Inherit the Earth

-Yea, yea, I know, not another story. But this goes along with Valkyrie, in more or less the same universe. Let me know what you think-


A/N: Sorry about the format, MoriuOniaya, I was exhausted and not all there when I posted this. Oops :) So yea, I fixed it (hopefully) and split it up. I'll post the rest of what I have written tomorrow. And lividfire? :P-



“I still think the Romans deserved what they got. All of it.” He leaned back in

his chair and propped his converse clad feet on the laminate table. He ignored the

looks the other three guardians at the table shot him. He couldn’t tell if it was

for his comment about the Romans, or if it was because of his feet on the table.

Either way, he didn’t give a shit. The Romans were assholes, and he hated dealing

with him. He wished that he’d been adopted by one of the other Guardian families.

Anything to not deal with fucking Romans.

“Romans aren’t so bad,” Adrian drawled from behind him, and his shoulders

shot up to his ears. Well hell.

“Van van, you’re in trouuuble,” called Lila. She wasn’t a Roman supporter,

but she didn’t like Evander, and followed Adrian around like a puppy. She still

didn’t see that Adrian had eyes only for the boss. Evander was still mystified by

Adrian’s attraction to the psycho bitch, and a little pissed off. A nice piece of

man-meat like Adrian didn’t need something, because to Evander she was a Thing,

that swallows souls like that harpy. Another mark against Adrian’s character was

that he liked the Romans. His line mostly handled the gates to the Romans, but some

Romans always seemed to wander into Ionian territory and it drove Evander into fits.

“Whatever you say Adrian,” Evander replied, because Adrian was standing

there studying him with dark eyes and a mouth twisted into a grimace. Evander

wouldn’t cow down completely, and like say, apologize. But he would not push the

issue further.

Christian, a Mexican that mixed with the Aztecs, not really a smart thing

to do in Evander’s opinion, leaned from his slouch in one of the stiff backed

plastic pieces of shit that populated the Compound’s cafeteria and planted his

elbows on the table in a classic Christian pose.

“Adrian, can you please put some limits on Roman exports please?” Adrian

transferred his look to Chris and Chris waited for a response. He waited quietly,

and patiently while Adrian stared him down. Evander’s own gaze had a hint of

hostility and a whole dose of incredulity. The patience felt like a kick to the

gut, and Chris had never been quiet. Chris had always been about as obnoxious as

Evander, and hated the Roman’s just as much. He even joined Roman related rants

with Evander. He never asked Adrian for anything; he demanded it. But now… Heart

break muscled hostility away, and Evander tucked his head, resting his chin on his

faintly muscled chest. Physical fitness was religion to the Guardians. If you were

a Guardian, than you better damn well be able to guard something. Physically, and

mentally if need be. Plus, the Ionians were a pretty fit people. He needed to be

able to keep up with them.

“Why?” asked Adrian, one eyebrow lifting, and his arms crossing over a

chest that belonged on fucking Tarzan. A Tarzan with the soul of Jeeves.

“Because,” Chris started, a dangerous glint taking his eyes, “I don’t think

it’s a good idea for my people to get Greek fire. I don’t think its fair the other

natives, and my people are bloodthirsty enough without adding fire that is fueled

by water into the mix.”

Silence squatted between everyone at the table, and took a shit on the

awkwardness. Adrian was still studying Chris, and Chris had his eyes narrowed, and

a challenging tightness to his mouth.

Adrian jerked his chin in a nod, and left. Evander didn’t consider it a

victory; Chris might get what he wanted, but he would pay for it big time in return.

Evander dropped his feet from the table, and edged his chair away from

Chris. In fact…

“Well, it’s been fun, but I’ve gotta go. See ya’ll in two months.” Evander

stood, picking up his man purse from beside his chair. Chris gave him a questioning

look.

“You don’t have to leave for another two days.” Chris stated.

Evander’s lips curled in a feral smile. “I don’t want to be around when

Adrian decides what he’s going to do to you.” Chris blinked, and then it dawned on

him. His sorrel skin paled, and the black eyes dialated.

“Oh shit.” The Mexican scrambled from his chair, picking up his bag as he

did, and shot towards the cafeteria doors.

“That wasn’t nice,” Lila commented, standing and picking her bag up as well.

“Chris should know better,” Evander replied, “Adrian is our boss for all

intents and purposes. He shouldn’t fuck with him like that.” Then he rubbed a hand

over his face while Lila smirked at him.


“I was not defending the prick. So quit grinning at me like that. People
might get the wrong impression.”