curriculum_fictae | [PSL-Adjacent] time travel side story

[ 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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curriculum_fictae

[ Algric heads in once the door is open. ]

N-no, but - look, it was a long time ago. The web archives imploded in 2017 sometime, so there's no evidence of them anywhere on the net anymore.

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eyediot

I wasn't going to ask.

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curriculum_fictae

Oh don't give me that. You still wanted to know.

[ When they get to Jon's door, Algric lets go of his hand. For a brief, terrible moment, Jon is alone in the hall. ]

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eyediot

[Jon blinks because... Really, even all those months with Peter as the head of the Institute, he never actually saw anyone do this. Did he see anything at all? For a brief moment, he knows he came here alone.

Eyes are on him. Passing over with a curiosity, peeling that first layer of obscurity off. His heart is racing.

Stop looking. Stop looking stop looking stop lookin--

It passes, and he's breathless when he hears the lock click on the other side.]

P-please... Open the door.

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curriculum_fictae

[ Jon has always been alone, hasn't he? Hallucinated up an image of Martin to keep him company on the long walk back to his flat, maybe, but definitely alone. He must be losing it. He must be --

(Behind the door, Algric flinches as that top layer of fog burns away. That's - that's not pleasant, but it's fine, because a second later he's back in existence, opening the door wide.) ]

S - sorry Jon, I - I had to do that to get through. I'm here again.

[ And so he was, if slightly blurry around the edges. He never left. ]

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eyediot

[Jon stumbles in quickly, clutching at Algric's arm like a vice and shaking.]

... He was looking. [Jon's... scared. He forgot he could even feel fear like this. But if they want to fix this timeline, Elias can't know he's here, or who he is. Not this soon.]

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curriculum_fictae

What? Who -

[ And then he knows. He'd felt it too, searching, burning at his own layers of fog. Gone now, mercifully, now that he has Jon back under that blanket, but the realisation is enough to make his heart drop. ]

Oh. Oh god. I didn't even think -

[ Wait. Another thought jostles its way in. ]

Am I protecting you?

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eyediot

...I think so.

The... The Lonely fog was... hard when I was wandering through it. Even before you left it, it was hard to see you.

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curriculum_fictae

[ The pieces abruptly fall into place. ]

Elias can't see you. When - when you're with me.

[ And he couldn't see this timeline's Jon either. That explains so much. ]

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eyediot

...So that's something in our favor, then.

[And a bit of a problem. It means that Jon literally can't be alone.

He'll deal with that thought after he looks around his old flat. He'd missed this. He sets his shoulder bag down by the door and takes a deep breath, taking in the old smells. Paper and books and... cooking? Someone's been baking in here. Jon doesn't bake. He whirls around to Algric.]

Did... Were you baking?

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curriculum_fictae

[ Tim and Jon are probably safe enough with Martin's aura, but the Archivist? Likely needs Algric's full Lonely cloak to stay safe. That's ... fine, he can work with that.

After he blushes hard, anyway. ]

W-well - yes. Past you was. Was letting me stay, so I cooked and cleaned for him.

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eyediot

...Please tell me he did literally anything for you besides let you stay.

[He will beat the crap out of past-him if he didn't do anything else.]

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curriculum_fictae

What? O-of course he did. Jon was very kind of me.

[ He looks a bit lovesick. ]

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eyediot

Good.

[He sees it and... God, he's glad this current timeline version of himself has been good to Algric... But.

But.

He can't hide how that look mirrors itself on his own face watching Algric.]

I, um. I'm. I'm glad.

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curriculum_fictae

[ No, no he can't. And this time Algric sees it. He stares for a moment, recognising it, and then blushes deeply. ]

I - I'm going to put the kettle on, all right?

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eyediot

Right. Y-yes.

[Totally fine! He watches Algric go to do that, leaning a bit before toddling to his room. Some of his clothes are missing, but whatever. He'll grab literally anything that's clean and toss it on.

...But truth be told, he does. Actually like the jacket he found in Daisy's safehouse, so he keeps that where he can grab it.]

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curriculum_fictae

[ In the meantime, Algric gets the tea going, and heats up some of the scones he made previously. Does Jon need any of that? Maybe not. But it's soothing, and warm, and ...

And when Jon comes back out, Martin is seated at the table as if it's the most natural thing in the world, waiting for him. ]

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eyediot

[He sees it when he comes back, and his heart almost skips a beat. God. It's like Algric just belongs here. In his home.

He takes a deep breath and sits at the table with him.]

...Smells good.

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curriculum_fictae

[ The very picture of gentle domesticity. He pushes the plate and the mug towards Jon. ]

Good. I - I know you don't really need it, but...

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eyediot

Ah.

[No, he... really doesn't. It's for appearances, or just the feeling of... still being human, for himself. At least he can still enjoy taste as he takes the mug and sips at it.]

...Thank you.

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curriculum_fictae

[ Algric sips at his own, too, letting the warmth sink into him. ]

Of - of course, Jon. I'm glad to do this small thing.

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eyediot

[Is it the tea, or is it Jon's feelings heating his face up? Could be either, but survey leans more to his feelings with that soft smile creeping on his face.]

...I'm sorry, I'm not- Not quite ready to see them all yet.

[God, he's so afraid to see Tim. He has so much to apologize for.]