Post by spyder on Dec 14, 2007 22:45:01 GMT -5
Well, here's a fic that I have been meaning to have posted for literally a year or so. It's just an idea I came up with based on an episode of the Simpsons, “Lisa On Ice” in which near the end of the ep Bart and Lisa are facing each other off in the Grand Final of an Ice Hockey comp Bart played in (before Lisa joined), Lisa as Goalie and Bart about to take a penalty shot to determine the game (It was like 2 all or something).
I'm sure most of you probably already know the scene well, but basically what happens is Bart and Lisa both have flashbacks of all the nice things the other did for them in their younger years (i.e. Lisa helping bandage Bart's knee when he fell of his skateboard, Bart sharing his ice cream when Lisa dropped hers e.t.c) and begin to feel guilty. So, instead of playing out the final point they remove their gear and meet in the middle of the rink, hugging as the time runs out. Much to Homer's dismay - “They're both losers!” XD
So yeah, I basically thought this would be cool to reenact AD:JL style with Jake and Rose facing off to the 'finish', surrounded by members of the Huntsclan and Dragon Council (resulting in a similar conclusion to that of the Simpsons).
I then decided I would do this as a songfic and chose to use the song “We Don't Care Anymore” by Story Of The Year because I thought lyrically it really matched the situation between Jake and Rose quite well. There's also a lot of switching from Jake's P.O.V to this story to Rose's P.O.V, which are noted by a bunch of centered dashes like this:
And yeah, given the circumstances this would have to occur sometime before the Homecoming ep (Or we could just pretend the Huntsclan weren't destroyed? XD). Anyway, yeah that pretty much sums it up. Except for the fact that I think it's crap (as usual lol) but enough ranting. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own AD:JL or the song “We Don't Care Anymore”; and as much as I'd love to (seriously, you have know idea) I don't own the Simpsons... D*mn. XD
Underneath the gun
In front of waiting eyes
Our time has just begun
No second chance, tonight!
I’d found myself in a lot of predicaments a lot of situations just like this. Standing underneath the gun, waiting eyes cast upon me, thinking I was done for, thinking that there was no way out. Yet somehow, I always seemed to pull through by the skin of my teeth. But at this moment, I had never felt so certain (or I guess you could say uncertain) about what fate lay waiting for me at the end of this.
They were everywhere. Left, right, surrounding me in all directions. Worst of all, I didn’t even know who to trust anymore. The Dragon Council had been my main source of leadership throughout most of my life (other then my parents, I guess). But now, as I stared across at them, seeing their watchful eyes crossing over mine they felt like traitors. Putting my security and possibly even my life at risk because of some unsettled feud they’d been having in the past for generations, and for generations to come.
Yet the Huntsclan had been one of the first exposures of ‘evil’ in the world I’d ever witnessed. Even if they thought what they were doing was ‘right’, was it really? But then again, how could I be sure that what I was doing was ‘right’? How did I know I wasn’t really one of the ‘bad guy’s’ in this world?
It all comes down to point of view I guess. All I know is that I can never, with full certainty place the Huntsclan and evil in the same sentence… Not after what I’d been through with her.
So we walk the longest days
To live inside the shortest nights
We compromise our hearts
To keep them satisfied
The shadows of our past
Hard to ignore
But judgement means nothing
That’s not what we’re fighting for[/i]
There were voices in my ears competing at shrill and loud tones, yet silenced seemed to remain my heart as though I was frozen in this moment around me, completely in awe over what was happening?
Kill him? Yeah, that would’ve been a task easily done. A few years ago. Now, well it was almost as if love struck tragedy had had to propel itself right between me and my destiny for me to realize the scale of my past actions and attempts taken in following this path.
The night was dark, lit up by only a few stars and a crescent moon trailing in the stretches of the trees and wilderness beyond. A beautiful, breath taking sight around us broken by the harsh tension and hatred consuming such a small group of people over such a small area.
Ever since I’d become fully aware of what was occurring, this short seemingly insignificant period of time that followed had trailed on slowly as if torturing me as I anxiously dreaded this moment’s arrival. To stand here now, I knew I had walked possibly the longest day of my life just to lose everything I’d ever wanted and gain everything I’d ever ‘needed’ in the shortest of nights.
“Huntsgirl,” I heard his low voice growl behind me as I gripped my staff tensely, beads of sweat running down the sides of my face “What’s keeping you?”
“Nothing…Master,” I lied, glancing over my shoulder to see my uncle. The person who had guided me through my natural life for as long as I could remember, lingering over me like a shadow. A shadow of my past and everything I had worked.
