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Wildcats: Beginnings by queenitsy (PG-13)
Fandom: HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL
Pairing: Troy/Gabriella, Chad/Taylor
Length: about 47,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
queenitsy or temira (writing journal)
Author Website: Fic Masterlist
Why this must be read:
I really do attempt not to rec the same author twice, but I'm making an exception in this case. For one thing, non-shippy fic doesn't seem to get as wide a readership, and this brilliant superhero AU deserves as much attention as it can get. For another thing, this is genius. This fic covers the neatly interwoven beginnings of a whole cast of superheroes, taking us through Troy's fumblings (and orangeness), Zeke's determination to take up the mantle of a previous superhero, Gabriella's efforts to fit in, the tragedy and hope of Taylor and Chad, and the style and sibling awesomeness of Sharpay and Ryan. It starts out funny and light, which makes the emotional blows, character complexity, and downright excitement even more of a treat as they develop.
This fic is full of little nods to canon and fanon, but it's such a solid world that it would also be a fantastic story for those of you who like to dabble in random fandoms. The main pairings are the canon het pairings, but there's a nice mix of UST (het, slash, femslash) and action/adventure to provide something for everyone. I kind of want a million sequels. Seriously, go read it now!
Okay, so he was a freak. He turned orange if he stayed in the sun too long. He could hoist his truck over his head (he'd done that once and carried it a couple of miles, when it had broken down on a lonely stretch of highway and no one was around to see), and he was pretty sure he was invulnerable. All of which was pretty cool, when he actually stopped to think about it. He just never had really thought about it, because... Well, there were also the nightmares.
He woke up screaming, sometimes, and all he'd remember after were impressions of cages and needles and bright, bright lights. And the one time Troy had really gotten curious and poked around on Google to see if there were any other people like him, he'd turned up some scary stuff. Sure, there were the heroes; back in the 70s and 80s, there had been tons of heroes, and most of them had had abilities, sort of like he did. But there hadn't been many of them in the last 20 years, and everything else he'd found had been creepy. Stories about kids who'd been too strong, or too smart, or had some other weird ability, and who'd disappeared off the face of the earth. Conspiracy theories about what had happened to them, ranging from aliens to creepy renegade scientist, researchers who wanted to cut the kids open, dissect them like aliens. People who found the kids, and took them away, and made sure they were never heard from again.
Troy really did not want to be one of those kids. Given his nightmares, it was all too easy to believe that those particular conspiracy theories were true.
So he'd never thought about his abilities as anything other than freaky, and he'd done everything he could to hide them. Not even his own parents knew -- well, they knew about the orange thing, because the first it had happened, he hadn't know what was going on. His father had laughed and called him a human carrot, his mother had called him an embarrassment to be seen in public with, and eventually he'd lied and said that he'd just used the wrong kind of bronzer. It had faded after a few days, and Troy had been really careful about staying out of the sun since then, since even sunscreen didn't help.
But he'd been a hero. He'd stopped a bad guy and made sure that no one got hurt. That was awesome. And he was pretty sure he could do it again, if he happened to run into another criminal. He could go looking for criminals. He could be a hero.
He could.
Go. Read. Love. Tell the author.
Wildcats: Beginnings
Pairing: Troy/Gabriella, Chad/Taylor
Length: about 47,000 words
Author on LJ:
queenitsy or temira (writing journal)Author Website: Fic Masterlist
Why this must be read:
I really do attempt not to rec the same author twice, but I'm making an exception in this case. For one thing, non-shippy fic doesn't seem to get as wide a readership, and this brilliant superhero AU deserves as much attention as it can get. For another thing, this is genius. This fic covers the neatly interwoven beginnings of a whole cast of superheroes, taking us through Troy's fumblings (and orangeness), Zeke's determination to take up the mantle of a previous superhero, Gabriella's efforts to fit in, the tragedy and hope of Taylor and Chad, and the style and sibling awesomeness of Sharpay and Ryan. It starts out funny and light, which makes the emotional blows, character complexity, and downright excitement even more of a treat as they develop.
This fic is full of little nods to canon and fanon, but it's such a solid world that it would also be a fantastic story for those of you who like to dabble in random fandoms. The main pairings are the canon het pairings, but there's a nice mix of UST (het, slash, femslash) and action/adventure to provide something for everyone. I kind of want a million sequels. Seriously, go read it now!
Okay, so he was a freak. He turned orange if he stayed in the sun too long. He could hoist his truck over his head (he'd done that once and carried it a couple of miles, when it had broken down on a lonely stretch of highway and no one was around to see), and he was pretty sure he was invulnerable. All of which was pretty cool, when he actually stopped to think about it. He just never had really thought about it, because... Well, there were also the nightmares.
He woke up screaming, sometimes, and all he'd remember after were impressions of cages and needles and bright, bright lights. And the one time Troy had really gotten curious and poked around on Google to see if there were any other people like him, he'd turned up some scary stuff. Sure, there were the heroes; back in the 70s and 80s, there had been tons of heroes, and most of them had had abilities, sort of like he did. But there hadn't been many of them in the last 20 years, and everything else he'd found had been creepy. Stories about kids who'd been too strong, or too smart, or had some other weird ability, and who'd disappeared off the face of the earth. Conspiracy theories about what had happened to them, ranging from aliens to creepy renegade scientist, researchers who wanted to cut the kids open, dissect them like aliens. People who found the kids, and took them away, and made sure they were never heard from again.
Troy really did not want to be one of those kids. Given his nightmares, it was all too easy to believe that those particular conspiracy theories were true.
So he'd never thought about his abilities as anything other than freaky, and he'd done everything he could to hide them. Not even his own parents knew -- well, they knew about the orange thing, because the first it had happened, he hadn't know what was going on. His father had laughed and called him a human carrot, his mother had called him an embarrassment to be seen in public with, and eventually he'd lied and said that he'd just used the wrong kind of bronzer. It had faded after a few days, and Troy had been really careful about staying out of the sun since then, since even sunscreen didn't help.
But he'd been a hero. He'd stopped a bad guy and made sure that no one got hurt. That was awesome. And he was pretty sure he could do it again, if he happened to run into another criminal. He could go looking for criminals. He could be a hero.
He could.
Go. Read. Love. Tell the author.
Wildcats: Beginnings