What Happens At Cons
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G through L › The Greatest American Hero
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
1,349
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own The Greatest American Hero, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Four
Kevin stepped out of the bathroom, and gawked at his father.
“You’re wearing red, Dad?”
Ralph turned to face his son and had to smile at the red-haired Kevin in the red Starfleet uniform. “Seems to be the color du jour, Kev. You look great, by the way! It’s like that uniform was fitted to you.”
Kevin looked down at himself and ran his hands over the front of the uniform jacket, smiling. He was pleased he was in trim shape, because the uniform was very close-fitting. The specialty shop he’d purchased it at had taken the time to take proper measurements, and it reflected in the quality of the outfit.
“For what I paid for it, Dad, it better be fitted! The lady there took my measurements,” he added, blushing. He’d been very shy about it, but she assured him she was a professional, and he would not be disappointed.
“You look like you just stepped out of the Academy, like the kids in the movie.”
“Academy? Please. I’m a Commander. Engineering.”
Ralph laughed, “Okay, Commander Hinkley then. My son the Starfleet officer and engineer.”
“Your costume is great too, Dad, but where does it come from? I thought I was up on all the latest comics.”
Ralph looked down at himself, mirroring Kevin’s action, and smoothed the suit’s tunic over his slim waist. “Oh, this? I got the uh, basic red outfit, and added the trim, cape, boots and emblem. Something I kind of made up, to be unique.”
Kevin nodded his head in approval. “Most excellent, Dad. It looks like Bill’s going to be in red too, from the material I saw him carrying.”
Ralph’s heart raced when he heard the knock on the door, knowing it was Bill. What the hell? Why am I excited, it’s just Bill.
“C’mon, open up in there!” Bill paused about two seconds, then added with a laugh, “It’s getting’ kinda chilly out here in the hallway!”
Ralph said as he walked to the door, loud enough for Bill to hear, “Oh God, what have you got on?” He opened the door, and there was his best friend William Maxwell… transformed into Maximillian, the ancient Scots warrior.
“Holy crap, Maxwell!” Ralph said, his mouth agape. He pulled back from the door so Bill could step in.
Bill was wearing a kilt, knee-length leather boots, and a faux fur vest, undoubtedly concealing the special agent’s holster and firearm. An authentic sporran was draped from the center of his waist, hanging from under the leather belt of the sword. The weight of the scabbard made the belt hang low off Bill’s left hip, the sword within easy reach of his hand to fight off the enemy at the gate.
Bill, remaining in character, made sure the coast was clear and slid the sword from its scabbard, leaping into the room and yelling, “Clan Maxwell!” He brandished the sword around, in a wide circle over his head, and jumped in the air at the same time, twisting his body into a 360 degree turn. As he completed the spin, the kilt flying up for a moment, Ralph couldn’t help but notice Bill wore briefs in a neutral, skin-toned color.
Bill landed lightly on his feet and grinned at the Hinkleys, waiting for their reactions.
Ralph simply stood and gawked, staring at his best friend, starting from the feet and working his way up. His mouth was hanging open the entire time as he looked at the boots, then the kilt, sword belt, sporran and up to the traditional white blouse, covered by the ever-present vest. The pattern of the kilt was predominantly red.
“Well? Do I pass muster? I told you I was going ‘bout as opposite of you that I could, and I wasn’t lyin’, huh?” Bill asked, pleased by the shocked look on Ralph’s face.
“You look like you just stepped in from the Scottish moor, Bill!” Ralph exclaimed.
The older partner looked down at himself, his cheeks flushed with pride. He fiddled with the pin depicting the Maxwell family crest and motto, affixed to the fur vest. He then smoothed his kilt back into place.
“I couldn’t believe it when I found this, Ralph! It’s the ancient Maxwell sett, from at least a thousand years ago the guy told me. He showed me the proper way of wrapping the tartan, in the ancient style. The pin has my family’s motto. The guy said it means ‘I flourish again.’”
He looked at Kevin and Ralph, and smirked, “Looks like we all had red in mind for the weekend.”
Kevin was speechless since Bill’s sword demonstration. He finally walked forward and asked, “Bill, where did you learn to do that?”
“Kevin, you may not know this, but Bill here has a black belt in kenpo,” Ralph told his son, grinning between the two of them.
“You do?” Kevin exclaimed.
Bill made a production of putting his sword back in its scabbard and said, “Yep, kid. Told ya there’s a lot ‘bout me you don’t know.”
“I guess so!” Kevin said.
Ralph said, “Okay, we’ve got our costumes on, let’s go prowl the hallways for a while. Kev, you got your pocket program?”
Kevin took the folded piece of paper from his uniform pocket, and consulted what he’d circled earlier. “Hey, Dad, there’s something I want to go to in about an hour. It’s supposed to be six hours, it’s the start of the AD&D tournament.”
“Okay, how about we go to the café first and grab some dinner? I want to make sure you get at least one good meal into you before you go gaming for the night. When’s it over, about 2 in the morning?”
Kevin flipped the program over. “Yeah, 8pm till 2am it says, in the Phoenix room.”
“You okay for beverage?”
“I’ll grab a couple of pops on the way. Lemme go get my gaming stuff!”
He rummaged around in his bag and drew out two books, a notebook, a cloth bag and a pencil.
“Okay, ready!”
Ralph went to the door, holding it open for his son and his best friend. Although they had the shared color of red in their outfits, the three of them couldn’t be more different: superhero, Starfleet officer and Scots warrior.
