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ffutures: Four degrees of separation from Kosh (Babylon 5) to the Kraken (Pirates of the Caribbean). Err, spoilers for anything Vorlon-related on B5 and for PotC: At World's End.
Order and Evolution
I.
When the Vorlons decided to interfere in the evolution of the younger races, they naturally started, on each planet, with the species that already harboured the most intelligence. On Earth, these were the whales. At first, the whale project went very well indeed; they proved themselves to be orderly creatures who lived in harmony with their environment and did not react hostile when some of them developed telepathy, oh no, being able to read each other’s thoughts made their underwater dances only more beautiful.
But as time passed, it was undeniable that the whales stagnated. One of the more adventurous Vorlons suggested that maybe, just maybe, the Shadows had a point about aggression being useful for evolution, and at any rate would not hesitate to have this planet invaded by the aggressive species they bred, so the Vorlons should show some flexibility. Though there was much debate about this, he was finally told to go ahead. So naturally, he picked another underwater species for the whales to compete with, only this time one that had already shown its natural outreaching tendency.
The fact they actually resembled the Vorlons in form was just an additional bonus.
II.
The Vorlons did not care to be reminded of failures. When the Kraken experiment failed as well and they turned to the creatures on land as a last resort, they never looked at another whale or kraken again. Time would deal with both failed species, they concluded, time and the third, newly promoted species, as it did on planets everywhere. (Just recently, something similar had happened on a planet not yet called Centauri Prime, and the Vorlons were confident that eventually, order would be restored, no matter how much the Xorn and the younger, newly intelligent species were struggling.)
The Vorlon who had pushed for the Kraken was most embarrassed of all and did not return to the planet in question for several millennia, until enough time had passed to ensure the results of his ill-fated experiment had vanished. But there was something in him that felt oddly guilty and responsible, and when it came to choosing a name for himself because the lesser species needed names in order to communicate with the Vorlons, he chose the word that had been the first pronounced in the newly intelligent mind of a Kraken. “Kosh”.
It meant “what is this?” but none of the other Vorlons would ever now, because the language of the Kraken had been lost, and gladly so.
III.
It came as a shock to learn that one of the Kraken was still alive and wreaking havoc. Havoc, no less, that threatened to imperil the successful experiment of the planet, the humans. And the Vorlons needed the humans; now it would be only a very few centuries until they were ready to be used in the next great war with the Shadows. In fact, one of them had already proved their worth by travelling back in time from a future place and joining the Vorlons’ current favourite race, the Minbari, in the last war against the Shadows, thus creating a time loop that had to be honoured. No, the humans had to survive.
Kosh picked one of the most order-loving of them, who had some measure of authority in the planetary region where the last of the Kraken still roamed. It was not easy to persuade Cutler Beckett he needed to get rid of the Kraken. After all, the Kraken was Davy Jones’ favourite weapon, and Davy Jones was Beckett’s. But Beckett’s genes were conditioned along with the rest of the humans, and when he saw an angel telling him he was God’s chosen and that the orderly ruling of the sea meant that one had to rid oneself of old weapon sometimes, he obeyed.
That, and he thought it would hurt Davy Jones. He felt utter delight at the thought of causing Jones pain, and when this impulse was reflected back on Kosh, the Vorlon recoiled. It was something only a Shadow creature should feel, surely.
They could not have become that much like the enemy, surely?
IV.
Kosh hovered over the body on the beach, and because he was not wearing a protective suit, the smell of decomposition assaulted him like a giant wave. He did not retreat, though it made him faintly sick.
Looking at the dead Kraken, he realized this was truly one of the first, the ones he had personally modified when they were nothing but small helpless creatures full of promise. It had survived through the millennia, and its last conscious thought, very much as its first, had been Kosh’s name.
For the first time, he felt old. There were some of the youngest species fast approaching, he could feel it, and he did not want to dazzle them into forgetting. He did not want to encounter them at all right now. But he would do better by them, he resolved; he would not leave them to themselves. They would not end up like the Kraken.
In a language that no one remembered but himself, and no creature on earth would be able to pronounce because it was meant to be spoken under water, he murmured “farewell” and rose to the sky.
