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Defeating Commander Jonathan Johnson, Mission Two

Author: Mushroom
Rating: PG-13 (OMFG is it true?!)
Summary: Rejected by his beloved for another man, Dave Austin enters the Looming Fortress of Vita in hopes of coping from his sadness and meets the suspicious-looking group that call themselves the Congregatio.
Notes: Many thanks to chastity_rowan for the help with all the geeky stuff. Dedicated to luinthoniel. Disclaimer: I don't own the Star Trek and Star Wars and all those stuff with copyrights, okay? I'm not making money out of this.

BTW: The summaries have hidden meanings. If you manage to crack it you shall make me a happy person. XD



MISSION TWO: KNOW YOUR ENEMY

***

“Destroy the enemy and there won’t be a problem.” – Wufei Chang, Gundam Wing


“You sure you’re not just confused or something, Gulliver?” Dave asked weakly.

“Negative. I feel a disturbance in the force, and it wrenches my heart. I love Commander Jonathan Johnson, Austin. I know I sound ridiculous, hell I always do, but he just struck me in such a way when he let go of the Reffmorts even if they did a seemingly evil thing. He knew that their intentions were good. That’s what I love in a person…his ability to determine what’s right or wrong, even if they cross paths sometimes.”

Dave wanted to stab himself. Distinguishing differences was not one of his talents; he couldn’t even find the difference between a tortoise and a turtle, they all looked the same to him anyway. He helplessly listened as Colin declared his untimely love for the young Commander, and in his mind the Castle of Love crumbled into ashes.

“But…but…he’s just a comic book character!” He insisted.

Colin gave him a fierce look that resembled a lioness in a mad rage. “Just a comic book character?! JUST A COMIC BOOK?!” Colin crawled towards him on all fours, snatched the comic book he was holding away, and grabbed his neck. “Dave Austin, The Liberation Frontier of Showers is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, do you UNDERSTAND?! So it’s not just a comic book, Commander Johnson’s not just a character, they’re like, my life, so if you insult them then you’re insulting ME, too!”

Silence. The clock struck twelve noon, making a chilling melody.

“I’m sorry.”

The redhead shook his head and scratched his freckled nose. “…It’s alright. Why don’t we eat lunch now? Mother probably prepared something for us downstairs.”

They went downstairs in silence; Colin back to his happy demeanor, Dave drowning in utter turmoil. So Dave had a rival for Colin’s affections, and it wasn’t just any other rival. He was Commander Jonathan Johnson, a fictional character, a person who offered escape, which Gulliver desperately needed at current times.

What now?

First he has to read those blasted novels. Even if his eyes fail him and droop (because Colin's obsessions could be pretty therapeutic for insomniacs), he shall poke them until they bleed, as long as he remains awake. He has to know what his sworn rival was capable of, why Colin fell in love with him, and why he wasn’t just a comic book character.

Then he’ll make plans. He’ll make Colin realize that loving a story bound character was more than abnormal; it was downright impossible for it to work out. It was perfectly fine that he obsessed over space shows and mechas and strategic war games…but pouring your heart out on imaginary things was crossing the line. He’ll make Colin realize that Commander Jonafuck will never be real, therefore he can never reach him, and he needed someone he can actually grasp. Dave Austin, of course, was the perfect solution…or so he claimed.

But Commander Jonathan Johnson was indestructible.

He was the very responsible leader of the AlphaAMPyaddayaddayadda fleet, and the only martian ever to have survived in the Campfire bombing in the Red Mars base (all these took place many centuries ahead of our time). At the age of ten he was already promoted to overall field investigator, at fourteen he was the head infiltrator, and now that the Commander was twenty years old he was granted his own spaceship by the Terra colony, the Chambalatra 500. He had shiny raven hair and glistening blue eyes. He was very tall and well-built, which was seen through a tight silver suit that would’ve scandalized the females. He was the protector of good, director of justice, courageous and noble but with a few shortcomings. All these Dave learned after four days, until…

“AHAAAA~!!!!” Dave said triumphantly. Colin stopped poring over a poster of Jonafuck (as Austin nastily dubs him) and looked over his shoulder. The other was poking at a certain page of the graphic novel with an evil glint in his eyes. “The guy’s a fake. Your Commander bozo actually killed someone during the Artic War.”

