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Subterranean Homesick Alien
Title: Subterranean Homesick Alien
Author/Artist: me, who else?
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Alfred, Tony
Rating: K
Warnings: Uhm, its kind of sad, I guess? Not really.
Summary: “T...Tony? Your name is Tony?” Alfred turned around and faced the creature, making his best hero pose. “I’m Alfred, Alfred F. Jones!”
The sun filtered in through the blinds in the window causing everyone’s favorite hero to stir in his sleep. He sat up groggily and put his glasses on, and then yawned.
“G’morning Tony!” He said (a little too cheerily for someone who had just woken up) as he turned to face his best friend, Tony.
Tony and Alfred had been friends for a long time now and they knew everything about each other.
That was why Alfred could sense something was wrong with the little guy.
“Tony?” Alfred asked, throwing back the covers and rushing to check his little green friend. There he sat in his bed, pale as (an alien) could be. He looked back at Alfred like a college kid with a hangover, eyes not focusing on anything but the window. “What’s wrong?”
He looked back at Alfred and pointed to the window. Alfred scooped him up and brought him over, laying him on the windowsill, careful not to let him get hurt. His hand lifted up and he pointed to a single part of the sky.
“You…wanna go flying again? Well I dunno but I mean…” Alfred’s eyes traveled up the long arm there he was able to see the spot in the clear blue sky. Glinting back was a single star.
“What do you want, buddy?” Alfred asked, but he knew. He’d known of this day for years and always feared it.
He was homesick.
“Mr. Jones, we have reason to believe that there has been alien life in this area. Area 51.” Alfred peered up into the sky and looked around, shielding his eyes from the sunlight with his hands. He didn’t see any aliens.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean there have been reported sights of flying saucers in the area.”
“Well what do you want me to do about it?” He turned to face the general as he put his hands on his hip s in his heroic superman pose.
“We kind of figured…since the nations of the world can’t exactly ‘die’ per say we kind of wanted you to go and check it out, sir.” Alfred frowned.
“And if the aliens decide to kill me with some outer world force?”
“You’ll die a hero, sir.”
That was all he needed.
“Y’know Tony, life on Earth is so much better than on Mars. I mean, you don’t have hamburgers in space do you?” Tony looked up at him from his plate of scrambled eggs and toast. He poked it with his finger then pushed his plate away from him.
“What about video games? I mean, they must have some cool stuff up there but does anything beat killing Russians in Modern Warfare?” Tony got up and walked out of the kitchen leaving a frowning Alfred behind him as the door slammed shut.
Go into the desert. Find the ship. Scout it out, take some stuff back with you, and get another medal. Great. The moon peaked over the sandy desert as Alfred walked alone on his mission, only source of human contact being a small walkie-talkie attached to his belt. He sighed and turned on his heel, finding nothing. What a waste of time.
Then there was a flash.
Not a big flash, but a flash bright enough to catch his attention. Our young hero pinpointed the spot and ran after it, quick as lightning. When he reached the spot, what he saw sent him into a state of awe.
It was a great silver ship that could put his planes to shame. There was a weird looking smoke coming from what seemed to be the engine of the ship, badly battered in the (apparent) crash landing. There were gadgets and gizmos coming from the open door of the ship.
And on the inside was a little green man.
“Well, how are you going to get home? I can’t really just pick up the phone and call NASA. How would that conversation go? ‘Oh hi, this is Alfred and I want to know if you have an alien spacecraft handy so my BFF Tony can go back to that red planet we know nothing about?’” Alfred sat in the doorway as Tony packed his things together. (It wasn’t much; just a couple of things he had saved over the years, including a picture of him and Alfred, and a ‘Best Friends Forever’ keychain.) Tony didn’t look back at him, just held up a finger telling him to wait a second.
When he was done, he grabbed Alfred’s sleeve and pulled him along towards the basement steps. He led the taller nation down the stairs and pulled him into the dark. Somehow, he made a panel appear and he pressed the button.