Forfuturesoon: Five degrees of separation from Peter Petrelli (Heroes) to Martha Jones (Doctor Who), co-starring Donna Noble and Nathan Petrelli. Spoilers for the second season of Heroes and the third/twenty-ninth season of DW.
Once Upon A Time
I.
“If you moon over that wedding photo of yours one more time, I’ll slap you silly, see if I don’t!” the red-haired woman sitting next to Peter said sharply. Which was somewhat unfair. He had only pulled out the photo five minutes ago, after Caitlin had fallen asleep. And maybe looked at it once or twice. Or three times. But if you had lost all your memories, were pretty sure that you must have been Darth Vader in your past life and all you had to go on were a ticket to Montreal and a photo of you and another guy in tuxes, well. You had to wonder. Still, he would spend several hours more sitting between Caitlin and the redhead who had just objected, and it would be pointless to start an argument that would only wake up his girlfriend. “Sorry,” he said and put the photo away again.
“No, I am,” the woman said unexpectedly. “It’s just, that, well, I have wedding issues. And I bet your guy didn’t try to feed you to spiders, said you were too dumb to get the big picture or was into ruling the world or something like that, so stop brooding and cheer up.”
II.
After the Toclafane attacked, Hiro was the only one who could keep up contact between all of them. Peter had a reasonable grip on most of the other powers he had absorbed, but he still couldn’t manage teleportation and time-travel without messing it up, and the time for training had passed. He and Nathan could fly, though, which was useful both for confusing the Toclafane, transporting food and medication and organizing the resistance. Nathan said the only reason he participated was because Peter was sure to get himself killed in a monumentally stupid grand gesture otherwise, and Peter pointing out that he was the one who actually couldn’t get killed didn’t make an impression.
During the first two months, they had hope. More than that, they really did work together, all of them. Not that Bennet would ever be a big fan of Bob Bishop’s, and Monica was pretty open about regarding Elle as nuts, but that was all secondary when it came to the terror from the sky. Even Adam was less than enamored by the way the Master had started his regime by killing one tenth of the world’s population, though Nathan said this was just a matter of ego; the Master had made it clear he regarded the lot of them as apes, and that meant no God status for Adam in the newly reduced population, either. Still, Adam, too, fought against the Master. He worked with Hiro because Hiro didn’t trust him out of his sight, at least that was what Hiro said. Peter, who didn’t trust Adam that much, either, but remembered all too well the months he had spend in Adam’s company, figured there might be other reasons, too, but those were none of his business. In any case, they managed to land some effective blows against the Master’s regime and help people, all of them.
Then the reprisals started.
III.
Nathan was the first to hear of the legendary Martha Jones, the only one who made it out of Japan alive, the one who wandered the earth without any superpowers, the one who would one day kill the Master. He heard it from the woman who told him his sons and Heidi were both dead, so he was less than receptive, but he remembered later. At this point, the only people with superpowers still alive were the regenerators, the ones who could fly and Hiro with his teleport. Hiro’s friend Ando and his sister Kimiko had burned with the rest of Japan in response to the destruction of the largest missile-building facility on the planet; the Bennets and the Bishops had died even earlier than that, during a mission with Niki’s son Micah who was supposed to reprogram the Toclafane and realized too late that despite their appearance, they weren’t machines. There was no resistance anymore; except for the rumours about Martha Jones.
Nathan dismissed them as the kind of fairy tale that would creep up in hopeless situations. If there was a woman who could kill the Master, she would have done so already. What could she be waiting for, another million to die? Still, when he returned to Claire and Peter, he told them the story, and watched for the spark of hope returning to their eyes. Of all the lies he had told, this was one of the best, and they were the only ones he would still bother to lie for.
His sons were dead; he would never have anyone else to tell fairy tales to.
IV.
It was teleport, or nothing. Peter didn’t have time to think about it, to be afraid of where he could end up. He just knew they were surrounded by Toclafane, everywhere, the air was thick with them and didn’t offer any refuge, and in a few seconds they would start to shoot and Nathan would die. So he grabbed him, thought of Hiro and felt that odd sense of push and pull at the same time.
