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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[eyediot]

[Jon's expression matches the same level of distress as Algric's noise.]

I-i guess not! We should- Inside. Let's go?

[Boy he's nervous, even as he opens the door for Algric.]

[curriculum_fictae]

R-right, right, okay —

[ He heads in nervously. The nurse on duty recognises him instantly, with a look of pity on her face. Is he sure he wants to see her today?

Algric nods helplessly, yes. He’s going to see her. And the nurse has both of them sign in before taking them further into the quiet facility. ]

[eyediot]

[Jon signs the visitation form, walks with Algric. Moves his hand to rub his back, where that burn scar is from the stove and that argument.]

I, um. I've never. Really visited places like this. Nervous too.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric stiffens a bit as Jon touches that spot specifically, but the comfort Jon gives him bleeds through. He’s - he’s going to be fine. She can’t hurt him. She’s dead in his time, this is just ... for himself. Right? ]

Ah. Well. They’re all depressing. Previous homes were even worse.

[ They pass rooms that mostly resemble very small flats outfitted with medical devices. The first set are nearly cheerful, showing an active senior community. But Algric leads them into a different wing, which are basically just hospital rooms. ]

[eyediot]

[Jon doesn't comment on the change in atmosphere. Taking it in. The loneliness, the fear of what's coming. Of the sickness and loss this place truly holds. He doesn't realize his eyes have the faint sheen of green over them as he unconsciously drinks it in.]

Mm. I'll take your word for it. My grandmother, she, wasn't... Open the idea of a place like this. Wanted to pass away in her own home.

[curriculum_fictae]

That’s - that’s good. I’m glad she had that option. I hate having put Mum here, but ...

[ Oh yes. This place is a feast of misery under the surface. The Lonely, the Corruption, the End, the Spiral. If Jon cares to wander off, he might get very lost indeed.

But Algric’s step is unerring, and he eventually leads Jon to a small room near the back. It’s built for two people, but currently there’s only one bed curtained off. Algric freezes, staring into the room like he’s seen a ghost. ]

[eyediot]

[Once they're stopped just at the precipice, Jon looks at the curtain. Then up at Algric, worried. He squeezes his hand once and nods at him reassuring. Whispers:] It's all right. I'm not leaving.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He clings hard to Jon, grateful for that. ]

Right. Right. I - I’m glad, I just...

[eyediot]

It's still hard.

[He gets it, to an extent. He looks back at the curtain. He doesn't want to be the one to pull it for him. Algric deserves that chance. But he does gently tug him a little closer; if Algric doesn't do this now, he likely never will. And then have regret for the rest of his life, however long that ends up being.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Right. Right. He has to do this. He has to do this. He has to ...

Algric slowly tugs the curtain back, revealing his mother. She’s an old woman made older by the web of IVs and medical equipment holding her down, by the lines in her face and the thin clumps of hair still holding onto her scalp. There’s barely any resemblance between her and Algric - he’s the spitting image of his father, after all - save for the faded roan colour in her hair.

The rustle of the curtain being drawn back wakes her; she opens her eyes and focuses on the two men in front of her. Jon gets only a glance, of course. Instead, her dull grey eyes focus on Algric with a fierce hatred. ]

“Where’s the nurse? Who let you in here?”

[ Algric just. Sort of goes limp as tears prick at his eyes. ]

Hullo again, Mum.

[eyediot]

[Jon only stays about half a step back, wanting to let Algric have at least a moment with her to say hello.

But that greeting...

He steps up to stand next to Algric proper. Doesn't interrupt, but something about that has him on edge. But it's the immediate change in Algric's posture that gets him. Looking up at him and seeing what he's on the edge of.

He can almost hear his own frustrated, clipped words right back at him from a year or so ago. Christ.

He steps a little closer, leaning forward a little in an almost-bow and a facsimile of a smile.]

My apologies, Ms. Blackwood. I wanted to meet you.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric stiffens in what would have been a warning if there’d been any time. But his mother is hostile the instant Jon draws attention to himself, especially that last part. ]

“Gorecki. I don’t use his last name.”

[eyediot]

[Hm.]

Sincerest apologies, Ms. Gorecki. I wasn't aware.

[He takes one big inhale and looks back at Algric. He's happy to take the heat if it means it's easier, but...

He's bungling this already, isn't he.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Sure are, Jon. Algric appreciates it, though, truly, and he keeps clinging to Jon’s hand. ]

Mum, I. I came because - because I want to introduce you to Jon. He’s - ah -

[ It’s complicated, and while he’s struggling for words, his mother sits up in the bed. She can’t go far with all the tubes holding her down, but she doesn’t need to, does she? ]

“What, couldn’t get a woman who could stand you for more than two second?”

[eyediot]

[Even Jon felt a personal sting at that one. She knows the buttons to push, doesn't she?

He looks like his father, and she'll never forgive it.

He squeezes Algric's hand, fighting down his own anger. This isn't about him. But his eyes shift from her back up to Algric sidelong.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric just squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, taking in a deep breath. Holding it. Letting it out. None of this is new, of course. She’s needled him about every aspect of his life; this is just one more layer of terrible.

When he opens his eyes again, he just looks tired. ]

He’s - he’s my boyfriend, Mum. And I’m very, very glad to have him in my life.

[ Her gaze is cold, curling into frigid hate as she looks up at Algric’s face. ]

“What’d you come here for then? I told you not to.”

[ Another deep, bracing breath. ]

I - I wanted to talk. All right? That’s all.