He expected a forlorn expression on the redhead’s features, but then Colin just smiled gently. “Yeah…it was really traumatizing for him. He had to kill a few of the armed militia in order to defend himself and the remaining prisoners. Johnson knew that he would forever be proclaimed as a criminal but he still did it.”

“But he killed someone…isn’t that against your morals?”

There was a demented yet euphoric light in Colin’s eyes. “I love that he’s so faultless and yet…flawed. His weaknesses make him the perfect being. Did I just make any sense?”

Dave gagged. “Oh my god, you sound like a fixated third-grade school girl.”

“And you sound like you’re actually jealous. Now stop complaining or I’ll shoot you with my turbo laser.” Colin started snorting once more and almost forgot how to breathe. After giving Dave a maniacal grin, he started surfing the web for Commander JJ winamp skins.

Shit, he’s smart and he doesn’t know it. Dave opened the graphic novel and tried to pinpoint something that would make Colin realize how foolish he was being. A few hours have passed and all he could see was the most unfeasible man in comic book history. How could you criticize a geek boy’s god?

Why do I love him again?


***

“Torture? This is an interrogation.” – Revolver Ocelot, Metal Gear Solid


Dave sighed, rubbing his temples in a heated mood.

It was History class, and he was indulging in his daily routine: staring at his best friend. While the professor droned on about the Gulf war, his eyes skimmed down the desks in the direction of his beloved Colin, who was unfortunately staring at a Jonafuck trading card with total admiration.

The professor’s voice rang out. “Gulliver, on what combat test was the first coordinated Tomahawk missile launched?”

Colin was still staring at the card with oogly eyes.

“Gulliver…Gu—COLIN GULLIVER!”

He jumped and the card dropped from his hand. The class burst in uproar as Colin gathered his things and held up a quivering hand in a salute. “I’m sorry Ma’am, my nodes were malfunctioning! The combat test? Uhhmmm…nuclear warheads…aah, Desert Storm!”

Dave was still burning the trading card with his deadly glare while the rest of the class roared, slapping their tables as the professor tried to calm them down since Gulliver had given the correct question. Colin seemed not to notice the racket as he slumped back down on his seat and started arranging his trading cards according to their power containments.

“Right…Operation Desert Storm it was…” The professor wheezed, slamming her book down the table. She discussed the various weapons and artillery used in the hostilities, then shifted the subject. “Well then, does anybody know the role of Lieutenant John Peters in the Gulf war? Anyone? Maybe…” she checked her class listings. “Who’s this? …Austin?”

Dave could not hear her words; he was transfixed at Colin’s long, bony fingers…the way they brushed over the cards softly, with thorough care…he found himself licking his lips, wishing to feel the warmth of those hands…

“Austin? DAVE AUSTIN!”

Dave glanced back at the professor and said, “Huh?”

The room was dead silent.

“Didn’t you hear my question?” The woman’s face was blanched. It was the first time Dave was called for recitation, and he felt nervous sweat trickle on his back. “Austin, you’ve been so…out of here lately. You keep on staring at…Mr. Gulliver’s direction. Is something the matter with you?”

Oh fuck.

He tried to stop it, but the blush on his cheeks was already there. Dave frantically stared at Colin for help, but the dork was now placing the cards in their respective cases. He glanced back at the professor and smiled guiltily. “What makes you think that, professor?”

She shrugged. “Answer the question, then. What was the role of Lieutenant John Peters in the Gulf war? ”

Fear raced on his veins. He racked his brains for the answer; he reviewed this just a while ago, but only the thoughts of Colin, MORE Colin, and that motherfucking commandant were vibrant in his confused mind. He started clawing at his desk.

