Fallen from Grace
Jul. 26th, 2004 10:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cassievalentineFinished off my pills tonight. In celebration, ENT ficcage for you before I dash off to bed.
Jonathon Archer paced the small room slowly. He had finally heard from Trip a few days ago. The man was fine, but didn't really seem to care that he had given Hoshi and himself a scare. His mind drifted to Hoshi. He hadn't heard from her since he had heard from Trip. This was very unlike her and he couldn't get his mind off of it.
He pulled his robe a little tighter around him as a draft blew in. He turned to see who had opened the door.
"It's almost time," Rofio said as he came in and stopped in front of Archer. Archer stopped his pacing and dropped the robe. Rofio quickly applied the numbing agent to his body and wrapped his hands tightly in old rags. "He likes to hit below the belt and he won't get called on it. He scares them more than most." Archer nodded as he flexed his hands a little, getting used to the tight wrappings and the numbness that was spreading through out his body. "He favors his right side as well. Use your speed." Archer laughed a little at the speed remark. He was almost an old man now, he had little speed left.
He headed out into the warehouse that had been set up and after adjusting to the blinding spot lights that filled the room, he headed into the dirt ring in the middle. The crowed that had gathered talked loudly and threw credits around as they booed him. The room fell silent as the lights were dimmed and He walked in.
Archer wasn't exactly sure who He was. His name was not spoken out of fear by the locals, so he was left in the dark. When he caught sight of Him, he almost wished he was literally in the dark. He swallowed hard and put on his game face as He entered the ring and they faced off.
Archer put up a valiant fight, but in the end, the last thing he saw was a massive, harry fist pummeling him into the dirty ground.
***
Archer woke slowly, wondering if anyone had gotten the number of that shuttle craft that had run him over.
"Oh God," he moaned when he saw Rofio's face hovering above his.
"I think your God may have forsaken you," he commented as he tended to Archers wounds. "Then again, not many survive a fight with Him, so maybe he smiles on you." Archer sat up slowly and glanced in a mirror. He was going to have to track down Phlox in the morning to help him heal the wounds and make sure the cosmetics were still alright. "Here's you're cut," Rofio said, tossing Archer a small bag. He quickly opened it and look inside.
"This is less than half of what we agreed to."
"You only went 2 rounds instead of 4," he said as he left. Archer swore and almost threw the bag across the room, but he thought better of it, quickly changing and packing up his things before hurrying home. As he walked, he hoped that Hoshi had left him a message.
Hehehe . . . I don't really Think he could be a prize fighter.
Jonathon Archer paced the small room slowly. He had finally heard from Trip a few days ago. The man was fine, but didn't really seem to care that he had given Hoshi and himself a scare. His mind drifted to Hoshi. He hadn't heard from her since he had heard from Trip. This was very unlike her and he couldn't get his mind off of it.
He pulled his robe a little tighter around him as a draft blew in. He turned to see who had opened the door.
"It's almost time," Rofio said as he came in and stopped in front of Archer. Archer stopped his pacing and dropped the robe. Rofio quickly applied the numbing agent to his body and wrapped his hands tightly in old rags. "He likes to hit below the belt and he won't get called on it. He scares them more than most." Archer nodded as he flexed his hands a little, getting used to the tight wrappings and the numbness that was spreading through out his body. "He favors his right side as well. Use your speed." Archer laughed a little at the speed remark. He was almost an old man now, he had little speed left.
He headed out into the warehouse that had been set up and after adjusting to the blinding spot lights that filled the room, he headed into the dirt ring in the middle. The crowed that had gathered talked loudly and threw credits around as they booed him. The room fell silent as the lights were dimmed and He walked in.
Archer wasn't exactly sure who He was. His name was not spoken out of fear by the locals, so he was left in the dark. When he caught sight of Him, he almost wished he was literally in the dark. He swallowed hard and put on his game face as He entered the ring and they faced off.
Archer put up a valiant fight, but in the end, the last thing he saw was a massive, harry fist pummeling him into the dirty ground.
***
Archer woke slowly, wondering if anyone had gotten the number of that shuttle craft that had run him over.
"Oh God," he moaned when he saw Rofio's face hovering above his.
"I think your God may have forsaken you," he commented as he tended to Archers wounds. "Then again, not many survive a fight with Him, so maybe he smiles on you." Archer sat up slowly and glanced in a mirror. He was going to have to track down Phlox in the morning to help him heal the wounds and make sure the cosmetics were still alright. "Here's you're cut," Rofio said, tossing Archer a small bag. He quickly opened it and look inside.
"This is less than half of what we agreed to."
"You only went 2 rounds instead of 4," he said as he left. Archer swore and almost threw the bag across the room, but he thought better of it, quickly changing and packing up his things before hurrying home. As he walked, he hoped that Hoshi had left him a message.
Hehehe . . . I don't really Think he could be a prize fighter.
