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because I can never resist a good crackfic idea before bed...
BSG/Twilight. Being Special Sucks (like, 200 words,tops) (is very possible that I blame ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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The bar was sort of unmemorable, wooden and dirty, with broken and patched windows and a fairly boring clientele of bikers and punk rocker wanna-bes. It was the sort of place you could lose yourself in, which was the exact reason Renee (nee Renesmee Cullen) was there, huddled at a table, glaring at anyone who came her way.
Most of them didn't try to tangle with her. Most of them read more than enough from her not to need more encouragement to go away.
Except her.
Without ceremony, the tall girl with the dark hair dropped into the chair, her eyes curious as she stared at Renee. "You're different."
"Screw off." Renee snapped back, not bothering to be polite. Her eyes were glaring with a burning dislike.
The other girl smiled a little, "Very different. But not like me." She frowned for a moment, then put her arms on the table crossing them and leaning closer, "It's hard being different. Special."
Renee had to admit that was true, but she wasn't about to let this girl know that. "What are you, deaf?"
"No. Just special." The smile stretched into a grin. "Betcha you can't guess what I am."
This was getting ridiculous. Renee let some of the power her mother and father had gifted her with thanks to their blood, and glared harder, "Go. Away." she growled the words, causing them to resonate just a little. A light furring of menace under the human-sounding parlance.
For a moment, the other girl's mouth was in a perfect 'o'. Then she began to giggle, her curls bouncing as she leaned back in her chair, "Oh, that's not going to work on me. Sorry. Besides, you still haven't guessed what I am." She stood up and held out her hand, obviously intending to shake Renee's. "I'm Hera Agathon, by the way, and there's about to be a bar fight. You might want to duck."
Which was ridiculous. But Renee couldn't help shaking Hera's hand and introducing herself and then yanking the slightly-taller girl behind the table as they turned it on its side while chaos broke out.
It wasn't the wierdest premonition Renee had ever seen, but she had to admit Hera didn't smell exactly like anything she'd ever encountered before.
She didn't punch like a human, either.
agathons_fan)The bar was sort of unmemorable, wooden and dirty, with broken and patched windows and a fairly boring clientele of bikers and punk rocker wanna-bes. It was the sort of place you could lose yourself in, which was the exact reason Renee (nee Renesmee Cullen) was there, huddled at a table, glaring at anyone who came her way.
Most of them didn't try to tangle with her. Most of them read more than enough from her not to need more encouragement to go away.
Except her.
Without ceremony, the tall girl with the dark hair dropped into the chair, her eyes curious as she stared at Renee. "You're different."
"Screw off." Renee snapped back, not bothering to be polite. Her eyes were glaring with a burning dislike.
The other girl smiled a little, "Very different. But not like me." She frowned for a moment, then put her arms on the table crossing them and leaning closer, "It's hard being different. Special."
Renee had to admit that was true, but she wasn't about to let this girl know that. "What are you, deaf?"
"No. Just special." The smile stretched into a grin. "Betcha you can't guess what I am."
This was getting ridiculous. Renee let some of the power her mother and father had gifted her with thanks to their blood, and glared harder, "Go. Away." she growled the words, causing them to resonate just a little. A light furring of menace under the human-sounding parlance.
For a moment, the other girl's mouth was in a perfect 'o'. Then she began to giggle, her curls bouncing as she leaned back in her chair, "Oh, that's not going to work on me. Sorry. Besides, you still haven't guessed what I am." She stood up and held out her hand, obviously intending to shake Renee's. "I'm Hera Agathon, by the way, and there's about to be a bar fight. You might want to duck."
Which was ridiculous. But Renee couldn't help shaking Hera's hand and introducing herself and then yanking the slightly-taller girl behind the table as they turned it on its side while chaos broke out.
It wasn't the wierdest premonition Renee had ever seen, but she had to admit Hera didn't smell exactly like anything she'd ever encountered before.
She didn't punch like a human, either.
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I maybe sort of need a plot, oopsno subject
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Possibly, there should be a Terminator after them. =D