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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From:

eyediot

It's-- All right. I'm fine.

[He may cry. He'll probably cry later.]

From:

curriculum_fictae

No, Jon. You're - you're not. You've been through something so terrible I can barely imagine it.

From:

eyediot

....If I start, I might never stop.

From:

curriculum_fictae

Then I'll be here for you until the flat fills up, and then we'll have to open a window.

From:

eyediot

[Where he'd been kneeling in front of Algric, Jon shifts to more properly settle and sit there. On the floor.]

I'd... Algric, I'd really. Rather not right now. Please.

From:

curriculum_fictae

[ Oh, Jon. Algric gentles then, moving to sit next to him. ]

Of course. We can - we can pretend to be normal? Watch a movie and - and cuddle?

[ His cheeks burn a bit at that last part. ]

From:

eyediot

'Normal'.

Just two universe displaced monsters trying to pretend to be human.

[He doesn't.. mean any insult or anything. It's just been so long since he's had to care about anyone else's feelings, he lost that filter a while back.]

Why not.

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curriculum_fictae

[ Yeah, uh. That hurt, Jon? You can't just say that, even if it's true.

But he has no arguments, only quiet sadness. ]

Yes. Two - two monsters.

[ One past hope, the other slowly regaining his. But as he looks at Jon, he realises that ... he kind of has to be monstrous, doesn't he? Or rather - he's going to have a choice. And choosing his humanity likely means not choosing Jon. ]

From:

eyediot

[He can hear it in his voice. That was the wrong thing. Jon looks up at him, all apologies in his eyes, already starting to get a little glassy-eyed with how close he was to breaking just a moment ago.]

...I'm sorry, I-- didn't. Mean that.

[He chances reaching for Algric's hand, taking it easy if he doesn't... want that.]

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curriculum_fictae

[ Oh no, don't start. Algric instantly grabs Jon's hand tightly, clinging to it. He shakes his head. ]

No. No, it's - the truth, isn't it? You'd have to Know by now.

[ It's sort of a question? And sort of not a question. ]

I'm already a monster, aren't I?

[ He is sitting on the very edge of that particular cliff. But he hasn't decided to jump yet. ]

From:

eyediot

[Jon watches him carefully, letting him take his hand. He sounds ...almost afraid.]

Do... Do you want me to Know?

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curriculum_fictae

[ Does he? Does he really? Some part of him doesn't want to know, but the other ...

The other has to be sure, lest he risk everyone else. In the end, he nods slightly. ]

Yes. Yes, I do.

From:

eyediot

[Jon watches him, just to... be sure. No second guesses. He squeezes Algric's hand and shifts to look at him properly, the green going over his eyes.

He sees the fog there. The all-encompassing fog surrounding him, covering like a blanket. Where Elias would rip through it with no remorse or care, Jon carefully peels back a small corner. Just to peek. There are other threads: a snaking, swirling spiral of curls; the ice cold core of the Lonely; and of course that green, ever present Eye on the lookout, wanting to not be seen. It works in perfect tandem with the Lonely's fog, really. He sees.... some slapdash work on his mind, a healing wound with a softer bandage over it. His past-self's handiwork, looks like. He wonders what happened there.

But.

He blinks, the green gone and swallows.]

You're... close. On the edge. I think... If we could find the right counter to the Lonely, you'd have one shot at going back. But just the one.

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curriculum_fictae

[ Algric watches, morbidly fascinated, as Jon's eyes go green and terrible for a moment. Even that gentle pressure on his mind makes him wince; Elias's wound is mercifully bandaged, but it's still sore. And, as glad as he is for past Jon's help, it was his first attempt. Such things are clumsy.

Then it's over and - oh. Oh, that gives him hope. Not much hope, but that just means it's realistic, right? ]

B-but it's - it's possible. I could be human. If. If I found a way back.

[ Relief and uncertainty in equal measure. ]

From:

eyediot

...If you found a way back, yes.

[He... If Algric went back to being human, Jon doesn't know what that means for them, together.

The care he took in that was a little more exertion than he'd intended to use. He squeezes Algric's hand again.]

There's still a chance for you.

From:

curriculum_fictae

[ It's ... a choice. It may be the choice that defines what he is, in fact. Does he stay with the past trio, accepting friendship and companionship that he never had in this timeline? Or does he leave it to stay with his Jon?

Is there a way to do both? He doesn't know. ]

I - I'm glad to know. That I still have a choice.

[ He grips Jon's hand hard. ]

But I'm not making any choices tonight. Other than - than to decide which episode of the Great British Bakeoff we're watching.

From:

eyediot

[Jon wasn't expecting any big decision to be made tonight.

But he does smile at that.]

...A Nadiya episode is the only correct answer.

From:

curriculum_fictae

You really do Know everything.

[ Algric gently reaches a hand out for Jon's face. ]

From:

eyediot

[His everything softens, leaning into his touch.]

Only because you asked. Come on.

[He turns his head to his palm before pushing himself to his feet, one hand to Algric's elbow to help ease him up.

Doesn't take but a few minutes to get set up on the couch, one Algric-chosen episode up and going. Jon... finally feels like he can relax. He'd been wire-tension anxiety and on edge since he woke up in Hilltop, but now... feels like the time he can let it go a little.]

From:

curriculum_fictae

[ It is very cozy here, isn't it? With their mugs of tea, the blankets and pillows that already piled on the couch for some reason, and the television ready and waiting for them. Algric himself is warm and soft, especially wherever Jon makes contact.

Despite saying he wants to watch the programme, Algric can't possibly have a good view with his face turned into Jon's shoulder. But somehow, he still seems utterly content. ]

From:

eyediot

[Even with him sitting like that, Jon keeps an arm around Algric's shoulders. He didn't think he'd get to have this in... Ever. Since everything started going so, so horribly wrong at the Institute those years ago. For a while, Jon has his cheek resting against the top of Algric's head. But at some point around the end of a technical challenge, his head is up straight.

He's not making any sound, his face straight ahead at the tv. But the slowest flow of tears down his face. He forces his breath steady, thumbing circles into Algric's shoulder.

He's fairly certain he won't stop.]

From:

curriculum_fictae

[ It takes Algric a moment to realise what's happening. He's so soft and warm and content that he's nearly asleep, and definitely dozing against Jon's shoulder. Then something wet splashes close to his face, and he blinks awake again. What... is there a leak? Is it the upstairs neighbor again?

Then he looks up, and. Oh. He watches for a moment, unsure of how to interrupt. If he should interrupt. He doesn't move, but instead only speaks softly: ]

Jon?

From:

eyediot

[He's so caught up in his own head, his own horrors, he almost doesn't register the voice right next to him.

His eyes flutter quickly, a sharp breath but the tears don't stop.]

S-sorry. Was- Should I move? Are you uncomfortable?

From:

curriculum_fictae

N-no, no I - I'm not. It's all right, Jon.

[ He straightens a little, moving to get behind him properly. And leaning up to smooth tears away with one cheek. ]

From:

eyediot

[He closes his eye on that side, a few more tears squeezing out because... Really, he did warn that he probably wouldn't stop.]

I'm--... You don't have to.