[PSL-Adjacent] time travel side story

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Is this part of the other PSL? MAYBE ... tbd.

But - this is the Martin who went back in time to the second season, before everything really started going to hell. It hasn't been the most pleasant ride - seeing himself, accidentally triggering Not-Sasha's attack, the confrontation with Elias - but it's been better. He'd begged Michaelen not to take him back for multiple reasons. Yes, he thinks help more here, but ... he also doesn't want to go home to die. Not when there's a Jon here who's willing to love him, when Tim is blossoming into a new best friend, and even Martin is slowly moving towards self-acceptance in a literal sense.

For the first time in months, Martin - no, Algric - sees the shape of what a peaceful life could be. This could be a world where he lives in Jon's flat for the rest of his life, where he doesn't only have to be a helpful ghost. The Lonely is still too strong in him, but he feels it weakening in spots, where Tim and Jon and Martin have all helped him remember what it's like to have human connection.

That's why he's here at Hilltop Road. He dares to hope now; he dares to consider the possibility that he might get to keep all of this. And if he wants to keep this, he has to make sure there's no way back to the hell he left. Michaelen's appearance had scared him more deeply than he wants to let on.

As he mounts the steps to the rickety old house, Algric takes in a shivering breath. It's fine. It's fine, this is fine, he's just - just going to look. And if there's a creepy basement with a crack in the world, he's not going to go through it! He's just going to. See if it's there or not. If he thinks his timeline is on the other side or not. ]

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[eyediot]

[JFLKASJDF SPUTTERS.]

Don't.

[What did he do to deserve this punishment.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric just laughs. ]

Okay, okay. I won't. This time.

[eyediot]

Thank you.

[He sighs, all relief, resting a hand by Algric. There if he wants it.]

So... The zoo after this. Anything else?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Of course he wants it. He takes Jon's hand, then, and lightly leans against his shoulder. ]

Back to the flat, I suppose. Maybe a film or something.

[eyediot]

[He leans with Algric's weight. This is nice. He can't get over that.]

Then that's what we'll do. It's your day, so you're picking the film too.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He's warming the more that Jon touches him. Colour and heat returning to him. ]

If this is my day, then what are we going to do on yours?

[eyediot]

We already had mine. Yesterday.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Algric blinks slowly at that. ]

Yesterday? When you ... woke up in the Hilltop Road basement?

[eyediot]

Annnnd you took me home, took care of me.

[Let him cry.]

So we already did mine.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh. Well - okay, yes, point, but-- ]

We can do better, Jon. Let me - let me do better for you.

[eyediot]

I don't... really know what we would do.

There isn't much I really much want to do.

[curriculum_fictae]

We could go somewhere? A holiday.

[eyediot]

Yeah? Like where?

[curriculum_fictae]

I-I don't know. Scotland, maybe?

[eyediot]

Hm. I know Daisy's got an old safe house there we could use. What's in Scotland?

[curriculum_fictae]

Um - well it's nice, and quiet and. They've got. Cows?

[eyediot]

They do have... Very good cows, yes.

[He's laughing to himself though.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Y-yes, well! Let's. Try the zoo first, anyway.

[eyediot]

[Jon squeezes his hand before letting go so he can finish his lunch.]

Agreed. Hopefully we can get there before any crowd. [Algric may be able to disappear, but Jon can't, not completely.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Hmm. Algric considers that. ]

Maybe not before ... how d'you feel about after?

[eyediot]

After's nice too. Usually when I went.

[He bumps shoulders against him. It's an easy, simple show of affection without feeling uncomfortable.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Good. Good. Algric smiles. ]

A little later then. And if I have to get us in, I can probably do that.

[eyediot]

[Jon leans a little to look at him, smiling.]

Mr. Blackwood, are you suggesting we possibly break in after hours?

[It's all joke.]

[curriculum_fictae]

I would never.

[eyediot]

Noooo. Of course, not.