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Animorphs
Title: "Prince Jake"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Disclaimer: Jake, Ax, Cassie, Yeerks, and Animorphs are © & TM K. A. Applegate and the Scholastic company and are used without permission. Everything else is © & TM Pirate Turner. The author makes no profit off of this story.
Author's Note: Due to formatting problems, the usual <> brackets used for telepathy in these books have been replaced by the [] brackets for this story.
Jake was walking in the woods towards Cassie's house when he heard a noise behind him. He whirled around only to discover Ax standing there. [Good evening, Prince Jake,] Ax greeted him, using thought-speak, his natural means of communication since he didn't have a mouth.
"Ax, don't call me 'Prince'."
[Why not, Prince Jake?]
"I'm not your prince."
[You lead me into battle; thus, you are my Prince.]
Jake shook his head. "We're equals."
Ax gave him a disbelieving look. [You are my Prince,] he insisted.
"No, I'm not."
[But you lead me in battle. I follow and obey your instructions.]
"Not always," grumbled Jake.
[What are you doing here at night any way, Prince Jake?]
Instead of telling Ax that he was on his way to visit Cassie, Jake reminded Ax, "Don't call me 'Prince'."
[But why not?] Ax asked stubbornly. [You are my Prince; why don't you like me to call you what you are?]
Jake shook his head. Just telling Ax not to call him "Prince" because he wasn't his Prince wasn't doing any good. He looked back up at his alien friend. "Listen, Ax, if you call me 'Prince Jake' in public, it could call the Yeerks' attention and they could figure out who we are."
[Okay, so I will not call you 'Prince' in public.] Ax nodded his blue head, causing his stalk eyes to bob up and down as well. [But we're not in public.]
"No, but you need to start working on breaking the habit of calling me 'Prince Jake' in public."
[What good will working on not calling you 'Prince Jake' when we're not in public do?]
"If you get out of the habit of calling me 'Prince Jake' now, when we're not in public, why would you call me 'Prince Jake' in public?"
[I wouldn't,] Ax agreed, [Prince Jake.]
"You just did it again!"
[I know, Prince Jake.] Ax nodded.
Jake sighed in frustration. He held his head as if he was getting a headache. Then, an ideal dawned upon him. "Ax, if I am your Prince --"
[Of course you're my Prince.]
"Then you have to do what I say then, don't you?"
[Yes, Prince Jake.]
"Then I demand that you stop calling me 'Prince Jake'."
Ax nodded obediently.
"I have to go now, Ax, so I can get to Cassie's in time."
[You're going to Cassie's? Is there to be a meeting tonight?]
"No, not tonight."
[Then why are you going to her house?]
"To study together."
[But you don't have any of your school books.]
"Cassie has hers, and we only need one." After a few silent seconds, Jake said, "Good night, Ax." He turned and left.
[Good night, Prince Jake,] Ax said aloud, more to himself than to Jake.
A few yards ahead, Jake heard Ax's voice in his head. He sighed, more frustrated than before, and clutched his head with his hand to ease his headache called Ax. "I don't think I'm ever gonna get him to stop calling me 'Prince'," he muttered.
The End
Title: "A Study on Leadership"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Drabble
Challenge: For a Comment-fic LJ comm prompt
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 29 June, 2012
Disclaimer: Jake, all other recognizable characters mentioned within, and the Animorphs are © & TM K.A. Applegate and Scholastic, not the author, and are used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
He used to have time to study for tests. Now he's glad if he can just take the test, let alone pass it, for he never has time to open a school book any more and barely attends school. He still studies, though. He studies the Yeerks, their movements and strategies. He studies past wars and how small forces came up to defeat larger, seemingly impossible odds. He studies military leaders' strategies and how he can use them, and sometimes, when he's too tired to think clearly and the words are running together, he wonders. Will anybody ever study him?
The End
Title: "A Sweet Steal"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Drabble
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 19 July, 2012
Challenge: For one of my 100 Drabbles of Summer with the Charloft LJ comm and doubling as an answer to a Comment-fic LJ comm prompt
Disclaimer: Marco, the Animorphs, and all other recognizable characters mentioned within are © & TM K.A. Applegate, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Crime is its own reward. He's known it since he was just a child, looking around at a convenience store and seeing all its booty. At that age, he didn't think of the money, beer, or smokes like most robbers would, nor did he worry that the police might come after him. He surely didn't consider the world might be being brought to an end. He just took the candy and enjoyed its sweet chocolate, and since that moment until now, Marco still thinks of that early reward he reaped for himself every time he bites into a candy bar.