“Can I answer the question for him, ma’am?” A girl seated behind him raised her hand. Their professor shook her head. “No. I want to hear Mr. Austin’s answer.”

Colin…save me…anyone…save me…ANYONE… Dave was on the verge of hysteria…

Then he remembered Volume thirteen of Liberation.

Interrogation…beatings…Commander-in-Chief Jonathan Johnson had experienced all forms of torture, like those imprisoned in the Gulf war…but he held on, his mind rapt, and thought of escape…

“…He was one of the survivors of those imprisoned by the enemy soldiers. He…he was interrogated and…beaten up on television.”

Dave looked up to see a satisfied History teacher. The lecture finally ended, and Colin rushed up towards him and gave him an excited grin. Of course, the receiver of said grin grew ecstatic and fought back the urge to hug him.

“Y’see! You knew the answer because of Liberation, right? Our professor was really impressed, y’know! I told you that it’s awesome…” and the geek started ranting about Commander JJ’s knowledge of historical events because he never wanted a repeat performance. “Oh, I hafta go to the library, the rest of the Troopers are heading out to trade booster cards while recharging our memory bank…wanna join us, Lieutenant Austin?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

It was very cute, really. The raising eyebrows, the affectionate way he uttered ‘lieutenant’...Dave saluted with a lopsided smirk. “You go an ahead, colonel. I have a few things to attend to…anyways, wanna come to our house for dinner?”

Colin nodded, looking extremely pleased that Dave was finally seeing the brilliance that was Liberation, and trotted off (skipping so outrageously that he tripped on the doorway) with a pack of cards on his hand. He looked back at Dave, beamed, and shouted: “This is Commander Jonathan Johnson, chief of the Crompay AlphaAMP-X13-0GB fleet! Time to lock on hyperdrive, light-speed mode! Chambalatra 500, full speed ahead!” and he zoomed off.

While the students walking by the door laughed like crazy, Dave watched on with a sorrowful look.

I can’t believe it. The one who helped me during the recitation…in my moment of complete helplessness…

…Was my eternal opponent, Commander Jonafuck.

Commander JJ did it again. He emerged the winner, the compassionate benefactor, the reason why Dave Austin existed in History class. And all the more his beloved Colin admired him, thinking that he served as his inspiration. He was nothing compared to the Commander’s greatness.

Dave exhaled loudly and forced himself to take a break from his predicament. He had been thinking about nothing else but Colin Gulliver, but could he stop himself from doing so? Apparently, he couldn’t. He was so in love with the geek he even forgot why he fell for him in the first place. All he knew was that Colin was important to him, more important than having an existence. His hands shook as he shoved some books on his knapsack, and as he turned his eyes rested on several large figures.

Large figures that wore blue jerseys, flexing their muscles, clicking their teeth.

Dave willed himself to look up but he couldn’t. All he could see was the cracking of knuckles, indicating a scuffle.

Please, not now, Colin will be worried again, I don’t want him to worry—

“Hey Austin, finished ogling at that dweeb?” One of them snickered, a lanky guy with rotten teeth.

Dave smiled up at him. “Uh yeah, I’m supposed to be meeting him right now, lemme just—“

A large and grimy arm shot through the air as he tried to run towards the door, and in the impact Dave fell bottom-first on a nearby desk. They started laughing with a cruel, evil laugh, not as elegant as an evil overlord’s but nastier indeed. “Well, well…are you in a hurry to snog in the library with that Gulliver freak? Make sure he won’t chomp your mouth off with his beaver teeth.”

They started laughing again yet it meant nothing to Dave Austin, because he was sure that they would leave him alone if he refused to act whiny. Dave proceeded to fix his things with an offhand appearance, and the taunts would’ve stopped until…

“Austin…you’re in love with him, right?”

He froze from where he stood.