Alfred had to shield his eyes from the light.
There, sitting in his very own basement, was Tony’s spaceship.
“Intruder! What are you doing here?” The alien jumped three feet in the air. He saw Alfred and ran into the back of the ship, madly pressing buttons and talking in some foreign language. (Probably French. Alfred never bothered to learn that language…) He saw the man was flustered so he raised his hands.
“Hey, I’m not trying to hurt you. What are you doing?” Alfred walked up to the ship and looked inside. It was white. All white. So white, it made his eyes hurt, but he had no trouble fixing his eyes on the green person he saw before him. He was just barely past Alfred’s knee in height and was the color of the statue of liberty on a clear day. He walked into the ship and stood to his full height.
“Sweet house. You live here?” Alfred asked. The alien shook with fear. “Dude, I’m not trying to hurt you. Who are you?” The creature shook harder as it pointed his finger in the direction of a big name plate on the side of the ship. The word was obviously in a different language (damn the French!), but it looked like the letters T, N, and Y.
“T...Tony? Your name is Tony?” Alfred turned around and face the creature, making his best hero pose. “I’m Alfred, Alfred F. Jones!” The alien looked him up and down for a moment before spotting an American flag pin on Alfred’s jacket. He pointed.
“What? Oh, my pin? Yeah, that’s my flag. You’re in America. Heh, that’s me.” The alien looked at him, confused.
“It’s a long and complicated story, want me to explain?” Alfred asked. ‘Tony’ went wide eyed and sat down at his desk and nodded. Alfred went on and on about himself and the others and Tony took down every word.
“Any questions?” Tony shook his head, and held up a finger for Alfred to wait a second. He pressed a button on the dashboard. A screen popped up and began to play a compilation video. Clips of famous American flicked across the screen, and at the end the announcer said “Welcome to America, the greatest country on Earth!”
Alfred beamed. “He’s right, you know.”
“Seriously bud, how long have you had this done?” Tony shrugged and made a gesture to a silver plate on the outside of the ship, c. 1968.
“You’ve had this thing done for how long and you’re just now leaving?” Tony nodded and went back to pressing buttons.
Alfred rubbed his hand on the back of his neck and sighed. “You can’t leave. I won’t let you.” Tony looked over at him and looked like he was going to cry (if manly American aliens can cry.)
“Can’t you just like, take a ride on Space Mountain and pretend? I’m gonna miss you.” Tony stopped what he was doing and walked over to give Alfred a hug. He put his hand to Alfred’s forehead and pressed into Alfred’s thoughts.
I have to do this. I’ll be back someday soon, but I need to go home. For a little while.
If Alfred were any less of a hero, he would have cried right there as he hugged his friend.
After a long farewell dinner (best two hundred dollar order at McDonalds EVER.) and watching Tony’s favorite American film, they went downstairs for a final goodbye.
“If you ever get lonesome out there, call me. And remember, if you finally realize it sucks up there, you can always come home.” Tony smiled.
“I will.” He choked out in broken English. Alfred gave a sad smile and walked out of the ship. He waved to Tony, who waved back in a sad manner, and fired up the rockets. The ship hovered for a few moments in the air and then shot off into the night sky, quickly fading into the sky and becoming another star.
“Find anything, sir?”
“Nope, just sand and rocks.”
“You sure, I mean those claims were pretty legitimate…” The general looked over to the rising sun in the east.
“Well maybe you need to send someone else out there to look. I’m tired general. I think I’m going to go to sleep.” Alfred fake yawned and stretched his left arm, right arm cradling a bundle of something behind his back.
“Goodnight, sir.”
“Goodnight.” Alfred quickly took off to his room and when he got there, he put the bundle on the bed and out popped his new alien friend.
“Alright, this is going to be so cool! We can stay up late and watch movies and be best friends forever, right Tony?”
Tony didn’t answer, he had passed out on the couch. Alfred smiled and followed his lead.
“I hope you never leave Earth.”
“I hope you come back someday soon.” Alfred looked up at the sky and stared, missing his friend already.
