GriffyJack Fan Fiction

It’s time for some more Renegade City Fan Fiction!

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 This time, Emma Pursell, a performer playing multiple roles including Morgan and Outspoken Citizen digs into some GriffyJack fiction. Because, as the play says, when it comes to shipping, we shouldn’t be afraid to take off our hetero-normativity goggles. “Why can’t we apply the same standards to two male characters, or two female characters, as we would a man and a woman?”








Thee cybots shot down the zombies with ease, the sound leaving a loud ringing in Griffin’s ears. He was used to it at this point, so as he crouched behind a tree outside the small clearing the cybots were located in, he barely flinched.

“Griffin,” he heard a whisper from behind him. He only needed to turn his head slightly to see Jackson in his peripheral vision. “How many?”

Griffin sighed lightly, “Six.”


Jackson crept a little closer, placing his hand on the damp bark of the tree above Griffin. “They only send that many if they’re looking for more slaves. They wouldn’t need that many if they-”

“If they just wanted to kill,” Griffin interjected, looking up at his boyfriend.


There was a pause, both of them observing silently, watching every move they made for the slightest indication that the cybots would head their way.

“Is anyone else going to meet us here?” Griffin asked, his gaze never leaving the cybot that seemed to be in charge.

Jackson shook his head, looking around to ensure that they had identified of all the cybots in the area.

“Then we should head back before we try to take them out,” Griffin turned his dark brown eyes to Jackson without moving his head. “Get some reinforcements before we try to act on this.”

Jackson nodded as he silently stood up, deciding he and Griffin had a great enough distance from the cybots that they wouldn’t notice them so long as they were quiet enough.

“Well, come on,” Jackson began walking away, “If we want to get-”

“Jackson look,” Griffin stood up without leaving his place next to the tree.

When he turned around, he found 15 or 20 of the Ristos knelt down in a straight line, side to side. “We can’t just leave them,” Griffin insisted.

“Griffin, we have to. You have, what, two gizmapods? I have three, but that’s not enough to take out six friggin’ cybots,” Jackson grabbed Griffins wrist, lightly pulling him away.

“So, what, we just let them get taken to the Facility?” Griffin raised his voice slightly, yanking his hand away and stepping back as though he had every intention of charging the cybots.

“Yes,” Jackson snapped in a whisper, “so let’s go.”

Griffin sighed as he looked back once more, then, clenching his jaw, turned to face Jackson again. “Fine.”

“Citizens,” they heard the cybots robotic voice from the clearing, then, knowing that they had been spotted, broke into an all out sprint in the opposite direction. The further they ran from the clearing, the denser the forest became, the harder it was for the both of them to make sure they were still together. The gap between them gradually increased in size, and though they were still in sight of each other, the low hanging branches often crowded their view.

When Jackson looked back, the cybots were still in pursuit of him, and when he looked to his right, Griffin was nowhere to be found. He skidded to a stop, grabbing a tree to help with his deceleration. He turned back once more, finding only one of the cybots after him, while the two that were following began to return to the clearing with Griffin in their hands.

Jackson muttered a curse as he took out one of his gizmapods, checking to see that it was fully charged, then tossed it in the air. It quickly magnetized to the metal of the cybots chest. The cybot smacked it, trying to detach the weapon from itself, and just as Jackson ducked back behind the tree, it exploded. The debris and bits of cybot were projected about ten feet in every direction, some of them being jammed into the tree behind Jackson.

When he stood up once more, he found the clearing empty. He muttered yet another curse, running his fingers through his hair like he always did when he was nervous. He composed himself and began to head back to the city.

“Mr. Mayor,” he called, slinging open his door without any desire for professionalism.

Quackenboss sighed. “Yes, Mr. Wolfe?”

“You’re gonna give me a rescue party, and you’re gonna give it to me today. Within the next hour would be much appreciated,” Jackson smiled as he slouched down in one of the chairs in front of the mayor’s desk.

“And why would I do that?”

“Because the cybots are taking Griffin to the Facility as we speak.”

Quakenboss clenched his fists. He’d never been particularly fond of Jackson, but he may have given him the rescue party if it meant getting back Griffin.

“Who else was taken?” He asked, leaning forward as he laced his fingers together.

“10 or 20 Ristos.”

The mayor exhaled sharply. “You want a rescue party to help the Ristos?”

“And Griffin.”

The mayor gave another sad sigh, “I’m sorry Jackson. I care about Griffin as much as you do-”

“-I doubt that,” Jackson mumbled.

“-but I can’t risk an entire crew just to bring back one person.”

