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Girl Genius fic: Picking Up the Pieces

Tarvek and Gil try to figure out what to do about the situation. Follows Confusion.
364 words | [PG]


“We’re just going to have to rebuild the entire thing,” Gil said, wiping his hands on his trousers after righting the table von Zinzer had hidden behind.

“That’s going to be a little difficult when we don’t even know what Agatha was working on.” Tarvek picked up a piece of broken equipment, turned it over in his hands then discarded it on the table. “This will be the most difficult puzzle in the history of the world.”

Gil retrieved two more pieces from the ground then assembled it with the one Tarvek had put down into something that looked like a heavily modified microscope. Or a blender. Who knew. The thing immediately fell apart, and Gil let out a defeated breath.

“Maybe Agatha’s memories will come back once she rests. It might not be permanent.”

“Good point. We should get her back to her room; get her something to eat and-” Tarvek spun on his heel, peering in every corner of the lab. “Uh, where is Agatha?” Read more…

Girl Genius fic: Aftermath

What did Agatha even do? And poor Moloch. Follows Unexpected Consequences.
364 words | [PG]


Gil watched, stomach in a knot, as Tarvek guided Agatha to a lopsided chair and helped her sit. She twisted her hands together over and over while biting her lip. This just couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t. Every time he got close to something resembling happiness, it all fell apart. It wasn’t fair. Maybe he was cursed?

“Wulfenbach, are you listening to me?”

Gil blinked at Tarvek. “What?”

Tarvek’s eyes narrowed. “I said go check and see if anyone else is in the lab. Agatha doesn’t remember-” He trailed off, worry creasing his brow. “We need to figure out what she was working on and what happened.”

“Right. Got it.” Gil waded through the settling smoke and debris. Parts of the walls and ceiling had collapsed and most of the equipment was in pieces. He picked up a tin which instantly dissolved at his touch. Dusting his hands on his trousers, he kicked away half a chair that skittered into an overturned workbench.

“EEK!” Read more…

Girl Genius fic: Unexpected Consequences

Tarvek and Gil go to help Agatha in her lab but something goes horribly wrong. Follows The Ring.
442 words | [PG]


Tarvek stomped through the halls of Castle Heterodyne, Gil slouching along next to him, hands deep in his pockets. How dare he? How dare that layabout attempt to circumvent their mutual agreement to give Agatha time to get to know each of them equally and then make her decision? And just when Tarvek had thought their relationship somewhat settled. They were getting along amicably and even had fun at times. Then he had to go and do this.

He seethed with rage but managed to mash it deep down in the place where he kept those useless emotions as they approached Agatha’s main lab. Inside, a whistle blew, increasing in volume by the second. Gil slowed, head cocked at the door which seconds later exploded outward, nearly cutting him in half if he hadn’t the ridiculous reflexes of a cat.

“Agatha?” Tarvek called, peeking inside the smoldering room. Read more…

Girl Genius fic: The Ring

Gil is working on a surprise, but Tarvek nearly ruins all of his plans.
387 words | [PG]


Gil bent over his workbench, back aching as he painstakingly assembled the last bit of his project. He twisted the pieces together with a satisfying click and let out a soft sigh.

“What are you doing?” Tarvek asked, his voice absurdly loud in the small room.

Gil jumped, sending the small object soaring into the air. He scrambled out of his chair, lurching after it as Tarvek sauntered into the room, easily catching it from the air in front of Gil’s face.

“Give it back,” Gil demanded which only put a devious smile on Tarvek’s face.

“What’s this then?” he asked, holding it up to his face as it fell to a frown. “Is this a… ring?”

Gil swallowed hard. “No, it’s- I mean, yes, sort of. It’s-”

“What’s this say?” Tarvek squinted at the ring. “Is that a Wulfenbach sigil engraved on it? Wait, this looks more like a connector from a hydraulics system. What is this?”

Gil snatched the ring away. “It’s nothing; forget it.”

“Well, now I know it’s nothing.”

Stuffing the ring in his pocket, Gil quickly cleaned up to hide his flaming face. “What do you even want?”

“Is that for Agatha?”

A growl built. “It is Agatha’s. I gave it to her a long time ago, and now… Now I’m giving it back to her. That’s all it is. Just drop it, okay?”

When he finally glanced up, the look on Tarvek’s face nearly broke him. He looked hurt. But just as quickly, Tarvek schooled his features back to his normal stoic facade.

“Agatha wants us in the lab,” Tarvek said curtly, turning on his heel and not waiting to see if Gil followed.