Author/Artist: me, who else?
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Alfred, Tony
Rating: K
Warnings: Uhm, its kind of sad, I guess? Not really.
Summary: “T...Tony? Your name is Tony?” Alfred turned around and faced the creature, making his best hero pose. “I’m Alfred, Alfred F. Jones!”
The sun filtered in through the blinds in the window causing everyone’s favorite hero to stir in his sleep. He sat up groggily and put his glasses on, and then yawned.
“G’morning Tony!” He said (a little too cheerily for someone who had just woken up) as he turned to face his best friend, Tony.
Tony and Alfred had been friends for a long time now and they knew everything about each other.
That was why Alfred could sense something was wrong with the little guy.
“Tony?” Alfred asked, throwing back the covers and rushing to check his little green friend. There he sat in his bed, pale as (an alien) could be. He looked back at Alfred like a college kid with a hangover, eyes not focusing on anything but the window. “What’s wrong?”
He looked back at Alfred and pointed to the window. Alfred scooped him up and brought him over, laying him on the windowsill, careful not to let him get hurt. His hand lifted up and he pointed to a single part of the sky.
“You…wanna go flying again? Well I dunno but I mean…” Alfred’s eyes traveled up the long arm there he was able to see the spot in the clear blue sky. Glinting back was a single star.
“What do you want, buddy?” Alfred asked, but he knew. He’d known of this day for years and always feared it.
He was homesick.
“Mr. Jones, we have reason to believe that there has been alien life in this area. Area 51.” Alfred peered up into the sky and looked around, shielding his eyes from the sunlight with his hands. He didn’t see any aliens.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean there have been reported sights of flying saucers in the area.”
“Well what do you want me to do about it?” He turned to face the general as he put his hands on his hip s in his heroic superman pose.
“We kind of figured…since the nations of the world can’t exactly ‘die’ per say we kind of wanted you to go and check it out, sir.” Alfred frowned.
“And if the aliens decide to kill me with some outer world force?”
“You’ll die a hero, sir.”
That was all he needed.
“Y’know Tony, life on Earth is so much better than on Mars. I mean, you don’t have hamburgers in space do you?” Tony looked up at him from his plate of scrambled eggs and toast. He poked it with his finger then pushed his plate away from him.
“What about video games? I mean, they must have some cool stuff up there but does anything beat killing Russians in Modern Warfare?” Tony got up and walked out of the kitchen leaving a frowning Alfred behind him as the door slammed shut.
Go into the desert. Find the ship. Scout it out, take some stuff back with you, and get another medal. Great. The moon peaked over the sandy desert as Alfred walked alone on his mission, only source of human contact being a small walkie-talkie attached to his belt. He sighed and turned on his heel, finding nothing. What a waste of time.
Then there was a flash.
Not a big flash, but a flash bright enough to catch his attention. Our young hero pinpointed the spot and ran after it, quick as lightning. When he reached the spot, what he saw sent him into a state of awe.
It was a great silver ship that could put his planes to shame. There was a weird looking smoke coming from what seemed to be the engine of the ship, badly battered in the (apparent) crash landing. There were gadgets and gizmos coming from the open door of the ship.
And on the inside was a little green man.
“Well, how are you going to get home? I can’t really just pick up the phone and call NASA. How would that conversation go? ‘Oh hi, this is Alfred and I want to know if you have an alien spacecraft handy so my BFF Tony can go back to that red planet we know nothing about?’” Alfred sat in the doorway as Tony packed his things together. (It wasn’t much; just a couple of things he had saved over the years, including a picture of him and Alfred, and a ‘Best Friends Forever’ keychain.) Tony didn’t look back at him, just held up a finger telling him to wait a second.
When he was done, he grabbed Alfred’s sleeve and pulled him along towards the basement steps. He led the taller nation down the stairs and pulled him into the dark. Somehow, he made a panel appear and he pressed the button.
Alfred had to shield his eyes from the light.
