The AU is Cloverleaf-Era, and Leo has gathered an army around himself and is, uh, taking over the northwest.
Luke is sent in to deal with it, but underestimates Leo's style of fighting and has to nearly kill him to get him unconscious....
...all while Leo's army watches.
The messenger had been pounding on her door for nearly a minute before Cya made it down the stairs. She'd been taking a bath, the sort of long, quiet luxury she only did when she had a full hour or more to herself, and she hadn't been in the mood for company.
He took a long moment to catch his breath when she yanked the door open. She recognized his uniform - one of Leo's, with the blue and the lightning-bolt - and she recognized the look on his face. "Slow," she told him. "Single words." It wasn't good news. It wasn't good news at all. She drew herself up a little straighter.
"Lightning-Blade," he gasped. "Short guy, Mara-wings. Fight." He swallowed and took three careful breaths. "sa'Lightning Blade found himself in, in single combat with this Mara. Both alive. Lightning-Blade down."
"Take me there." He wouldn't be at her door if he wasn't a teleporter.
"Ma'am, sa'Red-Doomsday, your robe?"
She was wearing one of Leo's kimono. "It covers. Take me."
"The army...?" He had a point. She hated that he had a point.
"Come in, bedroom, now."
He obeyed. He was too good at obeying, but she'd worry about that later. She threw off her robe, threw on her best red dress - which, conveniently, was nearly as easy-on as Leo's kimono - and held out her hand to the teleporter.
He was blushing brightly. It was a good look on him. She might care, later. Then they were twisting through the void, and there was no room for such things.
Some day, maybe when she was 200 or 300, Cya might get used to the feeling of being teleported, except it was different with every teleporter. This one seemed to bend space by folding his passengers up.
When Cya had been young, before the world had ended, there'd been a book called Flat Stanley, about a child who had been flattened and learned to live that way, including being mailed to relatives for a visit. Cya felt like that right now. It did not add to her general mood in a positive manner.
The teleporter dropped them out of his folded-space between Leo - on the ground, breathing, unconscious, missing an arm, bleeding badly, one ear gone, attended by a healer in the Leo's-Army uniform - and Luke (the short guy, the Mara) - missing three fingers, half of a wing, and, it looked, three teeth, bleeding, but conscious, "restrained" between two army guards.
It took Cya less than a heartbeat to assess all that. She spun around while those on the ground were still realizing that she was there and punched Luke in the uninjured side of his face. "You fucking asshole
," she spat. "I had it handled
. And you had to... abatu eperu. You fucker." She waved at the ground and it opened up, her Working leaving a hole just about the size of Luke and 20 feet deep as she Destroyed the dirt and stone under him. "You fucker." She turned to Leo and dropped on her knees. "And you, you bleeding idiot, what made you be such a fucking ridiculous man? Why on earth would you keep fighting? It's Luke, he wasn't going to kill you, you bastard." She touched his shoulder, the one that still had an arm attached, and raised her voice to a bellow. "Where are the rest of the healers? If there are not two more healers here in the next five minutes, I'm going to start burying people. Come on, you assholes, he's your general!
The healer shot her an insulted look. She returned it with a calm and un-budge-able expression. "There's more damage than anyone but a god can repair quickly," she murmured, quiet enough that only the healer and the unconscious Leo could hear it. "And if I know Leo -- and I do -- there's a whole lot more unseen damage. You'll need back-up."
She stalked away before she pissed off the person saving her beloved's life. She stared down the hole at Luke, who did not appear to be inclined to argue with her. "You asshole," she muttered. "This is going to fuck everything up."
Luke didn't answer, simply stood there, damaged wings folded tightly in the cramped space, and bled.
Flat Stanley: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flat_Stanley
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