It was a lot of pressure to put behind me and my past wouldn’t be easy to ignore. But I didn’t want to this, I doubted I even could… I loved him. Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be Jake? Why couldn’t he just understand? I thought, glancing over my shoulder one last time before beginning to make my way forward Dragons are people too…
If this is my destiny, why does it go against my every move, my every hope? Why is it something In find emotionally painful just to succeed in? It didn’t make sense…
My mind was rushing as my heart continued to pump madly, still in utter shock as I carefully made my way along nervously one careful step at a time. The distance between her and I had never been so far, yet it seemed so close at the same time. As our fate surrounded us, the only thing that had drawn us apart constantly would be the same thing that united us tonight. But not in the way we had hoped.
“Jake,” I heard Gramps’ voice call from behind me, after he noticed I had suddenly stopped moving “Are you alright?”
“No, Gramps,” I said, swallowing nervously “I really don’t want to do this..”
“I know you don’t,” he replied, stepping forward slightly and placing his hand comfortingly on my shoulder “But it must be done, this is your destiny. I know you’re scared of what could happen, but just stick to your training and you will be fine… Understood?”
“Yeah,” I replied, sighing dully before turning away and preparing to venture further into the middle of the ring of Dragons and Clansmen that surrounded us.
“Jake,” he said, causing me to snap around once more “Good luck,” he added before I turned (hopefully for the last time) and swallowed once again. He knew something was troubling me, he knew there was something holding me back. It was as clear as day. But he would never fully appreciate the scale of what was happening until he’d seen it with his very own eyes. If only he could understand, if only he could know.
Because really, I couldn’t stand doing this anymore. Why was I fighting for something that just felt to dead me? I don’t know why I even care sometimes.
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore[/b]
Underneath the gun
In front of doubting eyes
We walk this path as one
Take on the world tonight[/b]
There was no out of his, we were completely surrounded. Tonight only one of us would leave here alive. I hated to admit it but it was true. Dragons, Huntsclan, they were all there watching us as we fought to the death. Until one of us was slain. It was our only way out, to take the other person’s life.
I couldn’t do that, especially for mere protection of my well being. Even if the dragon wasn’t Jake, I still don’t think I could’ve killed after everything I’d been exposed to. Normal, regular people. Not horrible, disgusting or rabid, ferocious creatures like I’d been taught they were but people just, just like me. Only with a much greater disguised.
And we’ll carve our name
Into their bones
We’ll never sell ourselves
That’s not what we’re fighting for
[/b]We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
Tonight our masters had their expectations of us raised highly, to say the very least. The Huntsclan were no doubt, anticipating the moment I stepped forward and defeated my first dragon to become one of them. I could hear it in their silence, they were waiting for that very moment.... My Uncle in particular would want me to leave him/them with something they would never forget, something that would be marked upon the back of their minds for as long as my existence in the Huntsclan lasted.
I was going to leave them with something they'd never forget, that was for sure. But I don't think it would be entirely what they were expected... Because honestly, I just didn't want to sell myself to them anymore.
I, won’t
Let this love[/b][/i]
I, won’t
Let this love die
I, won’t let it die
I could see her face clearly now. Whether it was the fact that she was standing merely a few inches from me, or a vision flashing through my mind I wasn't sure. But as the seconds slowly melted away, I assumed it was more likely the second option as I allowed myself to be completely consumed by this strong state of mind...
The very sight of her face had so much history. I couldn't see it as it was hidden well behind her dark Huntsclan mask that had rendered me blind for all those years past, but I knew what lay beneath it. Not just the breath taking, confused and distraught face of a young teenage girl, but the thing that only I would see written deep within her eyes. The memories we had shared.
There is only one thing
That matters this time
(That matters, that matters this time)
At the hands of judgement[/b]
It wasn't long before I felt even more of a reluctance building itself within my being and the recollection of a dream consumed my subconscious. The image of myself cautiously walking underneath an old, stone bridge. Rose standing just a few feet away the tone of her voice appearing desperate and fearful as she called to me.
“Jake, you have to listen to me. The Huntsman is planning something big, something terrible. You have to stop him.”
“But what about you?”
“You can't save me Jake,” “It's too dangerous.
Suddenly I gasped, my heart skipping a beat as I watched the image of my hand grasping for hers, pulling her to a stop. The image being accompanied by the very warm, comforting feeling of my hand in hers that night, as though I was experiencing it all over again at this very moment.
