In the Meantime - A Fade Retelling of Red Queen

Chapter 7

A/N: FYI, I haven't read the Shade short story yet, so comparisons are futile. Any canon divergences – or blatant similarities – are happening by pure chance. If there are blatant similarities, I'll grin up to the moon, and if there're divergences – well, I've been working on these headcanons for two years and can't throw everything overboard at this point ;-)

Returning

He still had his ability after all, or they couldn't have had teleported out of Whitefire into the tunnels.

Diana let go of his hand and Shade snorted at his former doubt, which had been stupid to begin with. How could his ability have left him when, just minutes ago, he'd used it to kill a dozen Silvers?

He stemmed his bloody hands against the damp wall. Almost he was able to pretend his hands weren't stained with blood but only with common dirt. Dried into black, Silver blood looked as ugly as its Red variant, and its smell made him as sick. Shade tried to clean off the worst of it with the condensed water on the tunnel wall, not caring that it was dirty in its own way, if only it helped him not to throw up.

Diana seemed as if she'd like to throw up as well, whether from the horrible battle, teleporting, or due to her numerous wounds, he could not say. She leaned against the wall, exhausted. Her head was thrown back, her palm rested on her stomach, on her bruised ribcage. The older wound on her cheek was torn again.

He took a deep breath, another attempt to calm himself, to get loose from the weight on his shoulders, both from what he'd already done and what he was still about to do. Save Mare.

He had to focus on that, on his ability. But still, she was nowhere he was able to jump to, if she even lived. He sighed. "Come," he said to Diana, and offered his hand. "If not to Mare, I can bring us to Kilorn."

Slowly, sheshook her head. "Spare your power," she declined. "Nor would we get on the train now." With a groan, she stemmed herself away from the wall and stumbled toward him – again, without talking his hand. "There's a safe house in Archeon that's closer." She looked at him, her gaze once more burning with intent. "Hopefully, with an informant who knows what the hell has happened in the meantime." She told him where to go, and in the end, she touched his palm with such a reluctance that he barely felt her fingers at all.

"King Maven was hailed even before everyone knew the old king was dead," Will Whistle told them in the bare, but comparatively comfortable safe house. "And then, it was more important to announce the arrests of the murderer and traitor prince Tiberias, and of Mare Barrow, the fraud. They're in the Bowl of Bones now," he added, along with the details of the morning's shifting events.

"The arena's cells are made of Silent Stone, negating abilities," Will finished.

Shade's eyes widened. "What?"

"To assure no interference, besides from those Arvens. They can tolerate the silence, as they're somehow involved in its creation," Will explained.

Shade buried his face in his hands. "That must be why I can't get to her..." he muttered.

Will cleared his throat and Shade raised his head, seeing Farley nod at Will. As if she could hide any of her own shock coming with Will's revelations. If anything, she seemed tenser than before. "Anything else?" she asked.

"I don't understand any of this," Shade burst out. "Farley, you said the crown prince said no to you, to any kind of coup. Why would he kill his father?"

Farley opened her mouth, but he went on, "Was it brotherly affection? If not Mare, did he want to save at least his brother from prison?"

Will cackled. "Oh no, there's no love lost between the Calore brothers, Shade. If you let me finish, please?" he chided him, turning serious again. "Just a minute before you two arrived, the execution was announced. Of Mare and Tiberias. Seems like our new King Maven prefers a specific kind of feast for his coronation."