INTERPRETIVE ARTS

Here is an excerpt from Lady G's "Quantum Leap"/"The Professionals fan fiction crossover, Junk.

There in the grassy field the two men faced off as they had in the train yard about a week before. Now, though, each had mixed feelings about the other -- a curiosity about each other's motivations undermined the pure animosity that otherwise would have held sway. Neither particularly wanted to kick the other in the head, and at the same time neither particularly wanted to be kicked in the head. They moved in wary circles, never taking their eyes off one another's eyes, into which the strong wind whipped their hair: Luther's long locks and Ray's unruly curls. It also stole their breath, and they gasped occasionally, though not together. Their hands were raised like tigers' paws. Their feet twisted in and pivoted out like dancers' feet.

"I don't want to hurt you, Luther," shouted Ray, against the wind. "Come quietly now." His bandaged hand was drawn back, his free one half extended.

"I can't," Sam shouted back, thinking, Where will I go? Why not give myself up?

"Have it your way," said Ray, inaudibly, and feinted at Sam, stopping just shy of him. Sam reacted by stepping out of the way, but Ray was ready and really did leap onto him this time, pushing him backwards into the grass and sitting on him. He quieted the lad with a single left-handed punch, rolled him over and climbed back onto him, pinning his arms with most of his body while struggling with the bandaged hand to get the cuffs from his own back pocket. When he had him subdued and secured, he got off of him, but Sam didn't move. "Come on then," said Ray, "you're all right. We'll get up now." He lifted Sam to his feet and dusted him off. He brushed a little clod of grass and earth from Sam's mouth. "You're all right."

Sam sneezed and Ray laughed. He took Sam by the arm almost companionably and led him through the field, helped him over a stile, escorted him into another field, just about dumped him over another stile, then walked behind him without touching him as they trod a long way down a narrow path, with nothing but the sounds of birds and wind to disturb them. Sam stopped short once as a brown and blue butterfly flew quite close to his face; Ray reached out an arm to give him a push, then saw the butterfly too, and didn't. What kind of a murderer stopped to look at butterflies?


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