Kagaku Ninja-Tai Gatchaman Fan Fiction ❯ Bruise of the Week ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: madilayn 
Written for SJ_SwanJun at Clubhouselefanfics. You wanted some Mark/Princess/Jason action – sweetie, you got it! Also dedicated to Ninja-Sam, who made the comment about Mark, his and Princess’ arse and the finding of same. Yes – this is PWP, probably completely OOC, but hey – smutty is as smutty does. And any girl will tell you that when you can have both Eagle and Condor, why quibble?
Anime/Manga: Kagaku Ninja-Tai Gatchaman Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.21.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 321 | Status: Work In Progress
Written for SJ_SwanJun at Clubhouselefanfics. You wanted some Mark/Princess/Jason action – sweetie, you got it! Also dedicated to Ninja-Sam, who made the comment about Mark, his and Princess’ arse and the finding of same. Yes – this is PWP, probably completely OOC, but hey – smutty is as smutty does. And any girl will tell you that when you can have both Eagle and Condor, why quibble?
Anime/Manga: Kagaku Ninja-Tai Gatchaman Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.21.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 321 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Bruise of the Week
Author: Madilayn
Fandom: Battle of the Planets
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Battle of the Planets belongs to Sandy Frank Productions. I make no money out of this.
Summary: Comparing bruises has never been more fun.
Author Note: Written for SJ_SwanJun at Clubhouselefanfics. You wanted some Mark/Princess/Jason action - sweetie, you got it! Also dedicated to Ninja-Sam, who made the comment about Mark, his and Princess' arse and the finding of same. Yes - this is PWP, probably completely OOC, but hey - smutty is as smutty does. And any girl will tell you that when you can have both Eagle and Condor, why quibble?
It doesn't matter if the aircraft you're flying in is the Phoenix or not - when you hit turbulence, all the occupants know it.
Falling a few thousand feet in one drop is not pleasant even when you're strapped into your seats, but when three of you are standing, it can be extremely unpleasant - not to mention painful.
There's that short moment when the craft drops, and you're in freefall; then gravity casts its eye back on you and you come crashing down.
When Tiny had the Phoenix back under control again, he and Keyop had a chance to look at the whimpering tangle of limbs and bodies that was their teammates.
Keyop was swift to jump out of the co-pilots seat to help sort out the mess, but it was abundantly clear to all five that Mark, Jason and Princess were going to be the proud possessors of some rather spectacular bruises, not to mention the pain associated with those bruises.
Princess was hunched over, her arms crossed over her breasts. Jason was in a similar position, sans the arm position, and he was trying to catch his breath. Mark had come out the best, as he appeared to land on the top of the pile, and he was feeling gently along his ribs.
“Everybody in one piece?” he asked, satisfied that nothing was broken (on him at least).
“Sore, but nothing broken. I'd appreciate it if you guys were careful where and what you grabbed next time.”
Jason looked up. “Next time?” Everybody started. His voice was rather higher pitched than normal. “Please tell me that's not gonna happen again.”
“Jason? You OK?” asked Mark, concerned for his friend.
“Oh fine,” said Jason finally managing to stand. “But one of you is going to be dead when I find out who stood on me.” He gave Mark a filthy look. “How did you manage to come out so unscathed?”
“He used us as cushions,” said Princess acidly, now massaging the side of her breast. “If I have fingerprints, you are both going to pay.” Jason snickered and leered at her, earning him a thump on the shoulder, whilst Mark looked embarrassed, thankful for the tinting of his visor so that nobody could see the red flush on his cheeks.
“Tiny,” he said, “take us back to base. I'm calling this patrol early - if we can get some treatment for these bruises they'll only be an inconvenience, rather than a real problem.”
Jason looked at Princess. “Inconvenience, he says. Wait till I find out who stood on me.”
At that point, Keyop returned to the main cabin, burdened with a bottle of water, plastic cups and a bottle of aspirin. “This help?” he asked
“It'll help some,” said Jason, his training as a Paramedic taking over. “It'll help dull the pain, but we really need ice, which we don't have.” He moved to his station and put a call into Centre Neptune medical facility, arranging for them to be waiting on their return.