When his sight cleared, they were standing in some odd room with coppery looking walls and a pulsating thing in the middle. A couple regarded them in disbelief; a man in a striped suit, and a redheaded woman who looked very vaguely familiar. “What?” said the man. “There you go, kidnapping people again. Don’t tell me they have that huon thing inside them, too,” snapped the woman. At the sound of her voice, the sense of vague familiarity strengthened, but there were more important things to check on first.
“Are you okay, Nathan?” Peter asked, steadying his brother who hadn’t experienced this kind of dislocation before and held on to Peter’s shoulders.
“Oh my god,” the redhead said. “It’s the guy with the wedding photo. Honestly, you two looked better in tuxes.” By now, the man next to her had pulled out some device he waved at them. “They’re from another timeline,” he said, surprised, then added “no, actually, they’re from… ah,” he ended, suddenly looking very guilty indeed.
After various convoluted explanations, Peter and Nathan were told they had to return to the hell they had come from but promised it wouldn’t last much longer before that entire year would be reversed, Earth saved and the Master defeated. “And that’s all I can tell you,” the man with the spectacles said. “But you need to go back. You’re creating a paradox if you stay here and we really, really don’t need anymore of those.”
Nathan looked at Peter, and Peter could read his thoughts. Nathan thought they were sent back to die. Peter tried to read the thoughts of the guy in the pin-striped suit, but ran against a perfect block. He tried the redhead next, and got some interesting things from her; she thought the man next to her was somewhat insane, but usually reliable in the world saving department, and also that he had lousy taste in evil ex boyfriends and girlfriends and should eat more. But she didn’t know whether he was sending them back to their deaths. She thought he was capable of it.
“One question,” Nathan said. “If we don’t go back, does that mean the last year won’t be reversed, and everyone who died so far stays dead?”
The man with the spectacles and the wild hair nodded, and there was something very old and distant in his expression, something that made even Adam seem young and human. Then he looked directly at Peter, and the block shielding his mind went away.
After, Peter tried to find words to tell Nathan, but Nathan just shook his head. They didn’t need telepathy for this kind of thing; they never had.
“Let’s go, Pete,” Nathan said.
V.
Martha and Tom Milligan were on their way to London when a young man materialized in front of them. He looked like everyone else did these days, haggard and worn, and the only unusual thing about him was the way of his appearance. Humans did not pop up out of thin air, except for a Japanese man whom nobody had seen or heard of in a good while, and this young man wasn’t Japanese. If anything, he looked Italian.
“Are you Martha Jones?” he asked, and she nodded, wondering whether the Master had come up with something new, a holoprojection perhaps or an android. Behind her, Tom got his weapon ready.
“I’m Peter Petrelli,” he said, “and I have a message for you. From the future.”
She waited, still on the alert for a surprise attack. It had been a year now, and she had seen so much death around her that she had lost the ability to count the lives perished. She had been a doctor, once, or almost, and had wanted to save people. If she didn’t believe that she still could, that what she had worked for all these months would succeed, she would go insane. But it was hard to keep believing, sometimes.
“You’ll succeed,” he said. “You’ll save the world. But that wasn’t what he asked me to tell you.”
“He who?” Tom interrupted, clearly suspecting some trick of the Master’s as well.
“The Doctor,” Peter Petrelli said. “He wanted me to tell you that you’re his hero.”
ffutures: Four degrees of separation from Kosh (Babylon 5) to the Kraken (Pirates of the Caribbean). Err, spoilers for anything Vorlon-related on B5 and for PotC: At World's End. Order and Evolution
I.
When the Vorlons decided to interfere in the evolution of the younger races, they naturally started, on each planet, with the species that already harboured the most intelligence. On Earth, these were the whales. At first, the whale project went very well indeed; they proved themselves to be orderly creatures who lived in harmony with their environment and did not react hostile when some of them developed telepathy, oh no, being able to read each other’s thoughts made their underwater dances only more beautiful.