I knew what was coming next, and I prayed for it to feel real, just like it was now. I prayed for it to feel real just like the way I could her hand holding mine, just in case it was the last time I ever got to feel her soft lips against mine. It wasn’t much longer before I could hear my own words and the image of myself pulling her closer to me.
“You're worth it...”
I won’t let it die
No sacrifice[/b]
Regrets left behind
I won’t let it die[/b]
This die!
Yeah
This die
I couldn’t do this, I don’t know how I’d made it this far without cracking already.
With one hesitant glance back to the dragon council, and a look of uncertainty thrown forward into the face of Rose I felt myself powering down, subconsciously before the thought had even processed in the back of my mind entirely.
I won’t let it die
That’s not what we’re fighting for[/i]
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
I stood watching Jake in shock as he watched me, dead in his tracks. Anxiously awaiting my next move. He was no longer in his dragon form, he’d powered down into his human form; and with those simple actions I could tell what he was trying to say as he stood there, an anxious, uncertain smile written upon his face. He felt the same way as I did. He didn’t want to fight…
With that, I suddenly felt the tense grip that I’d once had on my staff loosen before my hand slipped up to my face, tearing away the mask it was hiding behind, glancing back at him a mix of shock, gratitude and happiness across my face.
“Huntsgirl,” I low growl sound in a mix of anger and confusion, glancing over my shoulder to face the Huntsman “What do you think you're doing?”
I could hear those exact same words echoed in a far more serious and light tone than the one that had preceeded it and glanced back straight in front of me to see Jake, standing in his human form, ignoring the protests of his grandfather..
I took one last glance over my shoulder back at the Huntsman before replying “Something I should've done a long time ago,” and with that, I cast my staff at the feet of the Huntsman before turning back to Jake once more.
We don’t care anymore
No, we don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
I, won’t
Let this love[/i]
I saw him smile at me, before feeling myself smiling back, not daring to glance back at the look of shear rage written upon the Huntsman’s face. Not because I was afraid, but simply because I was sick of acknowledging him, I didn’t want to be used by him anymore.
And with that, I ran over to Jake as fast as my legs could carry me, seeing him nearing me as well before his arms wrapped tightly around me in a warm embrace and returned it, pulling myself as close to him as I could. I wasn’t afraid of what was going to happen next, sure I didn’t know what was going to, but I wasn’t let that going to bother me. I just stood there, held in the comfort of my love’s arms.
I, won’t
Let this love die![/i]
A/N: All that effort for nothing! *frustrated scream*
…
So, what do you think? XD
I'm sure most of you probably already know the scene well, but basically what happens is Bart and Lisa both have flashbacks of all the nice things the other did for them in their younger years (i.e. Lisa helping bandage Bart's knee when he fell of his skateboard, Bart sharing his ice cream when Lisa dropped hers e.t.c) and begin to feel guilty. So, instead of playing out the final point they remove their gear and meet in the middle of the rink, hugging as the time runs out. Much to Homer's dismay - “They're both losers!” XD
So yeah, I basically thought this would be cool to reenact AD:JL style with Jake and Rose facing off to the 'finish', surrounded by members of the Huntsclan and Dragon Council (resulting in a similar conclusion to that of the Simpsons).
I then decided I would do this as a songfic and chose to use the song “We Don't Care Anymore” by Story Of The Year because I thought lyrically it really matched the situation between Jake and Rose quite well. There's also a lot of switching from Jake's P.O.V to this story to Rose's P.O.V, which are noted by a bunch of centered dashes like this:
----------------------------
And yeah, given the circumstances this would have to occur sometime before the Homecoming ep (Or we could just pretend the Huntsclan weren't destroyed? XD). Anyway, yeah that pretty much sums it up. Except for the fact that I think it's crap (as usual lol) but enough ranting. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own AD:JL or the song “We Don't Care Anymore”; and as much as I'd love to (seriously, you have know idea) I don't own the Simpsons... D*mn. XD
We Don't Care Anymore
Underneath the gun
In front of waiting eyes
Our time has just begun
No second chance, tonight!
I’d found myself in a lot of predicaments a lot of situations just like this. Standing underneath the gun, waiting eyes cast upon me, thinking I was done for, thinking that there was no way out. Yet somehow, I always seemed to pull through by the skin of my teeth. But at this moment, I had never felt so certain (or I guess you could say uncertain) about what fate lay waiting for me at the end of this.
They were everywhere. Left, right, surrounding me in all directions. Worst of all, I didn’t even know who to trust anymore. The Dragon Council had been my main source of leadership throughout most of my life (other then my parents, I guess). But now, as I stared across at them, seeing their watchful eyes crossing over mine they felt like traitors. Putting my security and possibly even my life at risk because of some unsettled feud they’d been having in the past for generations, and for generations to come.
