Three excerpts from a fic I’ll never write more than this in the GG/HS crossover ‘verse I’ll probably never even have a coherent plot for.
handcuffed to a slab. Ankle-cuffed too, actually, and they were all quite high
quality shackles so she hadn’t figured out how to break out of them yet.
Scanning the lab around her, she could see seventeen different methods ways to
break, dissolve, or discretely explode them, but that would require being able
to get off the table and reach the necessary tools and ingredients. A true
she knew who had been menacing the villagers around the once-abandoned Castle
Lalonde. Case closed, A+ investigatorial skills, time to collect her fee and
get out of town.
out of town at any rate. The investigation had been pro bono and technically
unasked for. Thus the charitable life of a rogue heiress turned hero!
still working on just getting off the slab when a head poked into the lab,
followed shortly by a body. An attractive young man, about Jane’s age, with
messy black hair and green eyes. She hadn’t actually met the Sparks of the
castle—she’d been busted sneaking in a secret tunnel by a pair of clanks, one
of whom kept trying to recite poetry for some reason—but from the hunch in his
wide shoulders and the slight skittering of his gaze, she pegged this young man
as a minion.
she called, because being chained to a table was no reason not to be polite. “I
don’t suppose you’re here to set me free?”
It was a
long shot on an overused trope, so Jane was at least as startled as the minion
when he blinked dumbly and said, “Oh, um, indeed I am!”