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ericadawn16Title: But Time Marches On
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters:Mica, Gwen, Bernie, Selene, Jack, Martha, David, Emyr David/Emyr
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Why does David read Lord of the Rings so often?
Author's Note: The Sequel to But Time Didn't Stop
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/113396.html
Previous Chapter: Dressing Up Lula
Radioactive
Mica stretched out on the couch at her brother's flat. She liked being surrounded by the more mature college crowd. Too bad her visits were rare. Maybe in a couple of years, she could get a car or get her parents to loan her one. David passed her a bag of crisps and made her move over.
"So, the neighborhood intervention, that was you? Yeah?" David asked without looking at her. She pulled open the bag and said, "It was the right thing to do."
"Mum say anything?" he asked. With anything else, she would have. Their mum was incapable of not having a word, but with this...
"Not a thing," she told him. His expression turned pensive. She'd thought about it, too. However, what really mattered was that their mum appeared to be in better
spirits than she had in months. David turned to her and said, "She's going to be fine."
"I know," Mica retorted even though she liked hearing David say it.
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Gwen ran after Bernie who was running after the Weevil. It was pitch dark in the warehouse and she was tempted to let the alien go. Then, she went flying. She landed hard on her right arm although it felt fine when she tested it.
"Sorry," Bernie apologised, getting to his feet. She must have tripped over him. It was her last coherent thought before she was pulled to her feet. She smelled the rancid breath before seeing that she was being held by the weevil. Gwen kicked at its knees which only made it angrier. It clutched her harder so it was painful and drew her to its teeth.
"Bernie!" she screamed and wished Lois wasn't back in the Hub. There was a hiss and she recognised the sound of the tranquilizer gun. She'd started off with spray but had dropped it a few metres back. Gwen waited for the drug to take hold. However, she could feel the tip of its fangs. Then, there was another hiss and the Weevil groaned, letting her go. Selene was coming towards them with a second tranquilizer gun.
"Oh, cheers," Gwen said in relief and Bernie tackled the alien, binding it in cuffs.
"I'm too old for this chasing shit," Gwen complained as Selene came closer to examine her.
"Could always hire someone else," the doctor suggested.
"I have another person, I just suspended him," Gwen spoke, "How are Jack's sessions going?"
Selene squeezed a gel that she rubbed over Gwen's wounds.
"They're going really well, but not well enough that I think he should come back. He's had..." she stumbled and stopped, replacing the cap on the tube. "Jack has a lot of things we have to go through and discuss and I don't want to fuck it up. There are parts of himself that he couldn't deal with anymore, couldn't live with. If he's like that now, how is he going to survive the next hundred millennia or so?"
Gwen hadn't thought about it like that.
"What I do now has to be done right. It has to last so next time something goes wrong and the time after that and the time after that...he can deal," Selene continued, "Dealing without ignoring or running away or addictive behaviour."
"Take as long as you need," Gwen uttered, knowing from those words and Selene's tone that there was a lot more to Jack than she could have guessed.
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Jack's mobile went off. The number was unfamiliar and it said it was a land-line. He wasn't sure who it could be.
"Hello," Jack answered and waited for a response.
"Guess who's back on Earth?" asked a very familiar voice.
"Martha Jones..." he started until there was a clucking on the other end.
"Martha Smith," he corrected himself, "you have to bring the family for a visit."
"Yes, Iefan must be getting so big now. We saw Keisha last night and I couldn't believe it. We were only gone a few months but now she's wearing make-up and a bra and...well, you get what I'm saying."
"Yeah," Jack agreed and a thought struck him.
"You and Mickey probably want some alone time, why don't you leave Mariah with me for a day or two? One more won't hurt anything," he suggested.
"'One more?' How many you got over there, Jack?" she asked with a chuckle.
"Me, Iefan, Alice and Alice's daughter, Lucia, she just turned five," he explained and could tell Martha was thinking.
