A/N: The very talented Nanu107 inspired this one.
As an older fan (I was a teen when the show aired), and a female, I focused on the A/T relationship right from the get-go when I watched the 1983 filmation series. It frustrated me to no end that so many wonderful plot points were left to gather dust. So many ridiculous gloss-overs and lack of appropriate reactions to situations - leaving me, the viewer from the wrong demographic annoyed by the idea that the show could have been much more powerful. Fast forward many years, and I watched Avatar the last Airbender with my tween daughters. This was a show that picked up on threads, carried them through in a satisfactory fashion, so I know a show can have widespread appeal to all ages and have the elements in it to make a good and cohesive story-telling experience.
All said and done, I still love the show and my girls and I do get a kick out of it still. Although sometimes for the wrong reasons.
This particular story touches on the idea that I find it silly that nobody ever noticed that Adam was gone during the night, and surely he was often missing. I felt the same with Buffy - how does a 16 yo sneak out time and again without her mother finally following her in a desperate attempt to figure out what's going wrong with her child.
Grayskull's magic protects his secret. Sure. But the idea that nobody ever worried that there was perhaps something troubling going on and maybe assigning a night time bodyguard to watch the errant heir to the throne seems a bit odd to me.
So I attempt to explore this idea.
Where is he?
The thought ran rampant through Teela's mind as she stood inside Adam's empty room in the dark of night.
Her job was to protect the Crown Prince during the daytime. While many of the royalty chose to have night guards, Randor, Marlena and Adam all found this level of scrutiny overbearing. The palace itself was guarded as were the grounds and it wasn't considered necessary to add further surveillance.
And yet Adam's bed was empty.
Teela knew that underneath his charming ways, Adam took life far more seriously than he let on. She had known him too long to believe that he was off gallivanting with women at all hours of the night. The boy who had been her friend would not have grown into such a casual man. She was sure of that. Completely. Almost.
She felt an overwhelming surge of frustration and anger at her current situation. If she had ignored the odd shock of panic that woke her up with the echo of a cry in her head that danger was at hand and help was needed, she wouldn't be here now staring at her friend's empty bed. Worse, she wouldn't be feeling like she herself was some kind of wierd criminal skulking in the Prince's bedroom late at night. While she had charged in here without any fear of gossiping eyes and ears, she was now afraid to leave the room, dressed in her own night clothes, for fear of what the general populace would say. She had worked hard to earn her rank through ability. But people had attributed her meteoric rise to the top to both her beauty and her close personal relationship to those in charge.
She expelled a hard sigh.
Adam. I swear to you, I'm going to kill you.
Adam was her best friend. He was also her Prince and that made their relationship odd. It was becoming more and more evident to her that they had grown apart and in that time of growing apart she was risking losing the man who had always been a comforting fixture in her life.
The cold hard fact was Captain of the Guard Teela and King Adam could not cavort as they did as children or even now, sometimes, when they felt playful and shoved each other in jest over gentle back and forth mockery.
No. King Adam would have a wife. He would sit on a throne with his Queen and perform his duties with dignity and grace just like his parents did now. He would call her Captain in a detached and formal way, and she would call him 'Sire' or 'Your Majesty'.
His non-presence was just a harbinger of darker and lonelier days to come. The truth was, she had no actual right to demand to know where he'd been. Nonetheless she felt bound by love and duty to raise the alarm and let people know that the Prince was missing. Because what if that was the truth? What if he really was in danger? Hadn't she heard those words in her head as she woke up?
She moved to the door deciding that being caught leaving his room was a far better thing than delaying raising the alarm. She would deal with any and all repercussions to her reputation later.
She felt his arrival before she heard it. A sense he was near, and then a rustling near the window that had been open a mere crack. The windows were designed to be nearly impossible to open from the outside and easy to open from within, but the hands that gripped the window opened it with ease.
She rushed away from the door and crouched behind a chair in the dark room holding her breath and waiting in worried anticipation for the intruder to enter, poised to fly at him and catch whoever it was by unpleasant surprise.
She withheld her sound of shock as she realized the intruder was actually Adam. She had no idea how he had managed to open his window from the outside but now was not the time to question a faulty window. Instead she had bigger problems to deal with. Did she tell the King and Queen that their son went out in the night for reasons unknown to anyone? Was he meeting someone or was it something even more upsetting - was he endangering himself as a sleepwalker? And how exactly would she leave this room undetected now- she would first need to wait for him to fall asleep and then she would have to sneak out without being caught by him or any other observer.
As she pondered these disturbing thoughts, she saw a flash of steel and saw him put what looked like a sword in a secret compartment. That too was strange and she resolved to think on it later. Right at this instant she focused on her immediate goal of not being caught.