But as time passed, it was undeniable that the whales stagnated. One of the more adventurous Vorlons suggested that maybe, just maybe, the Shadows had a point about aggression being useful for evolution, and at any rate would not hesitate to have this planet invaded by the aggressive species they bred, so the Vorlons should show some flexibility. Though there was much debate about this, he was finally told to go ahead. So naturally, he picked another underwater species for the whales to compete with, only this time one that had already shown its natural outreaching tendency.
The fact they actually resembled the Vorlons in form was just an additional bonus.
II.
The Vorlons did not care to be reminded of failures. When the Kraken experiment failed as well and they turned to the creatures on land as a last resort, they never looked at another whale or kraken again. Time would deal with both failed species, they concluded, time and the third, newly promoted species, as it did on planets everywhere. (Just recently, something similar had happened on a planet not yet called Centauri Prime, and the Vorlons were confident that eventually, order would be restored, no matter how much the Xorn and the younger, newly intelligent species were struggling.)
The Vorlon who had pushed for the Kraken was most embarrassed of all and did not return to the planet in question for several millennia, until enough time had passed to ensure the results of his ill-fated experiment had vanished. But there was something in him that felt oddly guilty and responsible, and when it came to choosing a name for himself because the lesser species needed names in order to communicate with the Vorlons, he chose the word that had been the first pronounced in the newly intelligent mind of a Kraken. “Kosh”.
It meant “what is this?” but none of the other Vorlons would ever now, because the language of the Kraken had been lost, and gladly so.
III.
It came as a shock to learn that one of the Kraken was still alive and wreaking havoc. Havoc, no less, that threatened to imperil the successful experiment of the planet, the humans. And the Vorlons needed the humans; now it would be only a very few centuries until they were ready to be used in the next great war with the Shadows. In fact, one of them had already proved their worth by travelling back in time from a future place and joining the Vorlons’ current favourite race, the Minbari, in the last war against the Shadows, thus creating a time loop that had to be honoured. No, the humans had to survive.
Kosh picked one of the most order-loving of them, who had some measure of authority in the planetary region where the last of the Kraken still roamed. It was not easy to persuade Cutler Beckett he needed to get rid of the Kraken. After all, the Kraken was Davy Jones’ favourite weapon, and Davy Jones was Beckett’s. But Beckett’s genes were conditioned along with the rest of the humans, and when he saw an angel telling him he was God’s chosen and that the orderly ruling of the sea meant that one had to rid oneself of old weapon sometimes, he obeyed.
That, and he thought it would hurt Davy Jones. He felt utter delight at the thought of causing Jones pain, and when this impulse was reflected back on Kosh, the Vorlon recoiled. It was something only a Shadow creature should feel, surely.
They could not have become that much like the enemy, surely?
IV.
Kosh hovered over the body on the beach, and because he was not wearing a protective suit, the smell of decomposition assaulted him like a giant wave. He did not retreat, though it made him faintly sick.
Looking at the dead Kraken, he realized this was truly one of the first, the ones he had personally modified when they were nothing but small helpless creatures full of promise. It had survived through the millennia, and its last conscious thought, very much as its first, had been Kosh’s name.
For the first time, he felt old. There were some of the youngest species fast approaching, he could feel it, and he did not want to dazzle them into forgetting. He did not want to encounter them at all right now. But he would do better by them, he resolved; he would not leave them to themselves. They would not end up like the Kraken.
In a language that no one remembered but himself, and no creature on earth would be able to pronounce because it was meant to be spoken under water, he murmured “farewell” and rose to the sky.
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futuresoon: Five degrees of separation from Peter Petrelli (Heroes) to Martha Jones (Doctor Who), co-starring Donna Noble and Nathan Petrelli. Spoilers for the second season of Heroes and the third/twenty-ninth season of DW. Once Upon A Time
I.
“If you moon over that wedding photo of yours one more time, I’ll slap you silly, see if I don’t!” the red-haired woman sitting next to Peter said sharply. Which was somewhat unfair. He had only pulled out the photo five minutes ago, after Caitlin had fallen asleep. And maybe looked at it once or twice. Or three times. But if you had lost all your memories, were pretty sure that you must have been Darth Vader in your past life and all you had to go on were a ticket to Montreal and a photo of you and another guy in tuxes, well. You had to wonder. Still, he would spend several hours more sitting between Caitlin and the redhead who had just objected, and it would be pointless to start an argument that would only wake up his girlfriend. “Sorry,” he said and put the photo away again.