Jackson stood up, his sarcastic demeanor flying out the window as he grimaced down as the mayor. He planted his hands on his desk as he said, “Griffin has always been loyal to you. You know he would do the same if you were in the Facility, so why won’t you help me?”

He thought he’d convinced the mayor. Quackenboss leaned back as though he was considering it, a far off look as though he was already putting together a team in his head, but he shook his head and looked back to Jackson. “I’m sorry.”

Had Griffin been there, Jackson probably wouldn’t have slapped the mayor’s mug off his desk and onto the floor. Griffin had a way of bringing Jackson back when he got carried away, but Griffin had been carried away to the Facility, so it was only after Jackson acted out that he realized what he was doing.

“Please leave my office now,” The mayor said flatly as he stared at the shards of class scattered across his floor. Jackson slammed the door on his way out.

I’ll do it myself, he thought bitterly to himself as he opened one of the hatches that served as exits from the city. He knew how reckless this was. Entering the Facility was dangerous enough with a team of trained professionals to help him, but going at it alone would be nearly impossible. Of course, that had never stopped him before.

The Facility was about a three day walk, which was good when it came to the citizens defending themselves against the cybots. This was not a good thing for Jackson, however, who was in a hurry to find Griffin. When he finally made it there, his legs had an immense aching in them, and blisters plagued the bottom of his feet. His utility belt was loosely slouched around his hips, so he tightened it as he grabbed a gizmapod.

The Facility had a fairly simply layout. On the south wall, a large set of double doors served as the main entrance, and they were luckily only guarded by two cybots. On the north side, there were two back exits, and between them stood one cybot that acted as security, seeing to it that no one got in or out. Once Jackson killed that cybot, he would have around two minutes before another came out to replace it. Depending on where Griffin was, that should give him just enough time to rescue him.

Jackson attached a silencer to the gizmapod. It would still be relatively loud, but not loud enough to distract the cybots from the prisoners.

“Hey!” Jackson called, trying to lure it as far from the Facility as he could before he killed it. The cybot turned it’s head and began marching towards Jackson. He smirked as he hurled the gizmapod towards the cybot, and soon after there were bits and pieces of the robot flying through the air.

He ran up to one of the doors and threw himself into it, an attempt to get it to fly open. After three more tries, it finally gave in, and he was staring at hundreds upon hundreds of prisoners. The youngest ones- not by their age, but by how long they had been kept there- were the ones closest to the door. He scanned the area for Griffin, and a few rows in he saw him. He began maneuvering through the slaves, ignoring each of them, even the ones who begged him to help them.

The cybots noticed the open back door, which Jackson realized he stupidly forgot to shut, but since he was crouched low enough, they didn’t notice him for about another minute.

“Griffin,” he whispered, and Griffin turned his head slightly, doing a double take once he saw Jackson. “Are you okay?”

“You need to leave,” Griffin said, not ceasing to do whatever labor the cybots had assigned him. “Jackson, get out of here, they’ll-”

“Shut up,” Jackson ignored everything Griffin was saying as he pulled out his gun. “And cover your ears.”

“Jackson, don’t-”

Jackson fired the gun directly into the lock of the chains that bound his feet together, keeping him from going anywhere. At this point, the cybots realized who it was that had broken in and where they were. Griffin recognized that and grabbed the neckline of Jackson’s shirt, bolting toward the exit. He’d barely walked in three days, having been chained up, so his legs were a little wobbly and off balance, but after a few moments he speed up, having recovered his strength.

The cybots were firing at them, but ended up shooting prisoners around them instead. Griffin almost stopped a few times while Jackson pushed him forward, completely indifferent.

Once they left the Facility and ran for about ten more minutes, it became apparent that the cybots were not that worried about one escaped prisoner.

“Okay, okay Griffin, wait,” Jackson said, panting as he slowed to a stop. “Come here. Are you okay?”

Griffin was out of breath as well, but he answered, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

Jackson was checking Griffin all over looking for bullet wounds or anything else he may have accumulated while he was in that Facility. Once he realized that Griffin was physically unharmed, he embraced him in a tight hug.

“Jackson, I promise you I’m fine,” Griffin whispered, hugging him back. “I’m okay.”

Jackson pulled away and kissed Griffin hard on the lips, then pushed him away saying, “Next time, try not to be such an idiot. You know I walked three days to get here?”

Griffin smiled. “You were worried about me.”

Jackson rolled his eyes, playfully shoving Griffin to the right as he continued walking back toward the city.


“Is that why you walked for three days?” Griffin chuckled at Jackson as he started following him.

“Shut up.”

Three days later, they were back at the city, as though neither of them had ever been gone.


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