Gil let out a long breath, taking the ring from his pocket to examine. It was still in perfect condition—polished to a glossy shine. Agatha had thought it silly and presumptuous when he’s placed it on her finger all those years ago. Of course, in his eager foolishness, it had been both, but she’d kept it. At least for a little while. He thought maybe she’d like it back, but Tarvek hated it. Of course he did—he hated everything Wulfenbach.

“You coming or what?” Tarvek yelled from the hall.

With another sigh, Gil shoved the ring back in his pocket and hurried after his friend.

NEXT: Unexpected Consequences

Girl Genius fic: Fate in a Bottle

When Gil left for university, he knew it would be filled with wondrous new experiences. He just never thought he’d be trapped in a room with a dozen students, Tarvek Sturmvoraus, and a mysterious bottle on the floor.

2,164 words | [PG-13]


“Okay, mes cheris,” Colette said, clapping her hands, “everyone take a seat in a circle—it’s time to play a game.” She went around the room, closing the curtains and tossing pillows onto the floor.

The other students giggled and got comfortable. Gil just stood there, confused. Across the room, Tarvek looked equally baffled.

“Come on, boys, don’t be shy.”

Colette’s words were soft and friendly, but there was an edge of an order to them, and no one argued with the Master’s daughter. Gil dutifully plopped down on a pillow. Tarvek took a little more convincing by the hushed but tense conversation he had with Colette. Eventually, he sat, too. Colette always got her way. He definitely didn’t look happy about it, though. Or maybe it was just Gil he was unhappy with because he hadn’t stopped glaring across the circle since he entered the room a few minutes after Gil.

Gil swallowed hard and turned his attention to the game, trying to suss out the rules before they started. The group of about twenty students, equal numbers of boys and girls, gathered in the circle on their pillows. An empty glass bottle sat in the center of the circle. Gil couldn’t guess what it was for.

Colette took center stage. “All right people, settle down. Settle down!” The noise instantly ceased causing Colette to smile. “All right, you know the rules, so let’s keep this fair. No drama-”

Gil slowly raised his hand, knowing he was probably going to regret this but needing to know the answer more.

Colette paused her instructions. “Yes, Gilgamesh?”

“Um, I don’t actually know the rules.” Read more…

Uncalled For Actions (7/?)

Days 43 – 49 of the experiment.

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The soldiers filed out after them, most setting off in different directions while two took up guard positions on either side of the office door. Gil turned towards the summit room where he could hear the curious voices of the other attendants but his father’s grip nearly stole his breath, forcing him in another direction.

“But the meeting,” Gil protested as he was guided down another hall with guards now stationed every ten meters.

“Barkley will be assisting for the rest of the day.”

“But-”

They turned the corner to the guest wing, one of their attendants seeing them coming and opening the door. The Baron shoved Gil into the room; Gil nearly tripping over his feet. He stumbled into a settee then spun just as his father released his pent up disgust.

“What were you thinking?” His voice hit octaves Gil had never heard before.

He swallowed hard. “I didn’t do anything wrong. You said-”

His father grabbed his hands roughly, pulling them up his face. “This says otherwise.”

Gil glanced at his raw knuckles, two spit and bleeding–or maybe that was Tarvek’s blood–then quickly found something else to stare at.

His father dropped his hands in annoyance. “What do you have to say for yourself?” Read more…

Uncalled For Actions (6/?)

Days 36 – 42 of the experiment.

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Her heart thrummed in her head as she tore through the castle using every secret passage she knew.

It drowned out all other sounds including her labored breathing and her feet slamming against the polished stone floor which also meant she didn’t hear Martellus gaining on her until it was too late. His arm reached around her middle, lifting her right off the floor as she kicked and flailed.

“You little brat,” he hissed in her ear, breath hot and stale from running. “Give me the bottle, Violetta, and we’ll pretend none of this happened.

“Why? What are you going to use it for?”

Martellus laughed. “Why would I tell you that? So you can go tattle to Tarvek. They’re so cute at this age.” He tweaked her nose just as the other two idiots trotted up, breathing hard from their snail’s pace jog.

“Get rid of her, Tweedle,” Orrik said, “she knows too much already.”

Violetta struggled harder, twisting every direction, but Martellus’ grip iron, and the more she fought, the tighter he squeezed her until she couldn’t catch her breath.

“I’m not going to have to do that, now am I, Vi? You’re going to be a good girl and hand over the bottle and not tell anyone about this and then we’re all going to go on our merry way, right?”