This time, the voice was different. He couldn’t bear to look, but it seemed like the leader of the pack because this time the gang was still. “A while ago, in class…you were licking your lips when you were looking at him. I SAW you, Austin. It all makes perfect sense…I mean, why would you hang out with him, anyway? ...Yeah…”

Dave relaxed. Maybe they understood what he felt. “Yeah, some—“

He realized that speaking up was a wrong move. At the corner of his eyes, he saw them shaking, not emotionally, but to stop themselves from laughing out loud.

“FUCKIT, YOU'RE REALLY A POOFTER!” A voice shouted hoarsely.

“Oh man, I KNEW IT!” One said in disgusted awe. “…AND ON THAT FREAK SHOW TOO!”

Just when he thought that things were turning out fine the jocks started sniggering loudly, doubling up over desks while the echoes of their amusement circled the abandoned room.

“Of all people, man, why a MORON?!”

“You clearly don’t have tastes, Austin.”

“A MOTHERFUCKING BOY, for crying out loud!”

“That’s beyond horrifying!”

“FOUL, man!”

“All these years, and…?”

"Isn't that...illegal or something? Like, a crime?"

“SHIRT-LIFTER!”

“DAMN it, you’re actually GAY!”

Their laughter turned into grimaces; eyes blinked hardly and noses were upturned and wrinkled in sheer repulsion. They all stared at Dave as if he grew horns on his head and sported several arms, and he was not used to it, not used to be stared at like an alien. He was used to being ignored…and it made him content just to be a mindless spot on the wall…

His shield of anonymity was eradicated.

Then the jocks called him names. They called him a pervert, an abnormal student, an alien from another planet...Dave was indifferent to such childish torture, and almost found himself yawning until…

“What the hell have you seen in that FUCKING piece of space TRASH? He keeps on tripping in the hallways like he just learned how to walk!” They started flailing their arms and wiggling their fingers on Dave’s face. “Ooooohhhh, maybe you’re just being influenced by the power of his FOOOORCE—“

They can bitch about Dave Austin everyday, all the time, but they absolutely have no effing right to denounce my Colin like that! Dave grew livid. He imagined ripping their guts out and feeding them to the hungry mouths of the piranhas. It was the last straw; they finally pressed the button that read: WARNING: DO NOT PUSH. NUCLEAR EXPLOSION AND ARMAGEDDON MAY FOLLOW.

“What the FUCK do you lot care if I DO love him?!” Dave spat back.

Wrong.

By the time he blurted those last words, the jocks immediately ran outside to tell the rest of the world.


***


“Wizard’s third rule: Passion rules Reason.” – Sword of Truth novels


“Hahah, I have an antimagic field!” Colin crowed as he threw a card down on the picnic mat.

Dave glimpsed down morosely, picked a card from his deck, and scowled at the set in his hands. The two boys were playing Dungeons and Dragons, the only card game Colin was able to teach Dave, and he always lost anyway so it was pretty useless putting up with it.

A hundredth loss was certain especially that Dave was distracted by all the hooting coming from the campus’ direction. They were having lunch under one of the trees in the open field (quite romantic, at least for Dave Austin) and discussing Colin’s obsessions as usual, when the hoots and yells occurred. Dave thought that he and Colin were as inconspicuous as possible, seeing as he wore his favorite nature-themed green shirt, but unknown voices seemed to follow them everywhere. A while ago during Physics class their heads were bowed low as they both talked in hushed voices, solving a really difficult problem. All of a sudden someone said, “Oh god, he’s really in love with him, they even press their noses together.” Then came a loud pop. Dave glanced behind them abruptly and noticed giggling girls, cheeky jocks with mocking grins, and a goth girl with bubblegum stuck on her entire face.

Now they couldn’t even have lunch in peace. Dave almost melted in joy when Colin suggested they eat under the trees; it meant that they would be alone together and that was what urged him to go to school everyday. But ever since he practically confessed his adoration for his best friend the news spread out even before he stepped out of the classroom door, and stares of fascination were prominent along the corridors.