"Okay, you got yourself a deal. You can have her this weekend. It'll be good to be around human children again. She really liked it there but I don't want her losing her English either," Martha spoke.
"Just text me with the details," Jack told her and was excited at seeing them again.
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David was so wrapped up in the story that he hadn't noticed Emyr come home until the other man asked in an amused voice, "Reading it again?"
"Yeah," David confirmed and placed the movie stub back inside as a bookmark.
"Reached Mordor yet?" Emyr asked.
"Not yet but they will," he said and Emyr got into bed beside him. His study group always went late on Wednesdays.
"How many times does that make it now?" Emyr asked.
"Seven and I notice something different every time," he said and shook his head. Emyr chuckled but he was being serious.
"When I was younger, when my grandmother died, some of the neighborhood biddies were over. They all said what a shame it was, how soon it was after my uncle died...it wasn't really, but I suppose they thought that sounded good. They tried to get my mum to read the Bible more, study it up or something. They said it had all the answers and this one said it spoke to her. Any problem she was having, she could take out her Bible and find the answer. She made it sound like a Magic 8 Ball or something. I wanted that, too. I wanted to understand. I couldn't understand why he'd want my mum so unhappy. I read the whole thing," David spoke and Emyr took his hand.
"Did it work?"
"No," David admitted, "I kept waiting for it to talk to me like the lady said. All I found was a lot of rules that were fuck all, like I couldn't feel the way I felt. I liked Jesus. He's a real sensible bloke but it took forever to get to him and before that, there was so much death. It was just normal, expected but they all had relatives left behind: wives and kids and nephews. It didn't seem fair. It wasn't comforting. I thought those biddies must be batty."
Emyr kissed his cheek.
"Then, I read Lord of the Rings and...and it seems so silly, I've never told anyone before..."
"You can tell me. You can tell me anything," Emyr whispered and David was able to go through with it.
"It spoke to me like that lady said the Bible could. I read it and it was like my uncle and my grandmother were Frodo and Bilbo," David started, waiting for Emyr to laugh or say something. Instead, he held him closer.
"Frodo, he does all these great things. He saves the Shire but he can't have it for himself. He has to go away. I thought maybe...maybe Uncle Ianto had done so much that he had to go away," he said and couldn't help still tearing up over it now. Emyr hugged him and gave him soft kisses over and over.
"The next time I read it, I noticed all the parts with Gimli and Legolas, how their upbringing says they shouldn't be together but they care about each other so they start to ignore it. They get better acquainted and at the end, they go to Heaven together. My mum always said how proud she was of me being gay. They even threw a party," David spoke, rolling his eyes, "I knew she was over-doing for how she treated my uncle, how they both were, like I could make up for that, but it didn't feel like I actually had permission until I saw that in the book, like if they could be gay...I can, too. It's like that every time. There's always some passage about what I'm going through...it's like he wrote it just for me."
Emyr ran a hand through David's hair before asking, "What was it this time?"
David picked the book back up and flipped to a part he'd highlighted farther back.
"Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. For even the very wise cannot see all ends," he read and Emyr clasped his shoulder.
"Your mum's a fighter, don't you worry about her. She'd probably give Death a nice right hook if he tried anything," Emyr tried to jest but he wasn't in the mood, "Hey, your dad said she only has a month or so of her therapy left and she looks a lot better than she did. She's going to be around for a long time yet. She has to be so she can dance with you at our wedding and babysit the kids on the anniversary."
David had to laugh but he was really starting to like the sound of Emyr planning their life together.
"Do you think God minds that my Bible is a fantasy book with Hobbits and things?" he asked.
"Well, didn't Tolkien convert that Narnia bloke?" Emyr responded.
"C.S. Lewis," David corrected, "and yes."
"Then, it sounds like Tolkien has some brownie points saved up, I'm sure God wouldn't mind," Emyr spoke before adding, "Unless you had a golden Tolkien statue made."
David smacked him on his ass and they both laughed.