Yet the Huntsclan had been one of the first exposures of ‘evil’ in the world I’d ever witnessed. Even if they thought what they were doing was ‘right’, was it really? But then again, how could I be sure that what I was doing was ‘right’? How did I know I wasn’t really one of the ‘bad guy’s’ in this world?
It all comes down to point of view I guess. All I know is that I can never, with full certainty place the Huntsclan and evil in the same sentence… Not after what I’d been through with her.
----------------------------
So we walk the longest days
To live inside the shortest nights
We compromise our hearts
To keep them satisfied
The shadows of our past
Hard to ignore
But judgement means nothing
That’s not what we’re fighting for[/i]
There were voices in my ears competing at shrill and loud tones, yet silenced seemed to remain my heart as though I was frozen in this moment around me, completely in awe over what was happening?
Kill him? Yeah, that would’ve been a task easily done. A few years ago. Now, well it was almost as if love struck tragedy had had to propel itself right between me and my destiny for me to realize the scale of my past actions and attempts taken in following this path.
The night was dark, lit up by only a few stars and a crescent moon trailing in the stretches of the trees and wilderness beyond. A beautiful, breath taking sight around us broken by the harsh tension and hatred consuming such a small group of people over such a small area.
Ever since I’d become fully aware of what was occurring, this short seemingly insignificant period of time that followed had trailed on slowly as if torturing me as I anxiously dreaded this moment’s arrival. To stand here now, I knew I had walked possibly the longest day of my life just to lose everything I’d ever wanted and gain everything I’d ever ‘needed’ in the shortest of nights.
“Huntsgirl,” I heard his low voice growl behind me as I gripped my staff tensely, beads of sweat running down the sides of my face “What’s keeping you?”
“Nothing…Master,” I lied, glancing over my shoulder to see my uncle. The person who had guided me through my natural life for as long as I could remember, lingering over me like a shadow. A shadow of my past and everything I had worked.
It was a lot of pressure to put behind me and my past wouldn’t be easy to ignore. But I didn’t want to this, I doubted I even could… I loved him. Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be Jake? Why couldn’t he just understand? I thought, glancing over my shoulder one last time before beginning to make my way forward Dragons are people too…
----------------------------
If this is my destiny, why does it go against my every move, my every hope? Why is it something In find emotionally painful just to succeed in? It didn’t make sense…
My mind was rushing as my heart continued to pump madly, still in utter shock as I carefully made my way along nervously one careful step at a time. The distance between her and I had never been so far, yet it seemed so close at the same time. As our fate surrounded us, the only thing that had drawn us apart constantly would be the same thing that united us tonight. But not in the way we had hoped.
“Jake,” I heard Gramps’ voice call from behind me, after he noticed I had suddenly stopped moving “Are you alright?”
“No, Gramps,” I said, swallowing nervously “I really don’t want to do this..”
“I know you don’t,” he replied, stepping forward slightly and placing his hand comfortingly on my shoulder “But it must be done, this is your destiny. I know you’re scared of what could happen, but just stick to your training and you will be fine… Understood?”
“Yeah,” I replied, sighing dully before turning away and preparing to venture further into the middle of the ring of Dragons and Clansmen that surrounded us.
“Jake,” he said, causing me to snap around once more “Good luck,” he added before I turned (hopefully for the last time) and swallowed once again. He knew something was troubling me, he knew there was something holding me back. It was as clear as day. But he would never fully appreciate the scale of what was happening until he’d seen it with his very own eyes. If only he could understand, if only he could know.
Because really, I couldn’t stand doing this anymore. Why was I fighting for something that just felt to dead me? I don’t know why I even care sometimes.
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore[/b]
Underneath the gun
In front of doubting eyes
We walk this path as one
Take on the world tonight[/b]
----------------------------
There was no out of his, we were completely surrounded. Tonight only one of us would leave here alive. I hated to admit it but it was true. Dragons, Huntsclan, they were all there watching us as we fought to the death. Until one of us was slain. It was our only way out, to take the other person’s life.
I couldn’t do that, especially for mere protection of my well being. Even if the dragon wasn’t Jake, I still don’t think I could’ve killed after everything I’d been exposed to. Normal, regular people. Not horrible, disgusting or rabid, ferocious creatures like I’d been taught they were but people just, just like me. Only with a much greater disguised.
