that one time travel psl

[eyediot]

sad bad end s5 jon and tim on a monster road trip



[Algric had given the trio a fair warning of what was happening. Not the specific details of what he was coming from, but he was from a little further along Algric's timeline, and came through Hilltop Road. Never pleasant, but he's here now. IT took a few days of settling, readjusting, and putting some firm self-imposed boundaries on himself before Jon felt comfortable enough to see the others.

After a few minutes of surprise and staring, Jon ends up sitting alone with Tim for a few minutes; the others having some things to take care of themselves. He sits there, fiddling a bit with his fingers, trying not to be self conscious. He can't do anything about the myriad of different, newer scars, nor about his black sclera or so many other things about himself now.

But god... Tim. Alive and not shouting at him right this second. How novel.]

Tim... I.. [Where does he even start.]

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[ Oh? Is that ...

Algric goes to the door, opening it lightly. ]

Jon?

[eyediot]

Oh--

[Caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He looks properly embarrassed to have been caught but really he was just walking by and-]

Sorry. I was just- Y-you're back?

[curriculum_fictae]

Y. Yes. We're - we're back.

[ He debates the wisdom of stepping outside vs. leaving Jonah alone ... and decides to swing the door open further. ]

We. Ran into Peter Lukas.

[eyediot]

[With the door open wider, Jon can see his future self sleeping behind Algric, and in turn keeps his voice down. But that has his nerves on end, hearing it.]

Peter-- Are you all right?

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I'm - I'm fine. Jonah saved me. I ... I nearly forgot everything in there.

[eyediot]

I'm... glad. Th-that you're fine, and he saved you.

['In there'. More than just a run in, were they taken? To that... beach, the place he saw a miniature version of in Martin's flat that one night?]

Can...Is there anything I can do? You both are probably drained...

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[ Algric's eyes slide away to the bed, his voice cracking a little. ]

Jonah's - Jonah's hurt. Badly. I - I don't know what to do. E-except maybe to go and murder Lukas.

[eyediot]

I didn't think he could be hurt.

[God. God, murdering Peter Lukas. What even-]

What happened?

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We ... we were looking at rings. And - I guess he was there? I didn't see him come in, but I never do, so -

[ A deep breath. ]

The next thing I knew, I drowning.

[eyediot]

[Of all the times for him to appear... Ring shopping. And did he know about it? No.]

He took you both to the Lonely.

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[ Algric nods slowly. ]

Yes. It - it was the beach at first, but then it changed. I was in a huge house, and ... and I couldn't even remember my own name.

[eyediot]

...And Jonah saved you.

[Still being outclassed, even in the worst circumstances. He shouldn't care about this, but he can't help it.]

I'm relieved he found you.

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Me - me too. I'm so grateful. I ...

[ He looks back at Jonah's still form in the bed. ]

He's blind again. Gave up - gave up nearly everything to bring me back.

[eyediot]

[His eyes follow Algric's, seeing Jonah deep asleep and twitching here and there. Some restless dream probably.]

...Are here statements here that could help when he wakes up? I could probably go to the Institute and grab some.

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I ... probably? I don't know how many.

[ He rubs at his face. ]

Will you be safe if you do that?

[eyediot]

I could sneak up through the tunnels, I think.

[He's already mentally planning a route from what he does remember of the tunnel layout.]

Wh-what else will you need?

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I ... I don't know. That's probably the most important part. I feel a little weak, but ... I can get my own food.

[ Poor Tobias Fisher. ]

[eyediot]

Oh.

[Oh, Algric has to eat too... he looks down at his own hands. He desperately wants to help, but there's only so much he can do. He does reach one hand out to Algric, not quite touching but clearly wants to.]

I'll. I an work on that tonight, then. Anything to help.

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[ Algric's expression softens; he reaches out to Jon gently, taking his hand. ]

Thank you. Just - be safe, okay?

[eyediot]

I will.

[He squeezes Algric's hand. He glances back at Jonah sleeping.]

I'll do whatever you need.

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...

Could - could you hold me? For a while?

[eyediot]

...Sure. I can do that.

[It's such a small thing. He can do that much.]

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[ Look, it's a lot to Algric. He reaches for Jon more than a little desperately, clinging to him. ]

[eyediot]

[He stifles the surprised sound in his throat; not that he doesn't like being held by Martin or Algric, but the surprise and. Well. Jonah's right there asleep. He wraps a hesitant arm around him before moving to properly hold him.]

I'm... I'm sorry.

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[ He just ... needs to hold Jon close. And he's afraid he'll hurt Jonah if he does the same. ]

It's not your fault. Peter did this.

[ He's going to find Peter Lukas and make him pay. One way or another. ]