What die?
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters:Mica, Gwen, Bernie, Selene, Jack, Martha, David, Emyr David/Emyr
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE Spoilers MPREG AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Why does David read Lord of the Rings so often?
Author's Note: The Sequel to But Time Didn't Stop
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/113396.html
Previous Chapter: Dressing Up Lula
Radioactive
Mica stretched out on the couch at her brother's flat. She liked being surrounded by the more mature college crowd. Too bad her visits were rare. Maybe in a couple of years, she could get a car or get her parents to loan her one. David passed her a bag of crisps and made her move over.
"So, the neighborhood intervention, that was you? Yeah?" David asked without looking at her. She pulled open the bag and said, "It was the right thing to do."
"Mum say anything?" he asked. With anything else, she would have. Their mum was incapable of not having a word, but with this...
"Not a thing," she told him. His expression turned pensive. She'd thought about it, too. However, what really mattered was that their mum appeared to be in better
spirits than she had in months. David turned to her and said, "She's going to be fine."
"I know," Mica retorted even though she liked hearing David say it.
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Gwen ran after Bernie who was running after the Weevil. It was pitch dark in the warehouse and she was tempted to let the alien go. Then, she went flying. She landed hard on her right arm although it felt fine when she tested it.
"Sorry," Bernie apologised, getting to his feet. She must have tripped over him. It was her last coherent thought before she was pulled to her feet. She smelled the rancid breath before seeing that she was being held by the weevil. Gwen kicked at its knees which only made it angrier. It clutched her harder so it was painful and drew her to its teeth.
"Bernie!" she screamed and wished Lois wasn't back in the Hub. There was a hiss and she recognised the sound of the tranquilizer gun. She'd started off with spray but had dropped it a few metres back. Gwen waited for the drug to take hold. However, she could feel the tip of its fangs. Then, there was another hiss and the Weevil groaned, letting her go. Selene was coming towards them with a second tranquilizer gun.
"Oh, cheers," Gwen said in relief and Bernie tackled the alien, binding it in cuffs.
"I'm too old for this chasing shit," Gwen complained as Selene came closer to examine her.
"Could always hire someone else," the doctor suggested.
"I have another person, I just suspended him," Gwen spoke, "How are Jack's sessions going?"
Selene squeezed a gel that she rubbed over Gwen's wounds.
"They're going really well, but not well enough that I think he should come back. He's had..." she stumbled and stopped, replacing the cap on the tube. "Jack has a lot of things we have to go through and discuss and I don't want to fuck it up. There are parts of himself that he couldn't deal with anymore, couldn't live with. If he's like that now, how is he going to survive the next hundred millennia or so?"
Gwen hadn't thought about it like that.
"What I do now has to be done right. It has to last so next time something goes wrong and the time after that and the time after that...he can deal," Selene continued, "Dealing without ignoring or running away or addictive behaviour."
"Take as long as you need," Gwen uttered, knowing from those words and Selene's tone that there was a lot more to Jack than she could have guessed.
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Jack's mobile went off. The number was unfamiliar and it said it was a land-line. He wasn't sure who it could be.
"Hello," Jack answered and waited for a response.
"Guess who's back on Earth?" asked a very familiar voice.
"Martha Jones..." he started until there was a clucking on the other end.
"Martha Smith," he corrected himself, "you have to bring the family for a visit."
"Yes, Iefan must be getting so big now. We saw Keisha last night and I couldn't believe it. We were only gone a few months but now she's wearing make-up and a bra and...well, you get what I'm saying."
"Yeah," Jack agreed and a thought struck him.
"You and Mickey probably want some alone time, why don't you leave Mariah with me for a day or two? One more won't hurt anything," he suggested.
"'One more?' How many you got over there, Jack?" she asked with a chuckle.
"Me, Iefan, Alice and Alice's daughter, Lucia, she just turned five," he explained and could tell Martha was thinking.
