Fic: Wake Up

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Title: Wake Up
Fandom: Saint Seiya- Soul of Gold
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: Blood & injury
Relationships: Mizar Zeta Syd/Lyfia
Characters: Alcor Zeta Bud, Lyfia, Mizar Zeta Syd
Word Count: 562
Summary: Lyfia doesn't know how she got here, but she won't stop to figure it out, not when there's a life on the line.

Lyfia ends up in the right place at just the right time to save Mizar Zeta Syd's life.

Lyfia is terrified. Valhalla Palace has been invaded, and for some reason she isn’t barricaded into the servants’ quarters like she should be. She’s lost time somewhere between evacuating with the staff and here, something that scares her even more. Lyfia doesn’t know how she got here, and the smell of blood lies heavy in the air. She’s tucked herself into a corner behind a pillar, trying to breathe through the stink and her own panic.

Shuffling footsteps echo down the corridor, and Lyfia looks up, her heart pounding.

Dim light gleams off of bloodied snow-white armor, and even more bloodied green. She’s on her feet before her mind can catch up, running to them on the wings of terror.

“Syd!” Lyfia gasps, her hands cradling his face, slack in death. It can’t be. Her fingers find his throat, she holds her breath and tries to feel for his heartbeat against the thunder of her own. Her mind flickers to sweet, stolen moments. A meeting in the libraries, a kiss beside a frozen pond, hands clasping in a restaurant under the table.

There. A tiny, weak flicker. Lyfia glances around, trying to get her bearings, and suddenly knows exactly where the medical wing is.

"Quickly, this way,” she demands, tugging at the other man’s arm. She glances at him, breath catching- a touch harder, less sweet, but the same face. She hadn’t known the brother he spoke of so distantly and yet tenderly was his twin. Lyfia sets it aside, tugging again, insistant. There is suddenly an hourglass in her mind, each grain of sand counting down to the time when Syd will be beyond saving.

"Woman, there is no use. He’s dead.” Syd’s brother states, emotionless, mechanical. She hates him just a little in this moment.

"There is! I felt his heartbeat, you oaf, now move!” Lyfia can hardly believe her own daring. She should behave with due deference around God Warriors, she’s only a ladies’ maid! Surprisingly, he does move at that, and now she’s hard pressed to keep up with him, catching up her skirts and running, losing her slippers somewhere when they simply fall off her feet. Thankfully the medical staff thought to barricade themselves within their domain, so once she convinces them to let them in, they’re safe, and Syd is in the best hands he can be in.

He makes it. No others of the deployed God Warriors do, save Polaris Hilda, who had apparently been possessed by the new ring she hadn’t ever taken off. The Stars of the God Warriors lie devastated, and all of Asgard mourns. Only the Beasts remain. Lyfia is glad, shamefully so, that Fróði is still hale and whole.

She waits, and does her duties. What few moments she can snatch, all of her precious free time, is spent either at his bedside or listening hopefully for news of his recovery. Two days later, she stands by his bed, one small hand tracing his cheek.

“You need to wake up,” she says, soft and shaky, on the verge of tears. “Because I can’t do this without you.” Lyfia bows her head and presses a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He stirs, and kisses back. Her heart soars in jubilation, and she twitches back to watch him. His eyes are barely open, but they’re lucid.

He’ll make it.