And we’ll carve our name
Into their bones
We’ll never sell ourselves
That’s not what we’re fighting for
[/b]We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
Tonight our masters had their expectations of us raised highly, to say the very least. The Huntsclan were no doubt, anticipating the moment I stepped forward and defeated my first dragon to become one of them. I could hear it in their silence, they were waiting for that very moment.... My Uncle in particular would want me to leave him/them with something they would never forget, something that would be marked upon the back of their minds for as long as my existence in the Huntsclan lasted.
I was going to leave them with something they'd never forget, that was for sure. But I don't think it would be entirely what they were expected... Because honestly, I just didn't want to sell myself to them anymore.
I, won’t
Let this love[/b][/i]
----------------------------
I, won’t
Let this love die
I, won’t let it die
I could see her face clearly now. Whether it was the fact that she was standing merely a few inches from me, or a vision flashing through my mind I wasn't sure. But as the seconds slowly melted away, I assumed it was more likely the second option as I allowed myself to be completely consumed by this strong state of mind...
The very sight of her face had so much history. I couldn't see it as it was hidden well behind her dark Huntsclan mask that had rendered me blind for all those years past, but I knew what lay beneath it. Not just the breath taking, confused and distraught face of a young teenage girl, but the thing that only I would see written deep within her eyes. The memories we had shared.
There is only one thing
That matters this time
(That matters, that matters this time)
At the hands of judgement[/b]
It wasn't long before I felt even more of a reluctance building itself within my being and the recollection of a dream consumed my subconscious. The image of myself cautiously walking underneath an old, stone bridge. Rose standing just a few feet away the tone of her voice appearing desperate and fearful as she called to me.
“Jake, you have to listen to me. The Huntsman is planning something big, something terrible. You have to stop him.”
“But what about you?”
“You can't save me Jake,” “It's too dangerous.
Suddenly I gasped, my heart skipping a beat as I watched the image of my hand grasping for hers, pulling her to a stop. The image being accompanied by the very warm, comforting feeling of my hand in hers that night, as though I was experiencing it all over again at this very moment.
I knew what was coming next, and I prayed for it to feel real, just like it was now. I prayed for it to feel real just like the way I could her hand holding mine, just in case it was the last time I ever got to feel her soft lips against mine. It wasn’t much longer before I could hear my own words and the image of myself pulling her closer to me.
“You're worth it...”
I won’t let it die
No sacrifice[/b]
Regrets left behind
I won’t let it die[/b]
This die!
Yeah
This die
I couldn’t do this, I don’t know how I’d made it this far without cracking already.
With one hesitant glance back to the dragon council, and a look of uncertainty thrown forward into the face of Rose I felt myself powering down, subconsciously before the thought had even processed in the back of my mind entirely.
I won’t let it die
That’s not what we’re fighting for[/i]
----------------------------
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
I stood watching Jake in shock as he watched me, dead in his tracks. Anxiously awaiting my next move. He was no longer in his dragon form, he’d powered down into his human form; and with those simple actions I could tell what he was trying to say as he stood there, an anxious, uncertain smile written upon his face. He felt the same way as I did. He didn’t want to fight…
With that, I suddenly felt the tense grip that I’d once had on my staff loosen before my hand slipped up to my face, tearing away the mask it was hiding behind, glancing back at him a mix of shock, gratitude and happiness across my face.
“Huntsgirl,” I low growl sound in a mix of anger and confusion, glancing over my shoulder to face the Huntsman “What do you think you're doing?”
I could hear those exact same words echoed in a far more serious and light tone than the one that had preceeded it and glanced back straight in front of me to see Jake, standing in his human form, ignoring the protests of his grandfather..
I took one last glance over my shoulder back at the Huntsman before replying “Something I should've done a long time ago,” and with that, I cast my staff at the feet of the Huntsman before turning back to Jake once more.
We don’t care anymore
No, we don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
We don’t care anymore
I, won’t
Let this love[/i]
I saw him smile at me, before feeling myself smiling back, not daring to glance back at the look of shear rage written upon the Huntsman’s face. Not because I was afraid, but simply because I was sick of acknowledging him, I didn’t want to be used by him anymore.
And with that, I ran over to Jake as fast as my legs could carry me, seeing him nearing me as well before his arms wrapped tightly around me in a warm embrace and returned it, pulling myself as close to him as I could. I wasn’t afraid of what was going to happen next, sure I didn’t know what was going to, but I wasn’t let that going to bother me. I just stood there, held in the comfort of my love’s arms.
I, won’t
Let this love die![/i]
----------------------------
A/N: All that effort for nothing! *frustrated scream*
…
So, what do you think? XD