"Okay, you got yourself a deal. You can have her this weekend. It'll be good to be around human children again. She really liked it there but I don't want her losing her English either," Martha spoke.
"Just text me with the details," Jack told her and was excited at seeing them again.
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David was so wrapped up in the story that he hadn't noticed Emyr come home until the other man asked in an amused voice, "Reading it again?"
"Yeah," David confirmed and placed the movie stub back inside as a bookmark.
"Reached Mordor yet?" Emyr asked.
"Not yet but they will," he said and Emyr got into bed beside him. His study group always went late on Wednesdays.
"How many times does that make it now?" Emyr asked.
"Seven and I notice something different every time," he said and shook his head. Emyr chuckled but he was being serious.
"When I was younger, when my grandmother died, some of the neighborhood biddies were over. They all said what a shame it was, how soon it was after my uncle died...it wasn't really, but I suppose they thought that sounded good. They tried to get my mum to read the Bible more, study it up or something. They said it had all the answers and this one said it spoke to her. Any problem she was having, she could take out her Bible and find the answer. She made it sound like a Magic 8 Ball or something. I wanted that, too. I wanted to understand. I couldn't understand why he'd want my mum so unhappy. I read the whole thing," David spoke and Emyr took his hand.
"Did it work?"
"No," David admitted, "I kept waiting for it to talk to me like the lady said. All I found was a lot of rules that were fuck all, like I couldn't feel the way I felt. I liked Jesus. He's a real sensible bloke but it took forever to get to him and before that, there was so much death. It was just normal, expected but they all had relatives left behind: wives and kids and nephews. It didn't seem fair. It wasn't comforting. I thought those biddies must be batty."
Emyr kissed his cheek.
"Then, I read Lord of the Rings and...and it seems so silly, I've never told anyone before..."
"You can tell me. You can tell me anything," Emyr whispered and David was able to go through with it.
"It spoke to me like that lady said the Bible could. I read it and it was like my uncle and my grandmother were Frodo and Bilbo," David started, waiting for Emyr to laugh or say something. Instead, he held him closer.
"Frodo, he does all these great things. He saves the Shire but he can't have it for himself. He has to go away. I thought maybe...maybe Uncle Ianto had done so much that he had to go away," he said and couldn't help still tearing up over it now. Emyr hugged him and gave him soft kisses over and over.
"The next time I read it, I noticed all the parts with Gimli and Legolas, how their upbringing says they shouldn't be together but they care about each other so they start to ignore it. They get better acquainted and at the end, they go to Heaven together. My mum always said how proud she was of me being gay. They even threw a party," David spoke, rolling his eyes, "I knew she was over-doing for how she treated my uncle, how they both were, like I could make up for that, but it didn't feel like I actually had permission until I saw that in the book, like if they could be gay...I can, too. It's like that every time. There's always some passage about what I'm going through...it's like he wrote it just for me."
Emyr ran a hand through David's hair before asking, "What was it this time?"
David picked the book back up and flipped to a part he'd highlighted farther back.
"Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. For even the very wise cannot see all ends," he read and Emyr clasped his shoulder.
"Your mum's a fighter, don't you worry about her. She'd probably give Death a nice right hook if he tried anything," Emyr tried to jest but he wasn't in the mood, "Hey, your dad said she only has a month or so of her therapy left and she looks a lot better than she did. She's going to be around for a long time yet. She has to be so she can dance with you at our wedding and babysit the kids on the anniversary."
David had to laugh but he was really starting to like the sound of Emyr planning their life together.
"Do you think God minds that my Bible is a fantasy book with Hobbits and things?" he asked.
"Well, didn't Tolkien convert that Narnia bloke?" Emyr responded.
"C.S. Lewis," David corrected, "and yes."
"Then, it sounds like Tolkien has some brownie points saved up, I'm sure God wouldn't mind," Emyr spoke before adding, "Unless you had a golden Tolkien statue made."
David smacked him on his ass and they both laughed.
What die?
