makingthisupasigo | 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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"No, wait!"

Ezekiel jumps back and manages to evade the first strike but he stumbles and almost falls, exhausted from the earlier ordeal.

"M-maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I have to learn. Either way, I can't work on the problem if you do that!"

"You ARE wrong!"

But he does have a point. Peter's torn between his rage and the need for help, and in a fit of indescision, he sends the tendril to attempt to throw Ezekiel into the wall. He can't let him get away with talking to him like that.

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His feet are swept away from the floor once again and he goes flying backwards until he connects painfully with the wall behind him.

Again, his bravado goes out of him, anger battling with fear and the rebellious streak clashing with his lifelong self-preservation. Ezekiel finds himself torn between the need to yell at Peter some more (a lot more) and the urge not to be stupid because right now? This is a fight he cannot win.

And it's a very painful fight.

"Okay!" He hold out his hand, the other clutching his shoulder. "P-point taken, I'm sorry!"

Peter stands there, breathing heavily, eyes wide and flickering with the light. He clenches and unclenches his fists, clearly deciding.

"You ever gonna talk to me like that again? Bro?"

God, he hates this guy so much. Hates him, hates him, ever since he and Jake came across that first planet, having to watch helplessly as it got devoured. Hates him for making him watch the Expansion, hates how he calls Ezekiel 'bro', hated pretending to be his friend. Maybe Flynn's thoughts were more complex on the matter but Ezekiel feels almost nauseous by how much he despises Peter inside out.

"No." The word feels bitter on his tongue and Ezekiel looks away. "I won't."

You sure bet he's gonna think it, though.

And the stars look very different today...

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