fanfic... not CCS...
Dec. 4th, 2004 11:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
butterflydreamingI saw Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow at the 2nd run movie theater this afternoon. I heard from a few people that it was a "pretty" movie, but other than that, I didn't know anything about it, since I rarely go to the movies anymore and I don't watch TV. It's very stylized in its look, which made it hard to get into the storyline for a while. I ended up really liking it, though, especially once I realized the slash potential.
Joe and Polly have absolutely no chemistry; plus, if he's not exaggerating about the consequences of the sabotage to his plane -- which he probably is, however -- then he has a very valid reason to resent the woman. On the other hand, the chemistry between Joe and Dex is definitely there. Joe keeps saying, "Good boy, Dex," but Dex never gets rankled by it, so it strikes me as a kind of endearment. And, sure, Joe might be that concerned (and distracted) when Dex gets taken because they're buddies, but... . {grins}
And what of Frankie? Joe and Frankie strike me as good friends. He says that Frankie has always been reliable, never let him down. I don't see anything romantic or sexual there, just a lot of good history. I think she's messing with Polly's mind, saying that thing about "meeting the competition".
So, here's a little slashy scene that wasn't in the movie (or was it?). Mind, I've only seen the movie once, and I don't know if there's a book or anything. So, movie canon. Nothing serious here, anyway.
fanfic for:Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow
movie canon
slash (Joe/Dex)
PG
“Good boy, Dex.”
Joe didn’t say a word about it until they were alone, but Dex could hear him thinking the question, from when they led Polly to the collection of robots and while she looked around the hangar. After the alarm sounded, and the tenacious blonde reporter coerced Joe into taking her with him on the plane, and made Dex promise that he wouldn’t let Joe leave without her, Polly slipped away to “powder her nose”. She had been a passenger in the past, with Joe flying, and knew that an empty bladder was a good precaution. Polly was pushy and lacked social skills, but she was the kind of woman who went into battle prepared.
As soon as her clicking heels turned the corner, toward the office and the washroom, Joe turned toward Dex with crossed arms and leveled a look that spoke volumes. “You let her in,” he grumbled.
Dex shrugged. “Hey, I knew Polly wouldn’t have come empty-handed. She said that she had something important that you’d be interested in. And -- we haven’t seen her in three years, Captain.”
“You let her into my office,” Joe insisted. The handsome pilot uncrossed his arms and leaned, arm bent, against the corrugated steel of the wall, a posture which put his face very close to Dex’s. “Weren't you at all worried about putting me alone in a private room with my ex-girlfriend?”
A wide grin brightened Dex’s boyish countenance. He chewed the bubblegum in his mouth for a pause before replying. “It took you three months of soul-searching, but Joe, I’m the one you chose.” Dex hooked a finger through one of Joe’s belt loops. “I’m not going to start being jealous of Polly now.”
“You…” said Joe. His grin matched Dex’s smile, his teeth gleaming whitely in the shadow’s of the high-ceilinged room. He tossed his head over his shoulder, took a glance around, and turned back. He met the other man’s eyes with a dark look. “Take that gum out of your mouth,” he suggested.
With a playful pout, the young engineer picked the wad of pink Bazooka out and stuck it on the wall, just at the edge of arm’s reach. Joe restrained commenting on Dex’s bad habit, this time; he was intent on the kiss that he pressed onto the other man’s plump mouth. Dex still hand his fingers through Joe’s belt loop, and he used his hold on Joe’s pant to pull him closer. The kiss was practiced, sincere, and bubble gum flavored.
A second round of the siren began to wail after the kiss broke, which Dex and Joe took as a signal to push apart from each other. “Be careful out there,” Dex said. “I didn’t get much time to look Polly over after you got back.” He was referring to Joe’s airplane, not the blonde reporter. Machines needed female names, and Joe had grudgingly named his plane with her name, thinking of the reporter’s resourcefulness, tenacity, and drive. Still, he’d painted on the name as “h11od” -- Polly, but upside down.
