Starcraft (Raynor/Kerrigan)

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Title: Sweet Surrender
Author: Kelriia Frettlar (the__ivorytower)
Fandom: Starcraft
Prompt: springkink October 9th - Starcraft, Raynor/Infested Kerrigan: Infestation - "Surrender yourself to me."
Disclaimer: So very much not mine.
Warnings: Het, mention of violence. Somewhere in the hazy murk that exists between Starcraft: Brood War and Starcraft II.
Pairings: Raynor/Infested Kerrigan
Summary: All he had to do was surrender himself to the inevitable.
Posted to: springkink
Note: You may note the date, and then when it was posted. School work hit me in the face. I'm not sure if I'll be doing S.K. again, but I wanted to at least finish what I picked up. More to follow. Urgh.
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He blinked wearily, rubbing his hands across his face in an effort to stay awake. He was so tired he could barely see. He took another sip of coffee, forcing the acrid-tasting liquid down -- he was pretty sure they used this to lubricate Dragoons on Eh-- Ai-- place where the Protoss lived -- his throat.

When was the last time I slept? He wondered, and found that he had to really think about it. There was that time when we came back from the jung-- no, that was the hospital. Zerg ripped a big ol' hole in my side. The memory of a drug induced stupor floated to the forefront of his mind, reminiscing.

"Jim Raynor, there is no need to do this," one of the protoss said quietly. "You should surrender yourself to sleep. It will do you good."

"Yeah... yeah, I'll do that," he said. He stood, wondering why he'd stood up in the middle of the aftershock from a quake, and made his way down the ship's hallway, taking in the triumphant gleam from the Protoss' eyes and filing it away. Somehow, it was important, like the slight smirk on the alien's face.

He hit the button that would open his cabin, and threw himself into bed, no mean feat, but he was good at throwing himself at things or so it seemed.

Laying down reminded him exactly of how tired he was. He closed his eyes, and as he felt the same kind of sinking oblivion that drugs could bring, a thought sprung to mind: Protoss don't have mouths, how did he--?

Then, it was gone.

~ * ~

She was beautiful, like he'd always dreamed. Sitting back in a chair, watching the sunset as it blazed through her long red hair -- he'd never had a chance to, or had..?

"Thinking deep thoughts?" she asked, a slight smile on her full lips, and her green eyes sparkled with amusement. He couldn't help it, he reached and took her hand, kissing it.

"Just admirin' the view, darlin'." She looked good in the dress she was wearing. Hell, she'd looked good in that jumper she'd been wearing the first time he'd met her, which brought back the memory of her calling him a pig. He didn't care, he'd meant it. She could surely hear what he was thinking, but she didn't seem to care. She was smiling at him, holding his hand.

"You could do more than just admire, Jimmy," she told him, shifting a little. She was in his lap in moments, stroking his cheeks -- smooth, she hated it when he forgot to shave -- and kissing his neck. He stroked her hair, it felt beautiful in his hands, like silk, like--

--blood. So much blood. Ripped apart by hydralisks. Run, run--

"Sarah..." he murmured, trying to shake the visions from his mind. He couldn't hide them from her, couldn't hide a damned thing, but she was--

--flickering, shifting consciousness, patterns under skin that shifted and moved, eyes that--

"Jimmy, stay with me," she said soothingly. She held him, and he inhaled. She didn't smell like blood, or like death.

"Just crazy, darlin'. Just..." He smiled, weakly, and touched her cheek. He hadn't remembered that she had two little marks on her cheek, dark black. He thumbed over them, and she smiled. He kissed her, and she pressed against him.

"We won't be apart any more, Jimmy," sounded in his head. "Surrender, and everything will be the way it was supposed to be."

"Sure, darlin'," he murmured against her lips, running his hands down her back. Usin' that word a lot, lately, he thought absently. He let go, and why not? He trusted her.

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The zerg nudged up against the pod, and squealed at the mental reprimand. Zerg Queen Kerrigan caressed the pod gently. He'd nearly been torn apart by a hydralisk, before she'd called the thing off. She'd been searching for him, just as he'd been searching for her, all this time. She didn't blame Jim Raynor for leaving her behind. What choice had he had? Arcturus Mengsk, on the other hand... Well, that's what dear Jimmy was for. Enough.

"That's right, Jimmy. Surrender," she thought to the pod. Soon we'll be together, just like we always wanted...

The End