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bravecows, YJ/Johnny Maxwell crossover that this time *includes* people from JM
"My mum wants to know if your lot want something to drink," Yo-less said. "Tea or juice. Or coffee," he added, giving Kon a look he'd come to recognise as "you're *American*. They have guns and 42 flavours of icecream and wear lycra bodysuits in public."
"There's biscuits. Ginger nuts. And mum wants to know if you're staying for tea," he added.
"…okay."
"'Cause if you are, mum says she'll have to go down to the shops, and that'll have to wait until the high street's clear again." Yo-less gestured at the large red, yellow and green dragon that was occupying most of the high street, and the young girls, dressed in costume or Top Shop's finest, that were tied to the streetlights in front of Woolworths. "But it probably won't take that much longer."
"I--" Superboy started to say. "Shouldn't you be freaking out more? I mean, I get that you have this whole Giles thing going for you with the Englishness and the tweed and--"
"I'm not wearing tweed! Why does everyone always think I'm wearing tweed?"
"--but there are dragons, like real *dragons* and Robin and I should be *helping*..."
Yo-less shrugged. "Well, this sort of the things always happening around Johnny. It's best just to leave him to, and be ready to lend a hand if he starts seeing invisible bugs that are really there. Don't you get cold?"
"Huh?"
"You know, going out like that." Yo-less made a vague gesture at Superboy's costume. "I'd get cold."
"I'm used to it. And it's not real spandex."
"Oh." Yo-less looked around, searching for a safe topic of conversation.
What Yo-less had meant, of course, was not "Don't you get cold," but "Don't you get embarassed, walking around like that in public, though at least you've got your underwear on the inside, if you're wearing any, because I can't see any lines."
What Superboy meant in his reply was, "No, I don't get cold."
"You think it's going to take much--" And then they were both looking, because Johnny was gesturing wildly and trying to explain something to the dragon, or possibly the girls, and then the dragon was-- it was Robin and it was the dragon and it was both at the same time while being physically separate and Johnny kissed him and then--
Then there was a row of shops, and Cassie helping some civilians out of their ropes and Johnny and Robin walking towards them.
"What just happened?" Kon said, not quite grabbing Robin and running, but close.
"It was the stories. Like a, a--"
"A cultural mythology," Robin said. "Paired with a possible dimensional intrusion."
"So it wasn't real? Just like a hologram or mirage or something."
"No," said Johnny. "They are real. They're *really* real, or else they couldn’t be imaginary here. Or the other way around."
"But they're gone now?" Yo-less said. He looked around a little nervously. The dragons hadn't been too bad, but the Prince Charmings had been quite frankly, terrifying to a young boy in the formative stages of his development. "And everyone's back to normal."
Johnny nodded. "The extra stuff's all gone back to where it wasn't before."
"Where it wasn't…?"
Johnny shrugged. "It helps if you don't think about it."
End.
"There's biscuits. Ginger nuts. And mum wants to know if you're staying for tea," he added.
"…okay."
"'Cause if you are, mum says she'll have to go down to the shops, and that'll have to wait until the high street's clear again." Yo-less gestured at the large red, yellow and green dragon that was occupying most of the high street, and the young girls, dressed in costume or Top Shop's finest, that were tied to the streetlights in front of Woolworths. "But it probably won't take that much longer."
"I--" Superboy started to say. "Shouldn't you be freaking out more? I mean, I get that you have this whole Giles thing going for you with the Englishness and the tweed and--"
"I'm not wearing tweed! Why does everyone always think I'm wearing tweed?"
"--but there are dragons, like real *dragons* and Robin and I should be *helping*..."
Yo-less shrugged. "Well, this sort of the things always happening around Johnny. It's best just to leave him to, and be ready to lend a hand if he starts seeing invisible bugs that are really there. Don't you get cold?"
"Huh?"
"You know, going out like that." Yo-less made a vague gesture at Superboy's costume. "I'd get cold."
"I'm used to it. And it's not real spandex."
"Oh." Yo-less looked around, searching for a safe topic of conversation.
What Yo-less had meant, of course, was not "Don't you get cold," but "Don't you get embarassed, walking around like that in public, though at least you've got your underwear on the inside, if you're wearing any, because I can't see any lines."
What Superboy meant in his reply was, "No, I don't get cold."
"You think it's going to take much--" And then they were both looking, because Johnny was gesturing wildly and trying to explain something to the dragon, or possibly the girls, and then the dragon was-- it was Robin and it was the dragon and it was both at the same time while being physically separate and Johnny kissed him and then--
Then there was a row of shops, and Cassie helping some civilians out of their ropes and Johnny and Robin walking towards them.
"What just happened?" Kon said, not quite grabbing Robin and running, but close.
"It was the stories. Like a, a--"
"A cultural mythology," Robin said. "Paired with a possible dimensional intrusion."
"So it wasn't real? Just like a hologram or mirage or something."
"No," said Johnny. "They are real. They're *really* real, or else they couldn’t be imaginary here. Or the other way around."
"But they're gone now?" Yo-less said. He looked around a little nervously. The dragons hadn't been too bad, but the Prince Charmings had been quite frankly, terrifying to a young boy in the formative stages of his development. "And everyone's back to normal."
Johnny nodded. "The extra stuff's all gone back to where it wasn't before."
"Where it wasn't…?"
Johnny shrugged. "It helps if you don't think about it."
End.
*incoherent with SQUEE*
Squeeeeeee!
What Yo-less had meant, of course, was not "Don't you get cold," but "Don't you get embarassed, walking around like that in public, though at least you've got your underwear on the inside, if you're wearing any, because I can't see any lines."
What Superboy meant in his reply was, "No, I don't get cold."
This? Is so, so brilliant. Yo-less! And Kon! Both being themselves, and being British as opposed to American, and being embarrassed and oblique as opposed to just sort of, taking all the spandex for granted. eeeee. It would so happen that way. Eeeee!
Love the tweed. And
"They are real. They're *really* real, or else they couldn’t be imaginary here. Or the other way around."
That's my boy. Oh, so much love. *hearts him*
*hearts you*
And! Johnny/Tim!1! And implied Tim/Kon! This fic has everything. Thank you so much!
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(Anonymous) 2005-05-04 12:56 am (UTC)(link)This rules!
-Erinna
Thanks
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(Anonymous) 2005-08-31 01:40 am (UTC)(link)There needs to be more Johnny Maxwell fic, of every kind.
-Erinna