Dave and Colin were the most popular couple in school. Just because they were both boys. That thought made Dave sick, and they weren't even a couple...yet.

Meanwhile, Colin remained oblivious. Hell, why shouldn’t he be when he was too busy fantasizing about Commander Jonathan Johnson’s sparkly spandex?

“Is there something wrong, my young padowan?” The redhead asked softly, worry clear in his face. Dave perked up at the sound of his voice and gave him a weak smile. Even if he never understood why Colin obsessed over odd stuff, he still found his sudden geeky quotes witty and…unquestionably cute.

Numerous eyes leered at him. “Hehehehe…COLIN GULLIVER?! CUTE?”

Yeah, he’s cute, so shut the fuck up. Dave answered the immature losers in his mind.

He handed Colin his lunch bag and leaned back on the tree trunk to stretch his legs. “Don’t you…notice something strange lately? Like a disorder in the earth’s aura or something?” Dave wanted to puke, but it was necessary to place comparisons so that Colin’s bizarre mind would register what he was trying to say.

Colin paled, then bit on a sandwich. “…Kinda."

Dave's heart raced. He knows.

"...But don’t worry; I’ll just shout OPTIMUS PRIME!! MAXIMIZE!!!, then they’ll scoot away or something.” He chortled, but it was a feeble one.

OHDAMN. As if Dave Austin could take anymore brain damage. He already had a superhuman being as a second party, the entire school knew about his imaginary temple for the veneration of Colin’s fingers, and now HIS LOVE had to find out of all people. “I’m sorry if I never told you before Gulliver, but I…I…” I was scared that you might not like me back. I love you, so much. I’m a coward, I know…but I couldn’t tell you yet..

He gulped, then continued. “…I was…questioned by a few of our classmates, and…and I didn’t know what was happening, they started mocking you and I couldn't take it, so all of a sudden I spilled it out, just like that.” I wanted to protect you, please believe me...

Colin looked at him with betrayed eyes.

Dave literally knelt in front of him and held his arms. More hoots of anticipation followed, along with catcalls and “FUCK HIM ALREADY, GODDAMNIT!” He ignored the disturbances and focused entirely on the boy he loved in front of him, arms shaking.

“I’m really sorry Gulliver…I know I should’ve told you first instead of them…but I…”

Colin shook his head. “It’s okay, Austin.”

“No, it’s not okay…I was a total prick—“

Hands held him in place, stopping him from losing himself. “S’okay, Lieutenant. A Jedi must never falter, no matter what comes his way. Showing weakness will only allow other people to control me…and that’s why…I accept.”

This is not about jedis or the force or whatever anymore, this is my FEELINGS for you… “Colin…” Dave uttered, shocking the both of them by calling him with his first name. He accepted me. His hands started to roam against his shoulder, up and down…the teases never ceased but they seemed far and distant…he leaned forward (he was loved, OH he loved being loved), wanting to kiss that pert little nose…those soft lips...

Nearer….nearer, damn I could actually count his eyelashes…

“—It’s okay if everyone knows that I’m in love with Commander Jonathan Johnson.” The other boy said in one breath, looking down.

Dave’s jaw dropped just when it was centimeters away from his face.

Colin looked teary-eyed, but he wiped his eyes. “I don’t care if they call me a loser, or a fairy, or a poofter…I love him, and nothing will ever change that. Even if they keep on teasing me, Dave. Oh Dave…I feel so sorry that you had to be involved in this.”

“…”

“…Dave?”

Maybe this is better. Better…for him NOT to know I love him. At all.

Dave’s heart was broken, but he smiled back. “No problem. Just remember, I’ll be right behind you all the way.”

His smile shouldered the weight of the world. And somewhere behind the trees, the spectators wrote an urgent letter.


MISSION FAILED. ABORT.

***

TO BE CONTINUED.