100 Original Fics: 021: Regime! (1/1)

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Title: Regime!
Series: 100 Original Fics
Character: Fox Maharassa
Author: Avarice
Prompt: 021 - Friends
Rating: G
Pairing: Fox/Collin
Spoilers: -
Summary: Wherever Collin goes, so goes Fox's nation. Sometimes literally.
Word Count: 316
Date First Posted: 08-05-2003
Date Revised: 02-06-2011
Beta: -
Awards: -
Notes: Crack-like AU. Basically... Collin becomes dictator of a South American country. Fox becomes his general (this was before they were together in the comics). He had lots of sex with Fox, and made him call him 'sir'. Fox was known as the Generalisimo, and got to wear a cool hat, and an eyepatch, because he thought it made him look dangerous. Sometimes he wore two on both eyes, though. that was just dumb. They lived in a very nice presidential palace. And Fox got to pick his own staff purely on the basis of how sexy they were. Oh, he slept with some of them, too, but saved all the good stuff for Collin. (Collin knew about this, I should point out, it wasn't a secret adultery thing).
And Collin liked it when he got banged when Fox was wearing his hat.
It was posted in 2003, but my info tells me it was actually written on 15-09-2002! As you can see, Regime! as a ridiculously odd AU never got written, but elements of it crept into the comics, most notably 2004's Halloween.
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.
Also Archived At: LJ

"Fox-kit, what are you doing?" Mrs Maharassa asked her son from his doorway. Inside the room, Fox had clothes strewn from one end to the other. With seemingly no pattern, he traversed the mounds of fabric, mesh, leather, satin and polycotton blend, choosing specific articles and throwing them beside a gym bag.

"Packing," he replied distractedly, trying to decide between a navy blue singlet and a metallic black and silver one. He chose both.

"Where are you going?"

"South America."

Mrs Maharassa raised a finely shaped eyebrow. "And you're going there because..."

"Collin staged a bloodless military coup and seized control of a small but powerful country just east of Argentina. He's now dictator," Fox explained, methodically folding his chosen shirts and packing them into the bag.

"Fox," she said in that special tone of voice she'd gotten so much use out of when he was eight years old. "Must you do everything together? If Collin becomes a military and government head of state with absolute power, must you go running after him?"

Fox drew himself up to his full height, looking wounded. "I'm not flippantly going 'just because', mom. It's going to be a great cultural exchange. A chance to visit a whole other continent, and all those different peoples..." There was a pregnant pause while his mother stared him down. "And he said I could be a General."

"Aah," she nodded as they both walked to the front door. "Well, remember to eat properly. Make sure you both keep warm. And have clean underwear."

"Yes, mom," Fox said, dutifully kissing her cheek. He hoisted the bag onto his shoulder and, with one last rakish smile in his mother's direction, opened the door and began to walk down the path.

"Don't forget to call me," she called out.

"If we get overthrown, I'll come back home," Fox replied.

"Okay darling, I love you."

~finis