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time_fragment_main2018-01-13 08:28 pm
bringstheheat) wrote in time_fragment_main2018-01-13 08:28 pm
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Coming Home - aka Feelings are Stupid
Beginning from here
Nothing makes sense.
Nothing.
Two hours ago everything had been fine. At least what passed as "fine" when you were a Legend. Weird temporal pockets of time and space and the itch in the back of his head where memories of Chronos were buried desperate to figure out what this place was and how long they were stuck there.
Now Leonard is alive, he had somehow managed to spontaneously catch on fire and damage his clothes but not himself.
Confusion and shock are ruthlessly shoved away once the expression on his partner's face registers. At Sara's suggestion he sits, but not on the couch, not on anything that might go up in smoke again. Mick pulls what's left of his jacket on again, doing his best to cover up those scars before reaching out to close a hand around Len's ankle. Nothing confining. Nothing that would jar him. Just a touch. A grounding hand to give him something to focus on again.
"I don't know how it happened. Or why." A puzzled glance in her direction. "I was in Keystone when STAR Labs went up, couldn't be the same thing that made those other metas." And while time travel has it's side effects, he's never heard of anything as radical as this.
Nothing makes sense.
Nothing.
Two hours ago everything had been fine. At least what passed as "fine" when you were a Legend. Weird temporal pockets of time and space and the itch in the back of his head where memories of Chronos were buried desperate to figure out what this place was and how long they were stuck there.
Now Leonard is alive, he had somehow managed to spontaneously catch on fire and damage his clothes but not himself.
Confusion and shock are ruthlessly shoved away once the expression on his partner's face registers. At Sara's suggestion he sits, but not on the couch, not on anything that might go up in smoke again. Mick pulls what's left of his jacket on again, doing his best to cover up those scars before reaching out to close a hand around Len's ankle. Nothing confining. Nothing that would jar him. Just a touch. A grounding hand to give him something to focus on again.
"I don't know how it happened. Or why." A puzzled glance in her direction. "I was in Keystone when STAR Labs went up, couldn't be the same thing that made those other metas." And while time travel has it's side effects, he's never heard of anything as radical as this.