“No, I am,” the woman said unexpectedly. “It’s just, that, well, I have wedding issues. And I bet your guy didn’t try to feed you to spiders, said you were too dumb to get the big picture or was into ruling the world or something like that, so stop brooding and cheer up.”
II.
After the Toclafane attacked, Hiro was the only one who could keep up contact between all of them. Peter had a reasonable grip on most of the other powers he had absorbed, but he still couldn’t manage teleportation and time-travel without messing it up, and the time for training had passed. He and Nathan could fly, though, which was useful both for confusing the Toclafane, transporting food and medication and organizing the resistance. Nathan said the only reason he participated was because Peter was sure to get himself killed in a monumentally stupid grand gesture otherwise, and Peter pointing out that he was the one who actually couldn’t get killed didn’t make an impression.
During the first two months, they had hope. More than that, they really did work together, all of them. Not that Bennet would ever be a big fan of Bob Bishop’s, and Monica was pretty open about regarding Elle as nuts, but that was all secondary when it came to the terror from the sky. Even Adam was less than enamored by the way the Master had started his regime by killing one tenth of the world’s population, though Nathan said this was just a matter of ego; the Master had made it clear he regarded the lot of them as apes, and that meant no God status for Adam in the newly reduced population, either. Still, Adam, too, fought against the Master. He worked with Hiro because Hiro didn’t trust him out of his sight, at least that was what Hiro said. Peter, who didn’t trust Adam that much, either, but remembered all too well the months he had spend in Adam’s company, figured there might be other reasons, too, but those were none of his business. In any case, they managed to land some effective blows against the Master’s regime and help people, all of them.
Then the reprisals started.
III.
Nathan was the first to hear of the legendary Martha Jones, the only one who made it out of Japan alive, the one who wandered the earth without any superpowers, the one who would one day kill the Master. He heard it from the woman who told him his sons and Heidi were both dead, so he was less than receptive, but he remembered later. At this point, the only people with superpowers still alive were the regenerators, the ones who could fly and Hiro with his teleport. Hiro’s friend Ando and his sister Kimiko had burned with the rest of Japan in response to the destruction of the largest missile-building facility on the planet; the Bennets and the Bishops had died even earlier than that, during a mission with Niki’s son Micah who was supposed to reprogram the Toclafane and realized too late that despite their appearance, they weren’t machines. There was no resistance anymore; except for the rumours about Martha Jones.
Nathan dismissed them as the kind of fairy tale that would creep up in hopeless situations. If there was a woman who could kill the Master, she would have done so already. What could she be waiting for, another million to die? Still, when he returned to Claire and Peter, he told them the story, and watched for the spark of hope returning to their eyes. Of all the lies he had told, this was one of the best, and they were the only ones he would still bother to lie for.
His sons were dead; he would never have anyone else to tell fairy tales to.
IV.
It was teleport, or nothing. Peter didn’t have time to think about it, to be afraid of where he could end up. He just knew they were surrounded by Toclafane, everywhere, the air was thick with them and didn’t offer any refuge, and in a few seconds they would start to shoot and Nathan would die. So he grabbed him, thought of Hiro and felt that odd sense of push and pull at the same time.
When his sight cleared, they were standing in some odd room with coppery looking walls and a pulsating thing in the middle. A couple regarded them in disbelief; a man in a striped suit, and a redheaded woman who looked very vaguely familiar. “What?” said the man. “There you go, kidnapping people again. Don’t tell me they have that huon thing inside them, too,” snapped the woman. At the sound of her voice, the sense of vague familiarity strengthened, but there were more important things to check on first.
“Are you okay, Nathan?” Peter asked, steadying his brother who hadn’t experienced this kind of dislocation before and held on to Peter’s shoulders.
“Oh my god,” the redhead said. “It’s the guy with the wedding photo. Honestly, you two looked better in tuxes.” By now, the man next to her had pulled out some device he waved at them. “They’re from another timeline,” he said, surprised, then added “no, actually, they’re from… ah,” he ended, suddenly looking very guilty indeed.
