FUTURE - First Impressions
Title: First Impressions
Pairing/Characters: Matt Anderson, Gideon Anderson, OCs
Genre: Gen
Rating: U
Summary: Its the first time Matt meets him.
A/N: This is another oneshot in my PPF Future series. It's to be read after First Through and before New. Not beta'd and I am ill with sodding ear infections so there will be mistakes. I just wanted to post these up...enjoy.
They hadn’t expected to find a thriving civilization.
No one on the team expected to go through to a time that closely resembled theirs, but here they were.
Here was London, ravaged beyond recognition except for few left over parts of key landmarks and monuments. The sun was blocked out by thick toxic clouds and only a blurred yellow outline of it indicated it was day not night. Winds howled and blew up dirt and debris, it was so harsh goggles, masks and scarves had to be worn to cover their faces.
The environment was still toxic but as the team scouted round, there were no signs of predators or indeed any other kind of creatures.
The man found the team first. He was a lone wanderer just ambling around in the dust storm without a care in the world, holding a long metal cylinder and muttering to himself. None of the team saw him until the last second, when he gave Matt a sharp shove that sent him crashing to the ground.
“You shouldn’t be out here!” His words spat in anger and an accusing finger pointed directly at Matt as the man stood over him, wielding the cylinder like a club. “What are you doing out here? No one leaves the compound but me!”
“We didn’t come from the compound!”
Gideon’s words made the man back away and hug the cylinder close to his chest. His masked face looked at Gideon before turning to Captain Sadler, Matt and the other members of the team in turn.
“You didn’t come from there? You’re not from my compound? Where did you come from?”
Gideon stepped in front of Matt, he held up his hand to keep back the others and he slowly waved his palm to get them to lower their weapons. It was a typical move for Gideon he always wanted to be the first to make contact with whatever lay on the other side of the anomalies. No matter what the danger.
Matt had a feeling inside telling him that something wasn’t right.
“Dad!”
“It’s okay, son.” Gideon reassured Matt with a pat on his shoulder before addressing the man. “We’re not from the compound. We’re from very far away. Could we go to your compound and get out of this storm? None of us are going to survive if we’re caught in it.”
The man was very adverse to that idea, he was going to say no and he turned to abandon them but when the wind suddenly picked up, when everyone noticed a cyclone building up in the not too far distance, he waved them on to follow.
When they were safe inside, Matt took off his mask. He saw crowds of people; he saw a place that he never thought could exist. Compared to his time, this place was like a paradise. Over thirty people greeted them at the entrance, people who were clean and clothed, who looked well and nourished.
They were not afraid. They didn’t even appear to be injured, no creature bites or claw marks. Every one of them appeared to be healthy. There were even children. Happy, healthy children. He had never seen so many...it was a miracle if they survived in his time.
None of those people said a thing. They waited for answers from the man about these new visitors. They waited for him to unravel his wrappings and take off his goggles and when he did, Matt involuntarily took a step back.
He was a tall middle aged man, his frame solid and broad, but without all the coverings protecting his head and when the long jacket slipped off him, Matt had a much better look at who he was. His long tatty hair was dusted with dirt and grey as was his thick bushy beard. His skin was caked with dirt too, but beneath the dark grime were his eyes. They were green like emeralds and just as sharp. They were frightening.
Matt’s first impressions upon seeing the man’s face was immediate dislike, a wrenching fear twisted in the pit of his stomach. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as instinct told him to keep away from this man. Far away.
A chill ran down his back.
“Welcome to my sanctuary,” The man opened his arms out in greeting and a smile came to his lips. It wasn’t a pleasant one “This is the only place left in London that remains untouched. I have kept it that way, I have made this community what it is. I know everyone, but I don’t know you. You’ve come through one of the anomalies, haven’t you?”
Don’t tell him. Don’t. Matt looked to his dad, his own eyes begged for his father not to answer.
It wasn’t Gideon who confirmed the man’s question and made his smile that much wider. It wasn’t Gideon or Matt who picked out the AOD from their pack. Sadler stepped forward and showed the device to the man. Those green eyes widened in desire. The man reached out a hand to touch at the smooth edges of the AOD and his fingertips merely skimmed the transparent casing before pulling away.
He breathed in an excited gasp. “You’re from the future?”
Don’t say anything more! Matt turned to Sadler and shook his head. Please don’t tell him!
Captain Ian Sadler wasn’t the brightest of men.
