew how painful they could be, but he supposed the privateers were used to being hit. When he’d been Camden’s guest, he’d noticed the captain’s men squabbled a lot; they often came to blows. It was something he doubted he’d ever understand, but he didn’t need to. It was their way, not his.
The fight was over quickly, the privateers knocked down and out, but not seriously damaged. His two new acquaintances didn’t appear to have used excessive force, although Varian didn’t consider himself a good judge of such things. Being a pacifist, and coming from a time where all forms of violence had been relegated to the past, he had little experience of fighting, even as a spectator. It was an anachronism.
Nevertheless, the brief scuffle had proven effective at removing a potential obstacle to their escape, so as soon as the way ahead was clear, he dodged the fallen men, and paused on the other side of the archway, waiting patiently for the two men he’d agreed to rescue to catch up with him. Now they only needed to find the woman who’d been with them, and free her.
The End
Varian paused before the archway, drew back a little, letting Fred and Ben go ahead of him to deal with a couple of the privateers, who were clearly ready and willing to do whatever it took to prevent their prisoners from escaping. He winced slightly, watching the two men punching and kicking… He’d been on the receiving end of one of Fred’s punches, knew how painful they could be, but he supposed the privateers were used to being hit. When he’d been Camden’s guest, he’d noticed the captain’s men squabbled a lot; they often came to blows. It was something he doubted he’d ever understand, but he didn’t need to. It was their way, not his.
The fight was over quickly, the privateers knocked down and out, but not seriously damaged. His two new acquaintances didn’t appear to have used excessive force, although Varian didn’t consider himself a good judge of such things. Being a pacifist, and coming from a time where all forms of violence had been relegated to the past, he had little experience of fighting, even as a spectator. It was an anachronism.
Nevertheless, the brief scuffle had proven effective at removing a potential obstacle to their escape, so as soon as the way ahead was clear, he dodged the fallen men, and paused on the other side of the archway, waiting patiently for the two men he’d agreed to rescue to catch up with him. Now they only needed to find the woman who’d been with them, and free her.
The End