The End
Title: "Cassie's Heroes"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
She knew she should be with them. Guilt weighed heavily upon Cassie as she walked through the kitchen in which she'd spent so many happy childhood moments baking cookies with her mom and playing checkers at their kitchen table with her father. She remembered every moment she'd spent with them here as she worked, but she recalled, too, the mission over which her friends were grappling. She should be there with them in the barn, checking on the animals and voicing her own opinions, but she already knew how the debate would end.
There wasn't really any other choice but to follow through with Rachel's latest, life risking plan. There was no more choice in what they were about to do than there had been when they'd found the dying Andalite's spacecraft and first learned of the existence of the Yeerks. They couldn't turn a blind eye to what they'd learned for the safety of their world.
It wasn't just the Earth's population at large that kept them from ignoring their duty and waiting for some one else to come fight a war that shouldn't be battled by kids. It was more deeply and closer than that. Cassie'd often thought that she might be able to ignore the Yeerks and go back to living her regular, normal life if it had just been the outside humans who were at risk. Yet, even if the animals she loved wouldn't be hurt by the destruction of their world, there were two for whom Cassie would do anything, give anything, and risk anything.
The little, black girl whose parents still thought of her as a kid, though she'd been forced to kill, wiped the tears from her eyes and lifted her chin all by herself. The meeting would have to go on without her. She needed this. She had to have it. She lifted the tray, loaded with coffee, pancakes, the morning newspaper, and roses, and headed for her parents' room.
She needed just a few moments in this awful world, made that way by the Yeerks' infestation, for everything to be normal. She needed to forget, for just a little while, why she fought and remember, instead, why it was so important and so great to love. Cassie wouldn't admit it aloud to any of the others, but she needed to be what she should be -- a daughter, a little girl -- for just one more time before facing the latest impossible mission of the Animorphs from which it was far too likely that none of them would return.
She wiped away a few more tears and squared her thin shoulders determinedly as she fixed her mask back into place. She couldn't let her parents know what was happening. The others all believed that you couldn't tell who had a Yeerk in their head and who didn't. She could understand, even almost completely agree with their belief. After all, Jake's brother was a host. But she would always know her parents.
She didn't tell them what was really happening in her life any more not because she was afraid they might be Yeerks. No, she knew what would happen if she told them, and that was the very reason why she didn't. Her parents were more than just her parents. They, like the Animorphs, were her best friends, but they were also her heroes. She'd never once known either of her parents to turn away some one who needed help, and they'd been saving lives for as long as Cassie could remember -- not from aliens, of course, but from threats no less dangerous for the animals who suffered them.
They'd rise to the cause again, Cassie knew, if they ever found out what was happening. They'd fight her battle for her, refuse to let her, their little girl, fight, and get themselves killed in the process of trying to save her and their world. She couldn't let that happen. She had to be their hero this time, even if it meant lying to them.
But Cassie didn't lie when she wished them a cheery, "Good morning!", upon entering their bedroom that morning. And she certainly didn't lie when she told them she loved them. She only wished, as she kept her tears expertly at bay, that they knew how much she'd always love them before the day came that she wouldn't come home.
The End
Title: "Dust in the Wind"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
She'd heard it said that, after you die, you become nothing more important than dust in the wind. Your family and friends may cry for you at first, but eventually they forget you and the pain of your loss and move on with their lives. She knows that's not the truth for her, at least, however, for every one of her friends still remembers her today. Jake talks to her every day, asking for guidance she can no longer give him. Cassie thinks of her whenever she needs to summon her courage to face the unthinkable Yeerk throngs.
Ax still openly talks about her, saying her bravery made her a warrior to be commended and remembered throughout the ages. Marco doesn't speak a word of her and looks angry when her name is mentioned. Yet he, too, hasn't forgotten. She knows, because she's there every Sunday when he visits her grave. Tobias, too, thinks of her every day although he hardly speaks of her where others can hear. He spends even more time in the skies these days, flying alone.
As a ghost, Rachel can sense what her loved ones are feeling, and she knows he's never felt so lonely before in all his life, not when he was first trapped or before the Animorphs even came into creation, way back when he was just another boy getting his poor, handsome head stuck down a toilet. She wishes she could reach out to him, and sometimes her efforts to touch him send breezes rustling over his feathers. He always turns his head into those gentle breezes, and almost as though he can sense her, though she knows he can't, he whispers her name and cries. She cries, too, and their tears fly together into the dust in the wind.
The End
Title: "No Extra Fear"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Four children gather around the campfire, roasting marshmallows. Most kids would be sharing ghost stories by this time, trying to outdo each other, but these aren't normal children. That much is made as obvious as they're joined by a hawk and an alien. At last, they begin to talk, but still, the ghost stories don't come into play. They have no need of any extra fear in their lives for fear is a daily occurrence when you're a member of only six beings fighting every day of your life to save your world from an enemy no other knows exists.
