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makingthisupasigo2018-04-14 11:02 pm
zunesareawesome) wrote in makingthisupasigo2018-04-14 11:02 pm
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And the stars look very different today...
It was a way out. But it wasn't home.
Truthfully, after Norfinbury, anything would be better than that place, but the cold truth was--there was no way to find his own universe out of the endless multiverse, even if Norfinbury's busted technology had worked properly. He was stuck, here, with a megalomaniac Flynn--granted, a Flynn that managed to open up a portal out of there. Maybe that's what it took to get out of Norfinbury.
Or, Peter thought sometimes on bad days, Norfinbury only released you once you became the twisted version of yourself it wanted you to be. A specially-designed virus inflicted on countless worlds.
Besides, he ought to know something about that.
He didn't stay long on earth, he couldn't. Maybe it had something to do with the mystery of how they were revived in Norfinbury, their bodies recreated or cloned or healed, or maybe it was something that was gonna happen to him anyway, but he could feel the Light burning inside him, inside his head almost as soon as he landed. A desperate need to take to the stars. He'd managed to create a ship and took off.
Time passes, and scientists notice something odd about several exoplanets they're monitoring, especially ones marked as 'earth-like' or other planets in zones that could make them potentially habitable. Bright bursts of light and changes in the composition of the atmosphere or surface, it was inexplicable. Possible evidence of intelligent life? If they didn't know any better, especially with the rocky planets that now somehow boasted extreme changes, it was like something was terraforming them.
There was cause for alarm when Mars suddenly turned blue and green a few months later.
Meanwhile, a small blue-and-orange ship that looked suspiciously like a slightly more organic-looking Milano was racing towards the earth.
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[Playing video games with me?]
You can tell him yourself. And I'll film it for later.
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[He totally practices. You don't become a world-class thief for nothing!
And all the video games, bro.]
But I can't keep doing that for all eternity now, can I? That's gonna get pretty boring without you to rile up.
[And that's really as close to an admission as he can bring himself to get to.]
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Yeah, well--I'm sure you'll find a way to pass the time. And besides, you can rile up my statue at my university and besmirch my good name.
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[There's a small pause and he sobers somewhat.]
I'm-- sorry I lied to you. It was stupid. We should do this together.
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...I mean, what choice did you have, anyway?
...but I wanna do this together. Yeah.
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[He nodes, then studies Jacob some more.]
So you gonna tell me what's going on with you?
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...I don't...think that's a good idea.
[If this goes south, if he's not able to get to Jones--
--he's going to save Jones--
--if he's not able to, he doesn't want to even think about the possibility of him living forever regretting the fact that he couldn't help him.
His voice is very low. Stilted.]
...there's nothin' you could do for it, anyway. So.
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[Isn't that the whole point?]
Besides, now I'm gonna think about it all the time and be worried all the time and I'm gonna pester you about it until you tell me.
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...well, we can't have that.
[A weak smile, though his eyes reveal just a bit more of how terrified, confused, and lost he really was.
He shouldn't tell Jones. He's used to carrying his burdens on his own, it was better this way. Stick to the old ways.
But then again, it was different this time. He had people, people that cared about him and it actually helped, having someone there that did care.]
...I, uh... [He rubs the back of his head.] ...I'm just having a hard time, that's all. He-- [He doesn't even bother saying his name, like it would summon him in his head by accident or something.] He's doing stuff, and I'm...
I'm--I'm afraid, okay? I'm afraid one day I'll wake up and it'll all be him and not me. I won't even know it.
...sometimes I can't tell which parts are me-- [He taps his chest, the words spilling out. Maybe he was going to be lost but Jones would know, he would hold onto this last part of him.] --and which is him. And I don't even...don't even know if anything I'm thinking now is something that I meant to do. Or him. I just...I can't trust anything, and it's exhausting and one of these days I'm going to be too tired to hold it together and then...then I don't know. But it won't be me anymore.
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No.
No, he won't accept that. He feels so helpless and angry at Flynn for doing this to Jake and he needs to do something.]
Well, then I'll remind you.
[His voice is firm, matter of fact.]
I'll just tell you when you're being a jerk. Or worse, a Flynn. You'll just check back with me until you know again.
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[He wants to hope so bad in what he's saying, he should, but the despair's taken root in his heart.]
Even if you say something--anything good, to get me back, it don't take nothin' for him to just...destroy everything. Everyone I ever cared about just...gone.
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[So there! Despair denied.]
And I'll make him not make you hate me. And if he destroys something I'll just rebuild it.
And I'm right here.
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...yeah. Yeah, okay then.
[It's the saddest smile. He doesn't believe any of that will happen, he's afraid he's going to be lost the next time he sees Jones--if he ever even sees Jones again--and by then what if it was too late for him too--]
I know you will.
[It's a lie and he hates himself for saying it and his smile is just so...broken.]
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God, he has never seen Stone so... desolate and it hurts to look at him. Is it too late? Can he still fix him?
Yes, he can. He has to.]
Tell you what, you get me out of here and I'm gonna prove it to you.
If I'm wrong? You can mope all you want. But I'm not wrong. I'm Ezekiel Jones. I mean, it's not your fault that you can't see it right now but I will find a way to make you see my sheer awesomeness again.
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[He says that with a bit more conviction. Even if he can't convince himself, he has to convince Jones.]
Yeah well, when you put it like that...I guess I have no choice, do I?
[His smile's still broken, but there's a spark in his eyes, this time.]
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[He grins because hope you're ready for eternal gloating.]
I can totally take care of your mind, too.
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[He's going to suffer, isn't he?]
...well, I mean, my mind is pretty considerable. I'm not sure if you're up for it.
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[So much suffering.]
I am absolutely up for it. Your mind may be considerable but mine is amazing and amazing totally trumps considerable.
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[Help.]
Oh my God, seriously? My mind is--is extremely complex and full of knowledge and you--
[There's a sigh, and a sad smile.]
...fine. Your amazing mind better do a good job in taking care of my own.
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[He grins but it easily turns into something more real at the sigh.]
You bet it will.
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[That sad smile doesn't falter. Flynn's going to make him forget all this, isn't he? He really doesn't want to forget any of this.]
...thanks. I...uh...I'm counting on you. [A cough, he's trying so hard to keep up the pretense that this going to end horribly.]
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[Why limit yourself to one or the other?]
Have I ever let you down? ... If you don't remember, the answer is "no, Ezekiel, no you haven't because you are brilliant without compare and once this is done I will totally give you my stereo as a token of my gratitude".
[Do not for a second think just because you have this weird memory thing going on you are getting off the teasing hook. He looks at the screen expectantly. Come on, let him hear it.]