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(216) Truth Will Out
Title: Truth Will Out
Fandom: Black Lightning (TV)
Pairing: Anissa/Grace
Rating: G
Prompt: 216 ~ reveal
Word Count: 515
Summary: Anissa and Grace both had their secrets. They had to come out at some point.
Note: I got bit by a rabid plot bunny. Check out a longer version of this story on here.
After weeks of searching and some pretty weird encounters, Uncle Gamib’s latest lead had lead Anissa to this apartment. The latest resident had paid for it using money from Grace’s account, but she clearly wasn’t Grace. They were both Asian, but this woman’s face was rounder, her nose smaller, and her lips thinner. As she answered the door, strange splotches of color rippled across her skin like oil across water.
Great, another meta. Just what Freeland needed. In any other circumstances, Anissa would be worrying about where she came from. Was she one of Tobias’ flunkies? A Green Light baby? One of the missing pod kids? Right now though, she just didn’t care. If she came between Anissa and finding Grace, she was going down. Thunder pushed her way into the apartment and slammed the door behind her.
“Go away,” the other woman growled. She raised her fists, but knew better than to attack a superhero.
“Look, I don’t want to fight you,” Anissa said, raising her hands in front of her. It was a move that looked peaceable enough, but put her in a position to block or punch if need be. Just because she didn’t want to start something didn’t mean she was going to be stupid. “I’m just trying to find someone. Her name’s Grace, Grace Choi. Maybe you’ve heard of her? You paid for this place with her money.”
The meta’s lips twisted in a snarl. “I said, go away,” she roared, and lashed out.
Anissa easily caught her arm and used it to yank her around and into a bear hug. The woman bucked and squirmed against her. “Calm down,” Anissa said, squeezing tighter. “I don’t care about the money. I just need to know if Grace is alright.”
She could feel the woman’s skin ripple and move under her hand. Glancing down, she saw the splotches swirl together to form a familiar dragon tattoo. “Grace!” Anissa gasped. “Grace is that you?”
She spun the woman around, keeping a grip on her shoulders. Her eyes were the same strange, crystalline sort of blue Grace’s eyes had turned that day at the park, but, even as she stared into them, they morphed into Grace’s usual warm brown. It was her. It had to be.
“Let go of me!” the woman, the meta, Grace yelled, pulling free from Anissa’s grasp. The splotches rippled across her face, rearranging the features into something more familiar. With Thunder blocking the door, she darted across the room and made for the fire escape.
“Grace, wait! It’s me, Anissa.”
Grace froze half-way out the window. “Anissa?”
“Yeah, baby.” Anissa pulled off her mask. Her own father hadn’t recognized her in her original costume. Between the braids and the goggles, it was no surprise Grace didn’t either. “It’s me.”
“You’re Thunder,” she said flatly, pulling back into the room. “That explains a lot.” “I’m Thunder and you’re a—” a what? A meta? A shapeshifter? Anissa gestured helplessly. “Guess we both had our secrets.” At least now that they knew, they could finally have that talk.
Fandom: Black Lightning (TV)
Pairing: Anissa/Grace
Rating: G
Prompt: 216 ~ reveal
Word Count: 515
Summary: Anissa and Grace both had their secrets. They had to come out at some point.
Note: I got bit by a rabid plot bunny. Check out a longer version of this story on here.
After weeks of searching and some pretty weird encounters, Uncle Gamib’s latest lead had lead Anissa to this apartment. The latest resident had paid for it using money from Grace’s account, but she clearly wasn’t Grace. They were both Asian, but this woman’s face was rounder, her nose smaller, and her lips thinner. As she answered the door, strange splotches of color rippled across her skin like oil across water.
Great, another meta. Just what Freeland needed. In any other circumstances, Anissa would be worrying about where she came from. Was she one of Tobias’ flunkies? A Green Light baby? One of the missing pod kids? Right now though, she just didn’t care. If she came between Anissa and finding Grace, she was going down. Thunder pushed her way into the apartment and slammed the door behind her.
“Go away,” the other woman growled. She raised her fists, but knew better than to attack a superhero.
“Look, I don’t want to fight you,” Anissa said, raising her hands in front of her. It was a move that looked peaceable enough, but put her in a position to block or punch if need be. Just because she didn’t want to start something didn’t mean she was going to be stupid. “I’m just trying to find someone. Her name’s Grace, Grace Choi. Maybe you’ve heard of her? You paid for this place with her money.”
The meta’s lips twisted in a snarl. “I said, go away,” she roared, and lashed out.
Anissa easily caught her arm and used it to yank her around and into a bear hug. The woman bucked and squirmed against her. “Calm down,” Anissa said, squeezing tighter. “I don’t care about the money. I just need to know if Grace is alright.”
She could feel the woman’s skin ripple and move under her hand. Glancing down, she saw the splotches swirl together to form a familiar dragon tattoo. “Grace!” Anissa gasped. “Grace is that you?”
She spun the woman around, keeping a grip on her shoulders. Her eyes were the same strange, crystalline sort of blue Grace’s eyes had turned that day at the park, but, even as she stared into them, they morphed into Grace’s usual warm brown. It was her. It had to be.
“Let go of me!” the woman, the meta, Grace yelled, pulling free from Anissa’s grasp. The splotches rippled across her face, rearranging the features into something more familiar. With Thunder blocking the door, she darted across the room and made for the fire escape.
“Grace, wait! It’s me, Anissa.”
Grace froze half-way out the window. “Anissa?”
“Yeah, baby.” Anissa pulled off her mask. Her own father hadn’t recognized her in her original costume. Between the braids and the goggles, it was no surprise Grace didn’t either. “It’s me.”
“You’re Thunder,” she said flatly, pulling back into the room. “That explains a lot.” “I’m Thunder and you’re a—” a what? A meta? A shapeshifter? Anissa gestured helplessly. “Guess we both had our secrets.” At least now that they knew, they could finally have that talk.