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North Georgia Mountains
100 Words - Superweapon
âNot what I would have expected,â Â Carlist mumbled, Â lips pressed into a thin line. Mon beckoned for the flimsi, when Carlist caught her eye, â This-, this accusation against Leiaâ if it can be called that â is a new low.â
Mon was halfway through the third page, buried deep in a section on Midi-chlorian-influenced quantum chromosomal variations, when a seething Carlist spoke up. Â His voice quavered with outrage, âTheyâre calling her-â Â He swallowed several times, unable to finish the sentence. Â It hit close, too close to home.
â âA sentient, biologically-engineered Weapon of Mass Destruction.ââ Â Mon spat the words. Â
Someone (a sweet dear who I fear to name) asked me about the political implications of the aftermath of âAlmost Lostâ. I...uh...didnât realize that she was giving me a âpromptâ. And when I (finally) realised what a prompt for a fic was...then.. I thought, wha? - political???? I may have been the best in my high school class in social studies, but maaaaaan...politics?! (Seriously, I totally bullshitted my way through that class... I despise politics.) And yes, it really did take me this long to figure out how the fallout from that fic would be received in the SW political post ROTJ arena. And I have a bit of headcanon finally to do more. So uh....Sorry? Â
âYou end up together in different times, different realities, so many times, so many different ways.â Â She glanced over at him sadly. Â He arched an eyebrow at her in response. Â
âW..whatâs d..different now?â
She stared back into the fire, sighing.  âheâs young.  Too young... or youâre too old.â she shrugged. â I mean... thereâs often a great age difference when you meet.... but this time. ....â  she trailed off.
âH..how old.â Â he was still trying to process all of it, Â but he trusted Rivet. Theyâd known each other since childhood. If she said she knew something, heâd learned to listen, no matter how fantastical the claim.
âIâd guess 16 or 17. Itâs hard to tell. Â He doesnât exactly age like us.â Â She glanced at him, gauging his emotions. Â Sheâd learned to read his facial expressions almost like sign language.Â
His eyebrow arched again, asking for an explanation.
âwell...â Â she took a deep breath. Â âHeâs not...quite.... human.â
Wynterâs brows drew together, concern, irritation, other non discernible emotions warring on his face.   âW...what  is he?â  The tone of his voice came out more bitter than heâd intended. He had his reasons.
âHalfling. Half faerie half human.â Â Rivet glanced at him, almost apologetically.Â
A flash of anger went through him and his frown grew deeper . âW...what am I s..s..s.....â  he could feel his frustration growing and took a deep breath before finishing.  âI supposed to do with him?â  Â

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They sat in silence.Â
 Rivet going over the words in her head, trying to figure out how to bring up the topic sheâd come to discuss.
Wynter, his normal silent self, wondering why she drove all the way up the mountain. It was rarely good news that brought her rumbling up here in her ancient pickup truck.Â
Finally Rivet spoke. Â âI have a boy at my place. He belongs to you.â Â That probably wasnât the best way to say it. She frowned, and tried again. Â âbelongs with you. Â But heâs out of time.â
He thought a long time before speaking. Rivet was notoriously cryptic, he knew she didnât mean to be, but he unpacked her statement carefully, thinking of the possible different meanings. He had to ask questions, but chose them carefully. Two questions were important. Â He took a deep breath, repeating the words in his head before he spoke. Â Â âH...How does h...he ........... Â belong with me? Â Out of t..time... h..how?â
Rivet gave a little shrug at his question. Â âI.... donât fucking know.â Â she sighed. Â âthatâs the reason I came up here. I donât know what to do with him. Keep him safe, keep him warm. Â Keep him fucking fed? Â I guess. Â Heâs had it rough.â Â she glanced at Wynter. Â âsome human scum kept him as a fucking prostitute up until recently, Â since he was about 14.â Â she spit the words out like poison but then sighed. âHeâs not really sure which way is up right now. Â Before that his life wasnât fucking stellar either.â
Wynterâs face softened a little. âTh...thatâs horrible.â
Rivet gave him a small nod of agreement.Â
âWh...why is he here?â
She shrugged. âthe powers that be got bored. And decided to fucking screw with things. Just because.â
A deeper frown creased Wynterâs face. So many questions swirled through his mind but he wasnât sure how to express most of them.  â..... and weâre supposed to b...be t...together?âÂ
Rivet gave another shrug.  âNormally.  But the earliest youâve ever met is when he was 19 and you were 25....... maybe not ideal, but not a huge problem.... but this.... â  she gave him a sorrowful look.
He nodded looking pained. âhuge problem. Â Iâm 32. Â ..... I canât.... I wonât....â Â he gave a visible shudder.
âI know youâre not scum Wyn.â Â she laughed but it wasnât cheerful. Â âWe have to figure out what to do with him though. Â Heâs not just fae- Â heâs ... different.â Â she frowned, unskilled at putting things delicately. Â âHe needs.... things.â
âthings?â  the look of innocent confusion on his face was priceless  and almost made her laugh.
âHe doesnât know it yet- heâs never been without it for long enough to know, but he gets sick if he doesnât have physical... contact â
Wynter frowned thoughtfully.....knowing he was probably wrong, but hoping anyway. Â âHugs?â
She shook her head.
â.....oh.â Â a deep red flushed Wynters face. Â âoh... Â no.â
The two lane road soon turned into a one lane county road leading up into the mountains.