[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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Wh-what? That's not possible, I'm -

[ He'd agreed to be a monster, hadn't he? So why are the people on the street glancing at them normally? Why does he have to weave around people instead of them instinctively avoiding him?

And ... why is the colour returning to him? Slowly, yes, but that glassy, fuzzy texture is evaporating like an ice lolly on a hot day. ]

The ... the Lonely. It's leaving me.

[eyediot]

[If that's true, will they even need the electric blanket? Jon keeps one hand on Algric, keeping him close and keeping all eyes out.]

I still haven't known what the counter to the Lonely is but- whatever you just decided, I guess is it.

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[ Algric remains silent as they walk for a moment, thinking deeply. ]

I ... I decided to stay with you. Even if it cost me my humanity. I was - I was definitely ready to go full monster.

[eyediot]

[A beat.

Huh.]

I suppose choosing to stay with someone would be the antithesis of the Lonely.

[curriculum_fictae]

And ... and that means that by choosing to become a monster, I stop turning into one?

[ And start backsliding towards humanity, apparently. Which - is actively dangerous now. He clings close to Jon, powerfully nervous. ]

[eyediot]

Iiiiiiii am not sure on that one? The Lonely is... still hard. And I'm not about to knock on the Lukas' door.

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[ Algric shivers. ]

Let's. Let's not.

[eyediot]

Right. So we will... Go home. And rest. And prep for meeting tomorrow morning.

[Normal! They're having a totally, completely normal conversation!]

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[ Totally, completely normal. Algric picks up the pace at least. ]

At - at least you won't freeze now?

[eyediot]

No, I-i won't.

...Do you think we even need the blanket?

[Hey-- Mr Tall Man, excuse you! Jon may be the Archivist, but he's still much shorter with a shorter walk-span than you, sir.]

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I - I don't know. Maybe?

[ He reluctantly slows again, but he's nervous. ]

[eyediot]

[It's fine, Jon's keeping an eye out. He can feel the pressure, though. That Eye getting closer. Not that his flat is any safer than anywhere else, but there's a sense of childish security in being Home, and Home Equals Safe.]

We'll test it tonight. If we need it still we can grab one after the meeting.

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[ There might be some of the Lonely's fog still clinging there, after all. It's certainly less exposed than being out on a random London street. ]

As long as you'll be warm enough, Jon.

[eyediot]

[Might be. At least his street is crowded so they're less obvious to anyone without the Eye. But he still ushers Algric into his building quickly.]

I'm sure I will be. I was fine last night, right?

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I ... I guess so. I just don't want to hurt you.

[ Even though it's growing less likely by the second. Algric shivers a little as they go inside, feeling dimly feverish. ]

[eyediot]

You won't. [Of that, he's confident in. He gets the flat open, gently getting Algric inside.]

Go - sit, all right? [Even through just these small touches, Algric is too warm.]

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[ Too warm compared to what he was before, and rapidly approaching "too warm even by human standards." No such thing as a clean escape, after all.

He nods a bit, moving to sit down on the couch. ]

R-right. I - I feel a bit tired, I think.

[eyediot]

[He's worried. All the concern in the world is etched on his face as he watches Algric sit. Jon swallows thickly, nods, then moves.

Hot cup of tea (no, he's already too warm, but if its a fever he'll come back to that), maybe just some ice water.

The weight of a gaze has his hands trembling and he can feel it driving into his back. Nothing he can do about it now.

Jon takes a steadying breath and comes back to Algric, a glass of iced water and a small ice pack for him.]

Here. Take your time.

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[ There's hardly any fog protecting him now. Only thin scraps leftover from Algric having lived here for so long - not enough to keep Elias from Seeing them, if he wants to.

He may be drifting back towards humanity now, but that just makes this all the more dangerous. In more ways than one.

He takes the glass of water gratefully, sipping at it. Then he grabs a blanket from the back of the couch and huddles in it. The shivering is worse now, as his face blazes with unhealthy heat. ]

Th-thank you. I don't - I don't know what's happening. I felt fine on the tube...

[eyediot]

I'm... I-i don't know how the Lonely works or. What happens if you manage to break off from it. This is new to me.

[He's still watching closely. Where Algric just huddles in the blanket, Jon maneuvers it so it's properly around his shoulders and neck. God, if he's killed Algric somehow...]

I'm staying with you, until... Until it's figured out.

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You can't just Know it?

[ He manages a small laugh at that. Even if that's a tiny gesture, he appreciates it coming from Jon. Which is good, because otherwise he's just ... so tired, all of a sudden. He leans his feverish face against the back of the couch and closes his eyes.

(He's not dying, no, but the Lonely is taking a parting shot here.) ]

[eyediot]

I... I mean, I could try, but...

[The most he's ever tried to Know about the Lonely was trying to find Martin and... Pulling Peter's story from him before killing him. It's not ideal.

He cups Algric's cheek, tucking some of the hair away, all worry.]

Wh-what else do you need?

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[ His hair is dull copper again, plastered to his scalp by a thin sheen of sweat. But he doesn't move when Jon touches him, only breathes a little easier. ]

Stay - stay with me? I think I just ... just need a nice lie down ...

[eyediot]

I think that was the plan, wasn't it? Set up with a film and. Cuddle?

[That sounds so off coming out of his own mouth, but he's trying to help. He's still watching carefully before he shifts to sit next to him. Then so, so gently guide Algric to lay down and rest his head on the cushion Jon puts on his own lap.]

Rest.

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[ Better. Definitely better. Algric huddles in his blanket, a furnace against Jon as he settles in next to him. Cuddling, yes. Watching ... maybe not. He's already drifting. ]

Mm. A documentary maybe. Or ... that baking show with all the failure in it, if it exists yet ...