The End
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Disclaimer: Jake, Ax, Cassie, Yeerks, and Animorphs are © & TM K. A. Applegate and the Scholastic company and are used without permission. Everything else is © & TM Pirate Turner. The author makes no profit off of this story.
Author's Note: Due to formatting problems, the usual <> brackets used for telepathy in these books have been replaced by the [] brackets for this story.
Jake was walking in the woods towards Cassie's house when he heard a noise behind him. He whirled around only to discover Ax standing there. [Good evening, Prince Jake,] Ax greeted him, using thought-speak, his natural means of communication since he didn't have a mouth.
"Ax, don't call me 'Prince'."
[Why not, Prince Jake?]
"I'm not your prince."
[You lead me into battle; thus, you are my Prince.]
Jake shook his head. "We're equals."
Ax gave him a disbelieving look. [You are my Prince,] he insisted.
"No, I'm not."
[But you lead me in battle. I follow and obey your instructions.]
"Not always," grumbled Jake.
[What are you doing here at night any way, Prince Jake?]
Instead of telling Ax that he was on his way to visit Cassie, Jake reminded Ax, "Don't call me 'Prince'."
[But why not?] Ax asked stubbornly. [You are my Prince; why don't you like me to call you what you are?]
Jake shook his head. Just telling Ax not to call him "Prince" because he wasn't his Prince wasn't doing any good. He looked back up at his alien friend. "Listen, Ax, if you call me 'Prince Jake' in public, it could call the Yeerks' attention and they could figure out who we are."
[Okay, so I will not call you 'Prince' in public.] Ax nodded his blue head, causing his stalk eyes to bob up and down as well. [But we're not in public.]
"No, but you need to start working on breaking the habit of calling me 'Prince Jake' in public."
[What good will working on not calling you 'Prince Jake' when we're not in public do?]
"If you get out of the habit of calling me 'Prince Jake' now, when we're not in public, why would you call me 'Prince Jake' in public?"
[I wouldn't,] Ax agreed, [Prince Jake.]
"You just did it again!"
[I know, Prince Jake.] Ax nodded.
Jake sighed in frustration. He held his head as if he was getting a headache. Then, an ideal dawned upon him. "Ax, if I am your Prince --"
[Of course you're my Prince.]
"Then you have to do what I say then, don't you?"
[Yes, Prince Jake.]
"Then I demand that you stop calling me 'Prince Jake'."
Ax nodded obediently.
"I have to go now, Ax, so I can get to Cassie's in time."
[You're going to Cassie's? Is there to be a meeting tonight?]
"No, not tonight."
[Then why are you going to her house?]
"To study together."
[But you don't have any of your school books.]
"Cassie has hers, and we only need one." After a few silent seconds, Jake said, "Good night, Ax." He turned and left.
[Good night, Prince Jake,] Ax said aloud, more to himself than to Jake.
A few yards ahead, Jake heard Ax's voice in his head. He sighed, more frustrated than before, and clutched his head with his hand to ease his headache called Ax. "I don't think I'm ever gonna get him to stop calling me 'Prince'," he muttered.
The End
Title: "A Study on Leadership"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Drabble
Challenge: For a Comment-fic LJ comm prompt
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 29 June, 2012
Disclaimer: Jake, all other recognizable characters mentioned within, and the Animorphs are © & TM K.A. Applegate and Scholastic, not the author, and are used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
He used to have time to study for tests. Now he's glad if he can just take the test, let alone pass it, for he never has time to open a school book any more and barely attends school. He still studies, though. He studies the Yeerks, their movements and strategies. He studies past wars and how small forces came up to defeat larger, seemingly impossible odds. He studies military leaders' strategies and how he can use them, and sometimes, when he's too tired to think clearly and the words are running together, he wonders. Will anybody ever study him?
The End
Title: "A Sweet Steal"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Drabble
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 19 July, 2012
Challenge: For one of my 100 Drabbles of Summer with the Charloft LJ comm and doubling as an answer to a Comment-fic LJ comm prompt
Disclaimer: Marco, the Animorphs, and all other recognizable characters mentioned within are © & TM K.A. Applegate, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Crime is its own reward. He's known it since he was just a child, looking around at a convenience store and seeing all its booty. At that age, he didn't think of the money, beer, or smokes like most robbers would, nor did he worry that the police might come after him. He surely didn't consider the world might be being brought to an end. He just took the candy and enjoyed its sweet chocolate, and since that moment until now, Marco still thinks of that early reward he reaped for himself every time he bites into a candy bar.