She glared over her shoulder at him but knew her options were limited so she calmed her struggles until he relaxed his grip some.

“Good girl, I knew-”

Then she bit his hand until she tasted blood. Martellus screamed, dropping Violetta who landed in a full run, tossing a smoke bomb behind her for good measure. Read more…

Uncalled For Actions (5/?)

Days 29 – 35 of the experiment.

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About half a dozen emotions flitted across Tweedle’s face at that news before he settled back to his barely contained rage.

Gil refused to back down for the obvious intimidation tactic he knew well from his childhood. He brought himself up to his full height which was still nearly a head shorter than Tweedle, chin held high and a practiced, indifferent expression plastered on his face.

Finally, Tweedle stepped out of Gil’s personal space and dusted the front of Gil’s jacket like he was straightening out the wrinkles Gil had already fixed. “The Baron, you say? I heard a rumor about you.”

Gil cocked one eyebrow under his fringe of bangs and crossed his arms over his chest. “Which one?”

“That you’re the orphaned son of homicidal Sparks that went on a rampage, and the only reason you’re an apprentice is the Baron feels sorry for you.”

Gil wanted to laugh–as if his father would give such an important job to someone out of pity. Instead, he shrugged as if the words didn’t bring back loathsome memories. “Close enough.”

As expected from habitual bullies, Tweedle looked even more annoyed that he didn’t get a rise out of Gil, but he recovered quickly. He took two menacing steps towards Gil and shoved a finger in his face. “Baron or no, I don’t care who you are, if I catch you around my sister again-”

Seffie interrupted him with a swat on the back of his head. “Martellus, no. Bad brother.” Read more…

Uncalled For Actions (4/?)

Days 22 – 28 of the experiment.

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He checked to make sure no one was watching then carefully added some speech bubbles around the drawing before casually slipping the paper back to her.

She snorted softly, scribbled something else then passed the note back, lower lip caught between her teeth to keep from smiling.

This went on of most off the Baron’s impassioned, but ultimately, boring address.

At some point, Anevka gave up any pretenses of paying attention and slid into the Baron’s seat to be next to Gil. “Might you have some ink I could borrow,” she said, just loud enough for her father to hear.

Gil doubted the Prince believed the excuse by the low huff he gave before returning his attention to the proceedings. Nevertheless, Gil pushed the inkwell between them as they both pretended to take notes, their drawings becoming more and more absurd as time and boredom wore on.

The Baron eventually came to his final remarks, necessitating Anevka return to her original seat, but she continued to make faces at him behind his father’s back, much to Gil’s delight–maybe if Anevka stuck around the summit, things wouldn’t be as bad as he’d worried.

That thought soured the mood because he knew he’d have to face Tarvek eventually–there was no getting around it.

After what seemed like an eternity where his emotions bounced from elated to anguished, the morning’s meetings came to a close and the apprentices were dismissed to an adjoining room for lunch.

Gil was out of his seat before his father could even gather a lecture, strolling over to Anevka with a shy grin.

“I’m Gil,” he said, holding out his hand like they hadn’t spent the last four hours goofing off together. “Your Highness,” he added respectfully if a little late. Read more…

Uncalled for Actions (3/?)

Days 15-21 of the sentences experiment. Still going strong.

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Ten-year-old Violetta Mondarev prowled around the edges of the central courtyard of Sturmhalten Castle, keeping to the shadows, watching the parade of dignitaries from all over the Empire, and catching snippets of conversation as Tarvek had ordered. She bit back a curse she’d heard some of the older Smoke Knights using when talking about the self-serving, conceited Madboys they worked for and what they thought of their orders.

She shook her head–Tarvek wasn’t really like that, she reminded herself. Sure, they disagreed and he reprimanded her when she mouthed off, but of all their family, only he ever showed an ounce of respect towards her, and that was what ensured her loyalty above the solemn oaths she was forced to take–he was a prat, but he was a reasonable prat.

Violetta scurried up a tree in the corner and hid among its branches to get a better view. Spring had barely arrived, and although buds had begun to sprout, a bitter wind whipped down from the mountains, fluttering her bangs into her eyes. She could easily tell those raised in the lower elevations–they were the ones bundled in furs and multiple wool overcoats, hats with ear-flaps and lined, leather gloves. They were soft compared to the natives of Balan’s Gap and the surrounding mountains, two of which suddenly appeared at the open window next to her perch. Read more…

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