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A (very) short fragment inspired by a chat between mildredmilton and thete1 about The Graysons, via the unavoidable random backstory fanwanking in the comments.

"The Graysons" prequel AU, if such a thing even makes sense, unbetaed and hastily written.


They thought they would fly like dandelion seeds, the old generals, the smart colonels, the "talented outsiders in-the-know." They had broken them and rebuilt them as soldiers, reprogrammed neural circuit after reprogrammed neural circuit, metabolic machinery stripped down and geared again.

They believed they had make them too well, well enough to escape the fortress-like laboratory that was cradle and prison (but one built with its defenses pointing altogether in the wrong direction), well enough to go to ground, disperse, never to be noticed again unless some astronomically unlikely reason forced them to use the superhuman skills they had been saddled with.

The man smiled, adjusting the neat handkerchief in his suit's breast pocket. He had been a soldier before the experiment. Perhaps that was why he had been the only one not to run away. He had wanted what was given to him, and having it, would die rather than not use it, cease to be if the alternative was to be less.

The work he did let him be as good as could. Nobody expected less than the superhuman from a mythical mercenary that was (mostly, but not always) a database construct.

As nobody expected less than the superhuman from -and he chuckled to himself, savoring the elegance of the design- a circus troupe.

The extraordinary would be ascribed to talent, the impossible to a trick.

He entered the tent, his senses tuned to everything, his long-lost brothers and sisters standing out in his eyes as dancers among statues, as muzzle flashes in the night. It had taken years, but he had found them.

Now he would offer them a choice, and...

Among the ordinary shadows and the flashes of light, a living flame, a flying form doing what to the untrained eye seemed almost impossible, but to a knowing glance approached it from the other side.

Two of them had had a kid - and the kid was better. Better, perhaps, than even himself.

Slade's smile widened.


.finis.

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ratcreature
Oct. 8th, 2008 07:59 am (UTC)
Eeep. That's twisted.
__marcelo
Oct. 8th, 2008 01:30 pm (UTC)
Um... thanks! :)
ext_57236
Oct. 8th, 2008 03:29 pm (UTC)
oooooooooh shiny. in your special scary way. ;)
__marcelo
Oct. 8th, 2008 04:11 pm (UTC)
:) Thanks!
browngirl
Oct. 8th, 2008 04:44 pm (UTC)
SLADE SLADE SLADE SLADE SLADE YOU WROTE IN SLADE i LOVE YOU.

And I bet katarik will make even *more* noise when she sees this.

Edited at 2008-10-08 04:44 pm (UTC)
__marcelo
Oct. 8th, 2008 05:20 pm (UTC)
:D Thanks!
katarik
Oct. 8th, 2008 04:49 pm (UTC)
OKAY THIS HAS BEEN A TRULY HORRIFIC WEEK AND NOW IT IS AAAAAAAAAALL BETTER.

I just. Hiding the impossible in a circus troupe! Ceasing to be if the alternative was to be less!

(And Adeline, where *are* you over here?)
__marcelo
Oct. 8th, 2008 05:19 pm (UTC)
Sorry to hear you had a bad week. *hugs*
outlawpoet
Oct. 8th, 2008 05:31 pm (UTC)
you really need to put Boston Brand in this story. As an impossibly talented normal? Another supersoldier? And can he put it all behind him after he dies?
__marcelo
Oct. 8th, 2008 05:34 pm (UTC)
Ohhh, that's a good idea! Boston really belongs in this.
outlawpoet
Oct. 8th, 2008 09:01 pm (UTC)
rereading, what a great story, and I like how all my comments are essentially: NEEDS MOAR CONTINUITY
sockich
Oct. 8th, 2008 08:06 pm (UTC)
*GLEE*
__marcelo
Oct. 8th, 2008 08:09 pm (UTC)
*beams*
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__marcelo
Oct. 9th, 2008 01:55 am (UTC)
*beams*
realpestilence
Nov. 23rd, 2010 11:48 am (UTC)
The problem for me with this is that it takes away from the effort and skill the Graysons displayed in perfecting their craft. To make them superhuman makes their grace and agility meaningless-and it's such a part of who Dick is, that to take away the fact that he ~learned it through hard work and innate talent makes him seem less to me.

It's an interesting idea, though. I can see this Slade taking Dick into his charge after he's orphaned; and I can see him killing the parents, easily. He'd better never let Dick know he did it, though!
__marcelo
Nov. 24th, 2010 01:55 am (UTC)
Yeah, I know. It's a narrative trade-off --- and as fun as this idea was, I like canon better.
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