The End
Title: "Cassie's Heroes"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
She knew she should be with them. Guilt weighed heavily upon Cassie as she walked through the kitchen in which she'd spent so many happy childhood moments baking cookies with her mom and playing checkers at their kitchen table with her father. She remembered every moment she'd spent with them here as she worked, but she recalled, too, the mission over which her friends were grappling. She should be there with them in the barn, checking on the animals and voicing her own opinions, but she already knew how the debate would end.
There wasn't really any other choice but to follow through with Rachel's latest, life risking plan. There was no more choice in what they were about to do than there had been when they'd found the dying Andalite's spacecraft and first learned of the existence of the Yeerks. They couldn't turn a blind eye to what they'd learned for the safety of their world.
It wasn't just the Earth's population at large that kept them from ignoring their duty and waiting for some one else to come fight a war that shouldn't be battled by kids. It was more deeply and closer than that. Cassie'd often thought that she might be able to ignore the Yeerks and go back to living her regular, normal life if it had just been the outside humans who were at risk. Yet, even if the animals she loved wouldn't be hurt by the destruction of their world, there were two for whom Cassie would do anything, give anything, and risk anything.
The little, black girl whose parents still thought of her as a kid, though she'd been forced to kill, wiped the tears from her eyes and lifted her chin all by herself. The meeting would have to go on without her. She needed this. She had to have it. She lifted the tray, loaded with coffee, pancakes, the morning newspaper, and roses, and headed for her parents' room.
She needed just a few moments in this awful world, made that way by the Yeerks' infestation, for everything to be normal. She needed to forget, for just a little while, why she fought and remember, instead, why it was so important and so great to love. Cassie wouldn't admit it aloud to any of the others, but she needed to be what she should be -- a daughter, a little girl -- for just one more time before facing the latest impossible mission of the Animorphs from which it was far too likely that none of them would return.
She wiped away a few more tears and squared her thin shoulders determinedly as she fixed her mask back into place. She couldn't let her parents know what was happening. The others all believed that you couldn't tell who had a Yeerk in their head and who didn't. She could understand, even almost completely agree with their belief. After all, Jake's brother was a host. But she would always know her parents.
She didn't tell them what was really happening in her life any more not because she was afraid they might be Yeerks. No, she knew what would happen if she told them, and that was the very reason why she didn't. Her parents were more than just her parents. They, like the Animorphs, were her best friends, but they were also her heroes. She'd never once known either of her parents to turn away some one who needed help, and they'd been saving lives for as long as Cassie could remember -- not from aliens, of course, but from threats no less dangerous for the animals who suffered them.
They'd rise to the cause again, Cassie knew, if they ever found out what was happening. They'd fight her battle for her, refuse to let her, their little girl, fight, and get themselves killed in the process of trying to save her and their world. She couldn't let that happen. She had to be their hero this time, even if it meant lying to them.
But Cassie didn't lie when she wished them a cheery, "Good morning!", upon entering their bedroom that morning. And she certainly didn't lie when she told them she loved them. She only wished, as she kept her tears expertly at bay, that they knew how much she'd always love them before the day came that she wouldn't come home.
The End
Title: "Dust in the Wind"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
She'd heard it said that, after you die, you become nothing more important than dust in the wind. Your family and friends may cry for you at first, but eventually they forget you and the pain of your loss and move on with their lives. She knows that's not the truth for her, at least, however, for every one of her friends still remembers her today. Jake talks to her every day, asking for guidance she can no longer give him. Cassie thinks of her whenever she needs to summon her courage to face the unthinkable Yeerk throngs.
Ax still openly talks about her, saying her bravery made her a warrior to be commended and remembered throughout the ages. Marco doesn't speak a word of her and looks angry when her name is mentioned. Yet he, too, hasn't forgotten. She knows, because she's there every Sunday when he visits her grave. Tobias, too, thinks of her every day although he hardly speaks of her where others can hear. He spends even more time in the skies these days, flying alone.
As a ghost, Rachel can sense what her loved ones are feeling, and she knows he's never felt so lonely before in all his life, not when he was first trapped or before the Animorphs even came into creation, way back when he was just another boy getting his poor, handsome head stuck down a toilet. She wishes she could reach out to him, and sometimes her efforts to touch him send breezes rustling over his feathers. He always turns his head into those gentle breezes, and almost as though he can sense her, though she knows he can't, he whispers her name and cries. She cries, too, and their tears fly together into the dust in the wind.
The End
Title: "No Extra Fear"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Four children gather around the campfire, roasting marshmallows. Most kids would be sharing ghost stories by this time, trying to outdo each other, but these aren't normal children. That much is made as obvious as they're joined by a hawk and an alien. At last, they begin to talk, but still, the ghost stories don't come into play. They have no need of any extra fear in their lives for fear is a daily occurrence when you're a member of only six beings fighting every day of your life to save your world from an enemy no other knows exists.
The End