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trans_92011-07-30 03:11 am
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Adjustment Period [open]
The first thing he'd insisted on them fixing was the clone brand, but the surgery to fix his arm had come first, to allow all the tissue to heal right. His tendency towards fast healing was taking care of the rest. Then they got rid of the stupid clone brand after.
His hand was gone.
It was still a thought he had to get used to. One second it'd been there and now it was gone. It hadn't even been all the dramatic, like things like that were in the movies. It wasn't some moment over a gaping pit, with a villain chopping off his hand and revealing he was his father. He didn't have to saw it off to escape from some deadly trap, horror movie style.
There'd been a fight, he'd fallen on the teleporter pad, there'd been a bright light in front of his face and that was it. Apparently, it could happen just that easily.
Then again, it wasn't the first time he'd lost a hand--that same hand, in fact--but after healing for a thousand years under the North Pole, all the damage from the fight that had killed him had disappeared, and the thing had apparently regrown. So losing limbs wasn't exactly something he never expected would happen, when it already happened once. This time, he was fairly sure it wasn't going to grow back, though.
Ultimately, he decided that was okay. He was a little freaked out about it, but he'd cope. You rolled with the punches, right?
Sometimes you have to roll with the accidental amputations, too.
It was war. This stuff happened, it was going to keep happening, and at least it hadn't been his head.
It was war, and people got hurt in wars, just like you made decisions you weren't sure were the right ones. Just like his decision to let Moses free all the clones was one that was weighing on his mind. (He was just WAITING to hear from Leon on that one).
Superboy sat upright on his bed in Medbay, arm bandaged and in a sling, and played Tetris on his omnicom one-handed. Hopefully, they'd let him out of Medbay soon, and then...then he'd figure out the rest.
His hand was gone.
It was still a thought he had to get used to. One second it'd been there and now it was gone. It hadn't even been all the dramatic, like things like that were in the movies. It wasn't some moment over a gaping pit, with a villain chopping off his hand and revealing he was his father. He didn't have to saw it off to escape from some deadly trap, horror movie style.
There'd been a fight, he'd fallen on the teleporter pad, there'd been a bright light in front of his face and that was it. Apparently, it could happen just that easily.
Then again, it wasn't the first time he'd lost a hand--that same hand, in fact--but after healing for a thousand years under the North Pole, all the damage from the fight that had killed him had disappeared, and the thing had apparently regrown. So losing limbs wasn't exactly something he never expected would happen, when it already happened once. This time, he was fairly sure it wasn't going to grow back, though.
Ultimately, he decided that was okay. He was a little freaked out about it, but he'd cope. You rolled with the punches, right?
Sometimes you have to roll with the accidental amputations, too.
It was war. This stuff happened, it was going to keep happening, and at least it hadn't been his head.
It was war, and people got hurt in wars, just like you made decisions you weren't sure were the right ones. Just like his decision to let Moses free all the clones was one that was weighing on his mind. (He was just WAITING to hear from Leon on that one).
Superboy sat upright on his bed in Medbay, arm bandaged and in a sling, and played Tetris on his omnicom one-handed. Hopefully, they'd let him out of Medbay soon, and then...then he'd figure out the rest.
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"Besides, you're not going to be in here forever. It's only, what? Another day or so?"
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He was a world-class whiner when he wanted to be. The only thing that had changed over the years was he didn't let it out as often.
What made him stop whining was that he liked her fingers in his hair. Felt good.
Sitting up again, he looked over at her.
"I'm glad you're okay, by the way. Just...just feel like I should say it. And I'm not going to get on your case for going down there, either."
Because that was, he realized, the mature thing to do. She was an adult, she made her own choices, even if they scared the ever-lovin' shit out of him sometimes.
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It was nice to see that sometimes, he could take the high road, too. "I wish I could have done a little more than I did." After all, there was only so much in her field of expertise. She dropped her hand from the side of his head, to his shoulder, and down against his blanket. "But I guess what I did was enough." If you liked giving Kon mini-heart attacks.
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Eventually, he said, "I think I've made my choice. About..."
His mouth quirked into a light frown.
"I know you wanted me to think about it for a while, but I knew the answer back there, when I saw my clone go after you. Knowing that I could lose you at any time, go through all that again, I just..."
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Okay, that sounded bad.
"What I mean is I never stopped loving you. Whether we dated or not, I'd still be a mess if something ever happened to you. I can't let my fear of that get in the way."
A pause.
"All this time, I've wondered what we could've had."
He went on, "And I'm still figuring myself out. I'm not quite sure what kind of man I'm really going to be--but I know I want to be the kind of man you could love."
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She looked down for a moment, "So, if you really want me, want this, let's do it. Let's try again."
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His right arm snaked around her waist and pulled her close.
There was the briefest of pauses as he considered something. He wasn't too hung up about it, but it wasn't the prettiest, either.
"Long as you don't mind me being the one-handed wonder and all."
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"And just think - you can be Captain Hook for Halloween."
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After pulling away, he said, "Hey, you know, there's one less complication in the way now."
Here comes the boneheadedness, Tana, on schedule, accompanied by a waggle of the eyebrows.
"I'm legal."
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Don't remind her, Kon. She was still trying to be the good adult! "Just remember-- no, wait. Try to behave when we're on duty together."
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He pressed kisses to her cheek and then worked down to her neck.
"We're not on--mmf--duty now, right?" he asked cheekily.
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He pulled away to lean his forehead against hers.
"Some stuff about me's changed, but the hormone thing, that, uh, that hasn't really changed."