After various convoluted explanations, Peter and Nathan were told they had to return to the hell they had come from but promised it wouldn’t last much longer before that entire year would be reversed, Earth saved and the Master defeated. “And that’s all I can tell you,” the man with the spectacles said. “But you need to go back. You’re creating a paradox if you stay here and we really, really don’t need anymore of those.”
Nathan looked at Peter, and Peter could read his thoughts. Nathan thought they were sent back to die. Peter tried to read the thoughts of the guy in the pin-striped suit, but ran against a perfect block. He tried the redhead next, and got some interesting things from her; she thought the man next to her was somewhat insane, but usually reliable in the world saving department, and also that he had lousy taste in evil ex boyfriends and girlfriends and should eat more. But she didn’t know whether he was sending them back to their deaths. She thought he was capable of it.
“One question,” Nathan said. “If we don’t go back, does that mean the last year won’t be reversed, and everyone who died so far stays dead?”
The man with the spectacles and the wild hair nodded, and there was something very old and distant in his expression, something that made even Adam seem young and human. Then he looked directly at Peter, and the block shielding his mind went away.
After, Peter tried to find words to tell Nathan, but Nathan just shook his head. They didn’t need telepathy for this kind of thing; they never had.
“Let’s go, Pete,” Nathan said.
V.
Martha and Tom Milligan were on their way to London when a young man materialized in front of them. He looked like everyone else did these days, haggard and worn, and the only unusual thing about him was the way of his appearance. Humans did not pop up out of thin air, except for a Japanese man whom nobody had seen or heard of in a good while, and this young man wasn’t Japanese. If anything, he looked Italian.
“Are you Martha Jones?” he asked, and she nodded, wondering whether the Master had come up with something new, a holoprojection perhaps or an android. Behind her, Tom got his weapon ready.
“I’m Peter Petrelli,” he said, “and I have a message for you. From the future.”
She waited, still on the alert for a surprise attack. It had been a year now, and she had seen so much death around her that she had lost the ability to count the lives perished. She had been a doctor, once, or almost, and had wanted to save people. If she didn’t believe that she still could, that what she had worked for all these months would succeed, she would go insane. But it was hard to keep believing, sometimes.
“You’ll succeed,” he said. “You’ll save the world. But that wasn’t what he asked me to tell you.”
“He who?” Tom interrupted, clearly suspecting some trick of the Master’s as well.
“The Doctor,” Peter Petrelli said. “He wanted me to tell you that you’re his hero.”
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Date: 2008-01-27 12:45 pm (UTC)As for Sylar, he probably had the same motive as Adam, but hey. Once I had the idea of using The Year That Wasn't, the idea of really all the superpowered folk banding together because they simply had to under given circumstances followed naturally.
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Date: 2008-01-27 01:02 pm (UTC)And thank you. I love Donna (and Martha, of course!) and am so looking forward to her return, so using her as a lighthearted start for a very angsty tale seemed perfect.
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Date: 2008-01-27 01:52 pm (UTC)Also, thank you for the feedback!
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Date: 2008-01-27 01:53 pm (UTC)And I love that Kosh got his public name from wanting to sound similar to Kraken.
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Date: 2008-01-27 02:29 pm (UTC)I'm surprised more people haven't written about the Vorlons' time manipulating the other the races, there's a lot of potential there.
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Date: 2008-01-27 02:37 pm (UTC)That's exactly what I was going for, both aspects of Kosh. He really is the (not disneyfied) Merlin of B5. And yes, the way the Vorlons manipulated the younger races on a grand (and genetic) scale is very worth exploring; I think one of the reasons why it takes a backseat in fanfic is that both the Vorlons and the Shadows aren't around anymore from midseason 4 onwards, so you can only do it via fanfic set pre-show or during, and then in turn the number of available Vorlons are limited, unless you want to make up an OC or go AU.
(That, and let's face it - in B5 as in every other fandom, the majority of fanfic is 'shippery. And Kosh/Lyta isn't exactly the most popular pairing.)