[ His mother looks him over again... and shuts the curtain in his face. ]

[eyediot]

[Jon blinks as the curtain is 'slammed'. Then looks up at Algric questioning.]

That's.... That went well.

[It's not over though. Algric didn't push himself to come here just to be insulted and leave. He lifts Algric's hand to kiss his knuckles, holds up a finger like 'one second', then carefully pulls the curtain back just enough to step through.]

Ms. Gorecki. It really would mean quite a lot of you would please sit and listen to your son until he's finished. And actually talk with him. ... Please. [His voice is strained with trying to keep it level; his own anger doesn't have a place here, no matter how that dig at Algric had himself as collateral damage on the side into a deeply personal fear he has for himself.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric whips his head around at that, deeply alarmed at the compulsion he can hear Jon speaking. But -

But the curtain stops closing, leaving a sliver of open air for his mother to stare at them through. She’s pressed back into her bed, frozen in place. Staring at Jon with fresh fear in her eyes.

Algric slowly lowers himself into the chair next to the bed. He wishes it didn’t have to be like this, but ... ]

Just - just for a few minutes. All right? Please, Mum.

[ She struggles dimly, before subsiding at last. Turning her head away from him. ]

“Fine. Talk, then.”

[eyediot]

[When he sees the fear, he realizes what he did. And it's nice isn't it? Being able to ask someone to do something, and knowing they have no way to disagree? That fear in her eyes is delectable. And horrifying.

Jon swallows thickly once she agrees to let him talk, stepping back and. Almost more behind Algric. But his hand squeezes Algric's shoulder gently, hoping to shift some confidence into him. But a faint whisper, breathless:] Sorry.

[curriculum_fictae]

It’s - it’s all right, Jon.

[ He glances back up at his boyfriend. ]

Why don’t you take a walk?

[eyediot]

[Jon's eyes shoot down at him, surprisingly hurt by that. Jon promised he wouldn't leave him alone.

Of course he wouldn't want Jon here, not after he just did that. His lips press tightly into a thin line and he nods once. Fine. He blinks at the wetness prickling at the corners of his eyes and lets go of his shoulder to. Do just that. Go for a walk. In a care facility he isn't familiar with.

He makes sure to close the door behind him.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Sorry, Jon. He’s trying to spare you, given how hurt you were by that exchange. He would reach out to soothe Jon, to tell him that he hasn’t done anything wrong, exactly, but -

But he has his own miseries distracting him now. He turns back to his mother, and they have a truly awful conversation. Jon can force her to listen, and he can force her to talk. But he can’t force her to be civil to Algric, not even for a moment. He tries so hard to get through to her. He knows why she hates him. He inches as close to forgiving her as he can, but even then she doesn’t budge.

She throws his words back at him, accuses him of coming here to torment her. And who’s that thing that came along? Worse than a boyfriend, is that a hallucination? Are they both seeing it? Clearly, it must be the case, she sees all kinds of things, and Algric must have inherited it from her.

There is no peace to be found here. He realises that perhaps halfway through the conversation; the second half is him feebly trying every possible avenue and being shut down just as methodically. He even tries to tell her that she’ll be dead in a few years, that he truly wants to at least end on a good note?

No. She’ll look forward to it if it means she’ll never see him again.

(Meanwhile, this place is just full of treats, isn’t it Jon? Any room he goes to will have something delicious and filling. He just has to select a flavour.) ]

[eyediot]

[Jon, for his part, stands just outside the door once it clicks closed (and a click of another kind happens two doors down, in an empty room with an empty bed, sheets cold as it was just cleared out yesterday of its occupant). He takes a shuddering breath and tries to blink away those few little tears.

His first time meeting parents and he-- God, he whiffed it, didn't he? Even when he leans back against the wall by the door, taking his glasses off to wipe at his eyes, he can feel it, the tugging of different phobias. Algric's mum had been a taste-tester, and Jon realizes he's hungrier than he knew. Three rooms to the right, an elderly man is afraid of dying alone. His son is out of town, so sure that his father will still be there when he gets back from playing at a gig, and his ex-daughter-in-law is tired from a long day of work. Has no idea that the old man is breathing the last synthetic breaths he'll manage to take. Or that across the hall, the woman, Mrs. Lambet, feels so smothered by her family. The final stages ready to claim her and all her children and grandchildren and nieces and nephews keep coming around and mourning and reminding her that she's going to die and there isn't a moment's peace to process it herse-

Jon presses the palms of his hands into his eyes, shoving his glasses up into his hair. Presses hard enough to see stars behind his eyelids and hopefully ignore it all, block it all out. After a few more minutes, he's crouched down just outside Algric's mum's door, covering his face trying to breathe.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Poor, poor Jon. This was a train wreck from start to finish, wasn’t it?

Inside, Algric’s voice rises, cracks. Somewhere between miserable and angry as he tries to reason with his mother. Whatever she says in return doesn’t come through clearly, but Algric’s silence is indication enough. Seconds later, the quiet sounds of weeping bleed through the door. ]

[eyediot]

[The sound of weeping cuts through everything clouding his head. Jon looks at the door, carefully fitting his glasses back on and debates. Algric told him to take a walk. He clearly didn't want Jon in there with him.

But.

But.

Honor his wishes? Or go with his gut instinct?

He shakily gets back to his feet and. Hovers at the door. It takes another minute of listening before his heart cracks open and he peeks in worriedly, as quiet as he can.]