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storypaint) wrote2011-07-03 12:56 am
storypaint) wrote2011-07-03 12:56 am
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[Animorphs] further than you have gone yourself (Rachel gen)
Title: further than you have gone yourself
Fandom: Animorphs
Length: 282 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Animorphs, Rachel, she has issues with small morphs
Pairing: Rachel gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Small morphs are vulnerable, and she cannot -- will not -- forget David.
Rachel hates small morphs. Not just bugs, because everyone hates those, and they try to avoid them, but other creatures. Cockroach, honey bee, shrews -- anything smaller than her eagle makes her uneasy. Small morphs are vulnerable, and she cannot -- will not -- forget David. Sometimes she thinks that what they did to him was less merciful than it would have been to kill him, straight out. Life as a rat? She knows she'd be looking for the nearest hungry cat.
Rachel needs control, more and more as time goes on and they fight this war. She needs to feel like she is strong, like she can retaliate. Retaliating is better than sitting still. When she's fighting, she doesn't have to think: she just acts. It's almost restful, in a horrible way.
Small morphs are waiting and hiding, are a reminder that they're outnumbered, fighting a holding pattern (a losing battle), and she chafes in her skin. She's antsy; that's the only word for it. She wants to be out there making a difference faster.
She listens to Jake, though. Jake takes care of her in a way that neither of them are willing to acknowledge between them. He reins her in, keeps her from storming Yeerk pools as a grizzly, just to do it. He guides her anger into a weapon he can use, and this is well and good. She can still recognize that, at least.
Coming out of a tiny morph is almost like stretching back to the right shape. She sighs and feels more like herself, less like something tiny and insignificant and breakable.
She's none of those things, after all: she's Rachel, and she's going to be remembered as the bear.
Fandom: Animorphs
Length: 282 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Animorphs, Rachel, she has issues with small morphs
Pairing: Rachel gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Small morphs are vulnerable, and she cannot -- will not -- forget David.
Rachel hates small morphs. Not just bugs, because everyone hates those, and they try to avoid them, but other creatures. Cockroach, honey bee, shrews -- anything smaller than her eagle makes her uneasy. Small morphs are vulnerable, and she cannot -- will not -- forget David. Sometimes she thinks that what they did to him was less merciful than it would have been to kill him, straight out. Life as a rat? She knows she'd be looking for the nearest hungry cat.
Rachel needs control, more and more as time goes on and they fight this war. She needs to feel like she is strong, like she can retaliate. Retaliating is better than sitting still. When she's fighting, she doesn't have to think: she just acts. It's almost restful, in a horrible way.
Small morphs are waiting and hiding, are a reminder that they're outnumbered, fighting a holding pattern (a losing battle), and she chafes in her skin. She's antsy; that's the only word for it. She wants to be out there making a difference faster.
She listens to Jake, though. Jake takes care of her in a way that neither of them are willing to acknowledge between them. He reins her in, keeps her from storming Yeerk pools as a grizzly, just to do it. He guides her anger into a weapon he can use, and this is well and good. She can still recognize that, at least.
Coming out of a tiny morph is almost like stretching back to the right shape. She sighs and feels more like herself, less like something tiny and insignificant and breakable.
She's none of those things, after all: she's Rachel, and she's going to be remembered as the bear.