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Date: 2008-01-27 02:53 pm (UTC)"What is this?" Lovely. And Beckett as the most Shadow like. Yes.
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Date: 2008-01-27 07:03 pm (UTC)Hiro didn’t trust him out of his sight, at least that was what Hiro said
Oh my, was that a bit of not-gen I saw sneaking around in there? Goodness gracious me, the great
You killed Heidi, you bastard! But you killed everybody else too, which, strangely, makes it sort of okay. And utterly heartbreaking. Maaaaan. Poor Nathan. Poor everybody. And they weren't machines--Jesus Christ, woman, chills up my spine.
The entire third section kills me. *whimpers* Oh, boys... and they'd do it, too, wouldn't they...dammit, I think I'm tearing up here...
And the last line, oh my god. You're my hero. This is just so, so perfect and heartwrenching and so going into my mems it isn't even funny. Thank you. Really, truly thank you.
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Date: 2008-01-27 07:37 pm (UTC)No kidding. Talk about apocalypses. Though I must admit during writing it I idly wondered about a lengthy epic telling everyone's tales during the year that wasn't, but then I decided it would be a) too long for my timetable right now, and b) too depressing as far as the endings for most of our cast were concerned.
First off, yay on the wedding photo--of course Donna knows what it means, and of course she calls him on his moping. Donna should just show up whenever anybody's feeling sorry for themselves and slap them silly. She could make a business out of it!
She could and should! And yes, Donna knows a wedding photo when she sees one. Verily.
Oh my, was that a bit of not-gen I saw sneaking around in there? Goodness gracious me, the great selenak, fallen to the dark side of the force...
Youngling, check out my resumé. I do have slash on my fanfic account, you know. Just not in this fandom, where sneaky subtext is fun to write because hardly anyone else does it. *veg*
The boys: yes, they would. And sorry about the Heidi (and Monty, and Simon) slaughter, but as you point out, such was the fate for everyone!
I'm so glad it feels right for you. After all, it was your prompt that brought it about!
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Date: 2008-01-27 07:13 pm (UTC)(I still say you need a Tsp. account for this and your other DW crossovers.)
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Date: 2008-01-27 07:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-28 05:12 am (UTC)Of all the lies he had told, this was one of the best, and they were the only ones he would still bother to lie for.
His sons were dead; he would never have anyone else to tell fairy tales to.
I love that Nathan is actually helping the cause even though he doesn't believe in it himself, as you pointed out earlier in the comments.
I found the first ficlet oddly touching, too, even though I'm barely a nodding acquaintance of either B2 or POTC. A fine job!
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Date: 2008-01-28 05:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-01-28 01:03 pm (UTC)Also: Donna! Hurrah! I love that you dind't just make her loud and shouty.
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Date: 2008-01-28 02:10 pm (UTC)Also, thank you for your feedback!
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Date: 2008-01-28 09:34 pm (UTC)...Still very strange though. :)
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Date: 2008-01-29 05:41 am (UTC)...when I got the prompt I thought crack was the only way to do it, too, but then inspiration struck and I decided to play it straight.
I liked Kosh's reasons for choosing Beckett, and then him sort of having to reconsider them.
Given that the Vorlons, including Kosh, think keep Jack the Ripper around to torture people into revealing their motives is a good idea, but on the other hand Kosh is the only Vorlon who goes beyond that not just by coming to care about said people but by sacrificing the last surviving bit of himself to help the younger races against his own, I felt on firm canonical ground...
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Date: 2008-01-29 05:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-29 12:40 am (UTC)And I don't even watch Heroes, but Nathan asking what happens if they don't go back really got me. Nice work!
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Date: 2008-01-29 05:45 am (UTC)And thanks for reading the other one despite not watching the show!
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Date: 2008-06-07 11:51 pm (UTC)omg
I'm just... that's the most amazing, succint, awesome thing, ever.
and this ESPECIALLY made me laugh and laugh and laugh:
and also that he had lousy taste in evil ex boyfriends and girlfriends and should eat more
howl with laughter. but oh! Peter jumping timelines and paradox and Micha and the Toclafane, oh wowza. Amazing all around.
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Date: 2008-06-08 04:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
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