He smiled at the two when they entered the hallway. “This is going to be fun, guys!”
“You’re wearing red, Dad?”
Ralph turned to face his son and had to smile at the red-haired Kevin in the red Starfleet uniform. “Seems to be the color du jour, Kev. You look great, by the way! It’s like that uniform was fitted to you.”
Kevin looked down at himself and ran his hands over the front of the uniform jacket, smiling. He was pleased he was in trim shape, because the uniform was very close-fitting. The specialty shop he’d purchased it at had taken the time to take proper measurements, and it reflected in the quality of the outfit.
“For what I paid for it, Dad, it better be fitted! The lady there took my measurements,” he added, blushing. He’d been very shy about it, but she assured him she was a professional, and he would not be disappointed.
“You look like you just stepped out of the Academy, like the kids in the movie.”
“Academy? Please. I’m a Commander. Engineering.”
Ralph laughed, “Okay, Commander Hinkley then. My son the Starfleet officer and engineer.”
“Your costume is great too, Dad, but where does it come from? I thought I was up on all the latest comics.”
Ralph looked down at himself, mirroring Kevin’s action, and smoothed the suit’s tunic over his slim waist. “Oh, this? I got the uh, basic red outfit, and added the trim, cape, boots and emblem. Something I kind of made up, to be unique.”
Kevin nodded his head in approval. “Most excellent, Dad. It looks like Bill’s going to be in red too, from the material I saw him carrying.”
Ralph’s heart raced when he heard the knock on the door, knowing it was Bill. What the hell? Why am I excited, it’s just Bill.
“C’mon, open up in there!” Bill paused about two seconds, then added with a laugh, “It’s getting’ kinda chilly out here in the hallway!”
Ralph said as he walked to the door, loud enough for Bill to hear, “Oh God, what have you got on?” He opened the door, and there was his best friend William Maxwell… transformed into Maximillian, the ancient Scots warrior.
“Holy crap, Maxwell!” Ralph said, his mouth agape. He pulled back from the door so Bill could step in.
Bill was wearing a kilt, knee-length leather boots, and a faux fur vest, undoubtedly concealing the special agent’s holster and firearm. An authentic sporran was draped from the center of his waist, hanging from under the leather belt of the sword. The weight of the scabbard made the belt hang low off Bill’s left hip, the sword within easy reach of his hand to fight off the enemy at the gate.
Bill, remaining in character, made sure the coast was clear and slid the sword from its scabbard, leaping into the room and yelling, “Clan Maxwell!” He brandished the sword around, in a wide circle over his head, and jumped in the air at the same time, twisting his body into a 360 degree turn. As he completed the spin, the kilt flying up for a moment, Ralph couldn’t help but notice Bill wore briefs in a neutral, skin-toned color.
Bill landed lightly on his feet and grinned at the Hinkleys, waiting for their reactions.
Ralph simply stood and gawked, staring at his best friend, starting from the feet and working his way up. His mouth was hanging open the entire time as he looked at the boots, then the kilt, sword belt, sporran and up to the traditional white blouse, covered by the ever-present vest. The pattern of the kilt was predominantly red.
“Well? Do I pass muster? I told you I was going ‘bout as opposite of you that I could, and I wasn’t lyin’, huh?” Bill asked, pleased by the shocked look on Ralph’s face.
“You look like you just stepped in from the Scottish moor, Bill!” Ralph exclaimed.
The older partner looked down at himself, his cheeks flushed with pride. He fiddled with the pin depicting the Maxwell family crest and motto, affixed to the fur vest. He then smoothed his kilt back into place.
“I couldn’t believe it when I found this, Ralph! It’s the ancient Maxwell sett, from at least a thousand years ago the guy told me. He showed me the proper way of wrapping the tartan, in the ancient style. The pin has my family’s motto. The guy said it means ‘I flourish again.’”
He looked at Kevin and Ralph, and smirked, “Looks like we all had red in mind for the weekend.”
Kevin was speechless since Bill’s sword demonstration. He finally walked forward and asked, “Bill, where did you learn to do that?”
“Kevin, you may not know this, but Bill here has a black belt in kenpo,” Ralph told his son, grinning between the two of them.
“You do?” Kevin exclaimed.
Bill made a production of putting his sword back in its scabbard and said, “Yep, kid. Told ya there’s a lot ‘bout me you don’t know.”
“I guess so!” Kevin said.
Ralph said, “Okay, we’ve got our costumes on, let’s go prowl the hallways for a while. Kev, you got your pocket program?”
Kevin took the folded piece of paper from his uniform pocket, and consulted what he’d circled earlier. “Hey, Dad, there’s something I want to go to in about an hour. It’s supposed to be six hours, it’s the start of the AD&D tournament.”
“Okay, how about we go to the café first and grab some dinner? I want to make sure you get at least one good meal into you before you go gaming for the night. When’s it over, about 2 in the morning?”
Kevin flipped the program over. “Yeah, 8pm till 2am it says, in the Phoenix room.”
“You okay for beverage?”
“I’ll grab a couple of pops on the way. Lemme go get my gaming stuff!”
He rummaged around in his bag and drew out two books, a notebook, a cloth bag and a pencil.
“Okay, ready!”
Ralph went to the door, holding it open for his son and his best friend. Although they had the shared color of red in their outfits, the three of them couldn’t be more different: superhero, Starfleet officer and Scots warrior.
He smiled at the two when they entered the hallway. “This is going to be fun, guys!”