The clipped sound of heels on concrete sounded out, approaching. “Find something useful to do while I’m taking down the bad guys, okay?” Joe kidded. He turned away and walked off to meet Polly and direct her path toward his airplane.
. . .
Joe and Polly have absolutely no chemistry; plus, if he's not exaggerating about the consequences of the sabotage to his plane -- which he probably is, however -- then he has a very valid reason to resent the woman. On the other hand, the chemistry between Joe and Dex is definitely there. Joe keeps saying, "Good boy, Dex," but Dex never gets rankled by it, so it strikes me as a kind of endearment. And, sure, Joe might be that concerned (and distracted) when Dex gets taken because they're buddies, but... . {grins}
And what of Frankie? Joe and Frankie strike me as good friends. He says that Frankie has always been reliable, never let him down. I don't see anything romantic or sexual there, just a lot of good history. I think she's messing with Polly's mind, saying that thing about "meeting the competition".
So, here's a little slashy scene that wasn't in the movie (or was it?). Mind, I've only seen the movie once, and I don't know if there's a book or anything. So, movie canon. Nothing serious here, anyway.
fanfic for:Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow
movie canon
slash (Joe/Dex)
PG
“Good boy, Dex.”
Joe didn’t say a word about it until they were alone, but Dex could hear him thinking the question, from when they led Polly to the collection of robots and while she looked around the hangar. After the alarm sounded, and the tenacious blonde reporter coerced Joe into taking her with him on the plane, and made Dex promise that he wouldn’t let Joe leave without her, Polly slipped away to “powder her nose”. She had been a passenger in the past, with Joe flying, and knew that an empty bladder was a good precaution. Polly was pushy and lacked social skills, but she was the kind of woman who went into battle prepared.
As soon as her clicking heels turned the corner, toward the office and the washroom, Joe turned toward Dex with crossed arms and leveled a look that spoke volumes. “You let her in,” he grumbled.
Dex shrugged. “Hey, I knew Polly wouldn’t have come empty-handed. She said that she had something important that you’d be interested in. And -- we haven’t seen her in three years, Captain.”
“You let her into my office,” Joe insisted. The handsome pilot uncrossed his arms and leaned, arm bent, against the corrugated steel of the wall, a posture which put his face very close to Dex’s. “Weren't you at all worried about putting me alone in a private room with my ex-girlfriend?”
A wide grin brightened Dex’s boyish countenance. He chewed the bubblegum in his mouth for a pause before replying. “It took you three months of soul-searching, but Joe, I’m the one you chose.” Dex hooked a finger through one of Joe’s belt loops. “I’m not going to start being jealous of Polly now.”
“You…” said Joe. His grin matched Dex’s smile, his teeth gleaming whitely in the shadow’s of the high-ceilinged room. He tossed his head over his shoulder, took a glance around, and turned back. He met the other man’s eyes with a dark look. “Take that gum out of your mouth,” he suggested.
With a playful pout, the young engineer picked the wad of pink Bazooka out and stuck it on the wall, just at the edge of arm’s reach. Joe restrained commenting on Dex’s bad habit, this time; he was intent on the kiss that he pressed onto the other man’s plump mouth. Dex still hand his fingers through Joe’s belt loop, and he used his hold on Joe’s pant to pull him closer. The kiss was practiced, sincere, and bubble gum flavored.
A second round of the siren began to wail after the kiss broke, which Dex and Joe took as a signal to push apart from each other. “Be careful out there,” Dex said. “I didn’t get much time to look Polly over after you got back.” He was referring to Joe’s airplane, not the blonde reporter. Machines needed female names, and Joe had grudgingly named his plane with her name, thinking of the reporter’s resourcefulness, tenacity, and drive. Still, he’d painted on the name as “h11od” -- Polly, but upside down.
The clipped sound of heels on concrete sounded out, approaching. “Find something useful to do while I’m taking down the bad guys, okay?” Joe kidded. He turned away and walked off to meet Polly and direct her path toward his airplane.
. . .
