Title: Remaining Light
Additional Characters: Tim, Damian
Rating: T (for some cursing)
Verse: Space AU
Genre: Sci fi, drama, eventual romance
Notes: I am so amped for Prometheus that I just had this craving for some kind of space type story. Not based on Prometheus (since I haven’t seen it yet) but inspired by all the Alien and sci fi movies I love.
Summary: Pilot Dick Grayson has been teamed up much to his dismay with the rebellious pilot Jason Todd and two others to retrieve research from a medical station on another planet but the mission isn’t as simple as it seems.
Dick sighs stabbing at his food in the cafeteria. The next two and half weeks would be interesting to say the least. He stares at the file Admiral Wayne had given him and thought of a few hours back. The man was sitting at his desk when he entered his office but to his surprise, found another young man sitting in an armchair in front of the desk.
“Dick good to see you, have a seat.” The older man gestured to the other chair. “I think you know Jason?”
He spared a glance over at the other young man who narrowed his eyes at him as if sizing him up, “In passing. …Why were we called in here?”
“Been wondering that myself.” Jason said leaning forward in his chair.
“I have a mission for the both of you. There’s a medical station on a start-up planet Helia-3 there are some items I need you to bring back here.”
“I don’t know about him but I’m not a delivery boy.” Jason said cocking his head.
Dick ignored him, “What kind of items?”
“Samples for vaccines we’ve been working on. Their research has advanced dramatically if all goes to plan we could potentially save hundreds of lives.” Seeing he had the full attention of the two younger men he went on, “You’ll be part of a team of four; Timothy Drake will be your navigator I believe you’ve worked with him before,Dick. My son, Damian, your engineer he may be young but you’ll see in the file I’ll be giving you he’s more than capable. And finally, the two of you will be flying the ship.”
Dick and Jason threw each other another quick look before Dick spoke, “With all due respect, I don’t really need a co-pilot.”
Jason snorted, “Who said I was the co-pilot?”
The Admiral held up a hand silencing them before an argument could break, “You two are the best fliers I’ve seen in years and it’s a two week trip at minimum so it will require the both of you. You’ll be leaving tomorrow morning.”
When the two men stepped back out into the hallway Dick noticed the other looking him over.
“What?” Dick asked.
“Nothing. See you tomorrow Dickie.” He smirked before turning down the hall.
Dick’s jaw tightened at the new nickname. He shrugged his shoulders quickly recomposing himself before heading towards the cafeteria.
Much to Dick’s surprise the first day went relatively well aside from Jason full on demanding he be the one to launch the ship. Dick had no doubts of the other’s ability to pilot but he couldn’t help recalling stories of the younger man crashing two ships previously. He remembered cadets fawning over Jason’s daredevil antics whereas he thought it was just plain careless. The launch was smoother than he expected and he let out the tiniest sigh of relief.
He and Tim had become friends after their first mission so he had little to worry about with him. The young teen was a natural navigator and quick to remember any knowledge given, and thankfully didn’t act as high and mighty as some of the other navigators Dick had worked with. He could easily attain a higher position but anytime he had mentioned it the teen shook his head saying he wasn’t interested. He expected Tim enjoyed space travel too much to be stationary, Dick could understand that.
Damian on the other hand had barely said a word to him before heading towards the back of the ship. He attempted conversation a few times but only got one word responses each time. It was of course Jason who ended up being the one to get any rise out of the boy.
“You better be as good as your daddy says cause I’m not in the mood to play babysitter.” he had said the first night as they sat in the dining area.
“I keep the ship flying and the air breathable, do you think it’s wise to taunt me Todd?” Damian said coolly.
As a whole they all seemed to work well together it wasn’t until the third morning that any trouble broke out. Dick had been eating breakfast when Jason walked in checking the cooler for something before shutting it with a grumble. The older man barely registered the others movements before he found Jason standing in front of him glaring.
“That’s mine.” he said pointing towards the table.
Dick blinked and looked over to his right, “The juice? It was in the cooler.”
“ I put it there. For me .”
“There’s more in storage.” Dick tilted his head off to the left.
“They’re not fucking cold though are they?”
He stifled a yawn and held up the bottle, “You can have this one. I barely drank any anyway.”
“I don’t fucking want it now.”
Dick tiredly sighed, “You know throwing ‘fuck’ into every sentence doesn’t make you more intimidating, more like a kid with sharing issues.” And with that he took a drink from the bottle.
If he had been more awake, Dick thought, he could have probably reacted better when Jason grabbed him by the shoulders dragging and slamming him against a wall. His head spun a little and the wind was knocked out of him and yet all he could think of was how dangerously close Jason’s face was from his. Piercing blueish green eyes bore into his with anger and a hint of something else? Dick didn’t have time to decipher what as he was distracted by the almost painful pressure Jason’s fingers were gripping his shoulders. When his mind briefly fluttered over the thought of how warm Jason was he knew it was time to wake up and get out of this.
He threw on a devilish grin that didn’t quite match his eyes, “Get any closer and you might as well kiss me.”
“Maybe, if it’d teach you’re not the fucking leader of this mission. You might be Admiral Brucie’s lap pet but you’re not mine – not yet anyway.” Jason grinned right back.
Dick’s eyes widened just slightly before narrowing, “Get off me.” he growled.
He brought up a quick knee causing Jason to step back with a laugh. He smirked at Dick before swiping the now half full bottle of juice and leaving the room. Dick slumped against the cool metal wall letting out a breath. He knew it’d been too much hope for a simple straightforward mission.