Tuesday: Time Travel
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meteorfire here with the latest theme.
Today it’s all about Time Travel. Did someone fall into the past? Has a dastardly scientist figured out how to travel to the future? What about testing the limits of the Grandfather Paradox?
Here's some quick examples:
And as always, remember to follow the rules:
Have fun, everyone!
tag= Timetravel
meteorfire here with the latest theme.Today it’s all about Time Travel. Did someone fall into the past? Has a dastardly scientist figured out how to travel to the future? What about testing the limits of the Grandfather Paradox?
Here's some quick examples:
- Doctor Who, Doctor, he encounters the last person he would expect to encounter—himself as a child.
- The Walking Dead, any, He (or she) thought this day would never end. And then it started all over again.
- The Walking Dead, Sophia, one minute she’s lost in the woods, and the next she’s miles away and back on the highway watching Atlanta burn
- Merlin BBC, Merlin/Arthur, A spell sends them back into the bodies of their younger selves—and its irreversible. All they can do now is make things better. (Whether or not Arthur knows about Merlin’s magic is optional, but make the older selves from season 4 or hypothetical later seasons)
- Sherlock BBC, John, he seems to be living a real-life version of The Time Traveller’s Wife
And as always, remember to follow the rules:
- Only three prompts from a fandom
- Only five prompts in a row
- If one prompt gets filled you can leave a new one
- No spoilers in your prompts until a week after airdate/publication
- If your fill contains a spoiler please warn accordingly and leave space for the spoiler.
Have fun, everyone!
tag= Timetravel
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Date: 2012-01-25 04:58 am (UTC)"I hate repeats," he says, trying to stop his voice from breaking. He kisses her forehead, and with a few final words, he steps out of existence.
At least, that’s what he’d thought would happen. He's pretty sure that the opposite of existence is more void and oblivion and nothingness and less red grass and orange sky and silver trees. In fact, he's very sure he shouldn't be seeing any of this at all, under any circumstances, and the fact that he is is more than a little worrying.
"So why am I here?" he says, then spins on his heel. There’s no trace of a crack, not anymore. There are, however, two very familiar little boys staring at him.
He grins helplessly. "Hello."
"What are you doing here?" Koschei asks, in an annoyed, imperious voice. "This is my father’s property."
"I’m sorry," the Doctor says. "I never meant to trespass. Truth is, I’m sort of really, extremely lost."
"We should take him back with us," his very, very past self says to Koschei. "Your father will-"
"No, no," the Doctor interjects. "That’s probably not a good idea."
"Why not?" Koschei asks, face screwed up in confusion.
"So many reasons," he says, eyes flitting from Koschei to his younger self. Then, he sighs. "Oh, just look at you two. So young. So much ahead of you."
They both look a little uncomfortable at that, and he clears his throat. "Anyway. I wasn’t lying about being lost. Have you seen any big, glowing cracks in the fabric of space-time lying around? I’m desperately hoping so, because otherwise I might need to steal a TARDIS to get out of here and things could get messy." He frowns. "I probably shouldn’t have told you that."
Both boys’ eyes widen.
"Something like that?" Koschei asks, pointing behind the Doctor.
He glances over his shoulder, and breathes a sigh of relief. "Yes, exactly like that, which means I'd better be off." He hesitates, waffling, then looks at his past self. "There’s so much I want to tell you."
"Like what?" his past self asks, looking up at him.
"Trust me; you'll find out someday." The Doctor ruffles the boy’s hair and turns toward Koschei. "And as for you, I just want to say... goodbye. And I'm sorry."
He turns and heads quickly toward the light, ignoring the questions behind him. Stepping through, he finds himself back in the TARDIS. "Thank you, Amelia Pond," he breathes. He runs off to find his tuxedo, and tries to put the unexpected homecoming far out of his mind.
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Date: 2012-01-24 08:46 am (UTC)First attempt
Date: 2012-01-24 08:53 pm (UTC)That would be fine, thinks Dr. Rodney McKay, if we were going through a Gate. I really don't want to know why this is happening after Sheppard touched that Ancient prism.
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"Naw, it'll be fine!" Sheppard had grinned, and just reached right on in to the sarcophagus they had encountered as they explored yet another of the closed-off store-rooms in the outlying areas of Atlantis. Their attention had been drawn by the faint glow emanating from a slight crack in the lid of the massive metal sarcophagus. Removal of the lid had revealed a shining multi-faceted gem, the size of a cantaloupe, but with its prisms angled in such a way as to confuse the eye and distort perceptions of its true shape.
"No, now, I really don't think you should touch that --" Rodney had begun, but Sheppard had drowned him out.
"Come on, McKay - let's take this back and you can have a proper look at it. I wanna get back soon anyway - part two of the Lone Ranger marathon is on in the rec room after lunch -" and here he leaned in and deftly snagged the large gem. "Heh, nice hey?" He held it up to the dim overhead light. There was no doubt about it: the gem was the source of the glow which had drawn them into the room.
The object otherwise remained inert, and Rodney released the breath he didn't realise he'd been holding. "Yes, well, I suppose it is time to get going," he agreed.
"Atta boy-" Sheppard grinned, and then clapped him on the shoulder with his left hand, the shining gem still held up in his right. "Hi Ho Silver, awa--"
-- THE END (...or is it?)
Hey, this is my first attempt at comment fic - apologies in advance, I've only watched a couple of episodes of Atlantis but Rodney is my favourite character. I had originally planned for it to be a play on Rodney's full name vs. John Wayne's real name (Meredith vs. Marion) but I liked the Hi Ho Silver end a bit better. Any comments/criticism very welcome.
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Patrick's in a facility for the criminally insane. He's finally killed Red John. He thinks he can be happy here, or at least content. But Lisbon would much rather he were on the outside, and these days he likes to give Lisbon as much as he can. So he's speaking to one of his many doctors, trying to prove to her that he's no longer a threat to society.
"If you could change one moment in your life, which one would you choose?" she asks him.
Patrick thinks it's a strange question. She could only be expecting one answer. She is expecting it, he can tell.
Instead, he is transported back to the 1980s. He's a teenager. There's a girl. One day she'll become his wife. But now he's just a boy living under his father's thumb.
The moment that Patrick wishes he could take back is upon him. He doesn't wish that he'd never met his wife-to-be. He doesn't wish that he'd never become a psychic.
He wishes he'd never let his father bully him into something he didn't want to do. He wishes he'd never let his father show him how easily morals could be compromised. He wishes he'd never begun to think people were just things to be played with.
Patrick wishes he'd never scammed a dying girl and her grandmother.
But he doesn't say that to this woman he doesn't trust. Instead he says, "It's obvious, isn't it? I wish I'd never taunted Red John on television."
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