There, sitting in his very own basement, was Tony’s spaceship.
“Intruder! What are you doing here?” The alien jumped three feet in the air. He saw Alfred and ran into the back of the ship, madly pressing buttons and talking in some foreign language. (Probably French. Alfred never bothered to learn that language…) He saw the man was flustered so he raised his hands.
“Hey, I’m not trying to hurt you. What are you doing?” Alfred walked up to the ship and looked inside. It was white. All white. So white, it made his eyes hurt, but he had no trouble fixing his eyes on the green person he saw before him. He was just barely past Alfred’s knee in height and was the color of the statue of liberty on a clear day. He walked into the ship and stood to his full height.
“Sweet house. You live here?” Alfred asked. The alien shook with fear. “Dude, I’m not trying to hurt you. Who are you?” The creature shook harder as it pointed his finger in the direction of a big name plate on the side of the ship. The word was obviously in a different language (damn the French!), but it looked like the letters T, N, and Y.
“T...Tony? Your name is Tony?” Alfred turned around and face the creature, making his best hero pose. “I’m Alfred, Alfred F. Jones!” The alien looked him up and down for a moment before spotting an American flag pin on Alfred’s jacket. He pointed.
“What? Oh, my pin? Yeah, that’s my flag. You’re in America. Heh, that’s me.” The alien looked at him, confused.
“It’s a long and complicated story, want me to explain?” Alfred asked. ‘Tony’ went wide eyed and sat down at his desk and nodded. Alfred went on and on about himself and the others and Tony took down every word.
“Any questions?” Tony shook his head, and held up a finger for Alfred to wait a second. He pressed a button on the dashboard. A screen popped up and began to play a compilation video. Clips of famous American flicked across the screen, and at the end the announcer said “Welcome to America, the greatest country on Earth!”
Alfred beamed. “He’s right, you know.”
“Seriously bud, how long have you had this done?” Tony shrugged and made a gesture to a silver plate on the outside of the ship, c. 1968.
“You’ve had this thing done for how long and you’re just now leaving?” Tony nodded and went back to pressing buttons.
Alfred rubbed his hand on the back of his neck and sighed. “You can’t leave. I won’t let you.” Tony looked over at him and looked like he was going to cry (if manly American aliens can cry.)
“Can’t you just like, take a ride on Space Mountain and pretend? I’m gonna miss you.” Tony stopped what he was doing and walked over to give Alfred a hug. He put his hand to Alfred’s forehead and pressed into Alfred’s thoughts.
I have to do this. I’ll be back someday soon, but I need to go home. For a little while.
If Alfred were any less of a hero, he would have cried right there as he hugged his friend.
After a long farewell dinner (best two hundred dollar order at McDonalds EVER.) and watching Tony’s favorite American film, they went downstairs for a final goodbye.
“If you ever get lonesome out there, call me. And remember, if you finally realize it sucks up there, you can always come home.” Tony smiled.
“I will.” He choked out in broken English. Alfred gave a sad smile and walked out of the ship. He waved to Tony, who waved back in a sad manner, and fired up the rockets. The ship hovered for a few moments in the air and then shot off into the night sky, quickly fading into the sky and becoming another star.
“Find anything, sir?”
“Nope, just sand and rocks.”
“You sure, I mean those claims were pretty legitimate…” The general looked over to the rising sun in the east.
“Well maybe you need to send someone else out there to look. I’m tired general. I think I’m going to go to sleep.” Alfred fake yawned and stretched his left arm, right arm cradling a bundle of something behind his back.
“Goodnight, sir.”
“Goodnight.” Alfred quickly took off to his room and when he got there, he put the bundle on the bed and out popped his new alien friend.
“Alright, this is going to be so cool! We can stay up late and watch movies and be best friends forever, right Tony?”
Tony didn’t answer, he had passed out on the couch. Alfred smiled and followed his lead.
“I hope you never leave Earth.”
“I hope you come back someday soon.” Alfred looked up at the sky and stared, missing his friend already.