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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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.]

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curriculum_fictae

That's - that's okay. you can start with me, and. And when you're ready, the rest will be there.

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eyediot

Right...

[Slow breathing and.. God, it's so quiet. He grabs for a scone to munch on quietly.]

...I missed you.

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curriculum_fictae

[ Algric hesitates. Then - reaches out for Jon's hand. ]

Me too. More than - more than anything.

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eyediot

[He doesn't hesitate a second taking it, squeezing Algric's hand.]

Even... Even before you were taken to the Lonely. When... You were still just. Working with Peter, I-- [A shudder because... Those months of Martin being isolated, of refusing to even be near him... It hurt in so many ways. and he can only imagine how bad it got for Martin.]

I won't leave you alone. Not again.

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curriculum_fictae

[ Very, very, bad. Yes. He squeezes back. ]

You're here now. We're - we're relatively safe. M-maybe we can just leave?

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eyediot

[He sighs, thumbing along Algric's knuckles.]

I don't think I can stay very far from the Institute for very long.

[Yeah, he may be an Avatar, but he still.. has to eat.] I don't think I have to go in, but. Just stay in the area. I don't know.

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curriculum_fictae

[ Oh. Dammit, of course. How could Algric forget? ]

Right. Right, we'll - we'll figure that out.

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eyediot

[Jon squeezes his hand again. He'll have to figure out food at some point too. And probably soon. He doesn't want to just... Take it from strangers, but what else can he do? Maybe the both of them sneak into the Archives or something.]

We will. It'll work out. For now. [He holds up that scone, taking another small bite.] This works.