“Yeah. We’re from the year 2216.”
You eejit!
Matt couldn’t believe Sadler had said that, Gideon definitely disapproved, but then there was a huge boom of laughter and both of them were pulled into an embrace that had them squirming to get out of.
“That is fantastic! Oh gentlemen, this is a truly wonderful surprise! You should by all means stay!” The man squeezed Matt and Gideon one more time and finally released them. “You must refresh, eat and rest! My people will get you all that you need and then I can tell you everything you need to know!”
“What we need to know?” Matt asked. The man laughed and whacked him on the back.
“Well, we can all agree that knowing too much about the future is bad for us, but it’s clear you’ve forgotten your past! This is the year 2089 and there is a lot we can tell you, a lot you clearly don’t know!”
“We don’t know who you are, for starters.” Matt said.
The man smiled and wrapped an arm around Matt’s shoulders as he began to lead him and the others into the main section of the complex.
“Sonny, I’m the leader of these people, the only survivors in the whole of London. I made this sanctuary possible. I am Nathan Ackley.”
Somehow, Matt wasn’t entirely comforted by that.
Pairing/Characters: Matt Anderson, Gideon Anderson, OCs
Genre: Gen
Rating: U
Summary: Its the first time Matt meets him.
A/N: This is another oneshot in my PPF Future series. It's to be read after First Through and before New. Not beta'd and I am ill with sodding ear infections so there will be mistakes. I just wanted to post these up...enjoy.
They hadn’t expected to find a thriving civilization.
No one on the team expected to go through to a time that closely resembled theirs, but here they were.
Here was London, ravaged beyond recognition except for few left over parts of key landmarks and monuments. The sun was blocked out by thick toxic clouds and only a blurred yellow outline of it indicated it was day not night. Winds howled and blew up dirt and debris, it was so harsh goggles, masks and scarves had to be worn to cover their faces.
The environment was still toxic but as the team scouted round, there were no signs of predators or indeed any other kind of creatures.
The man found the team first. He was a lone wanderer just ambling around in the dust storm without a care in the world, holding a long metal cylinder and muttering to himself. None of the team saw him until the last second, when he gave Matt a sharp shove that sent him crashing to the ground.
“You shouldn’t be out here!” His words spat in anger and an accusing finger pointed directly at Matt as the man stood over him, wielding the cylinder like a club. “What are you doing out here? No one leaves the compound but me!”
“We didn’t come from the compound!”
Gideon’s words made the man back away and hug the cylinder close to his chest. His masked face looked at Gideon before turning to Captain Sadler, Matt and the other members of the team in turn.
“You didn’t come from there? You’re not from my compound? Where did you come from?”
Gideon stepped in front of Matt, he held up his hand to keep back the others and he slowly waved his palm to get them to lower their weapons. It was a typical move for Gideon he always wanted to be the first to make contact with whatever lay on the other side of the anomalies. No matter what the danger.
Matt had a feeling inside telling him that something wasn’t right.
“Dad!”
“It’s okay, son.” Gideon reassured Matt with a pat on his shoulder before addressing the man. “We’re not from the compound. We’re from very far away. Could we go to your compound and get out of this storm? None of us are going to survive if we’re caught in it.”
The man was very adverse to that idea, he was going to say no and he turned to abandon them but when the wind suddenly picked up, when everyone noticed a cyclone building up in the not too far distance, he waved them on to follow.
When they were safe inside, Matt took off his mask. He saw crowds of people; he saw a place that he never thought could exist. Compared to his time, this place was like a paradise. Over thirty people greeted them at the entrance, people who were clean and clothed, who looked well and nourished.
They were not afraid. They didn’t even appear to be injured, no creature bites or claw marks. Every one of them appeared to be healthy. There were even children. Happy, healthy children. He had never seen so many...it was a miracle if they survived in his time.
None of those people said a thing. They waited for answers from the man about these new visitors. They waited for him to unravel his wrappings and take off his goggles and when he did, Matt involuntarily took a step back.
He was a tall middle aged man, his frame solid and broad, but without all the coverings protecting his head and when the long jacket slipped off him, Matt had a much better look at who he was. His long tatty hair was dusted with dirt and grey as was his thick bushy beard. His skin was caked with dirt too, but beneath the dark grime were his eyes. They were green like emeralds and just as sharp. They were frightening.
Matt’s first impressions upon seeing the man’s face was immediate dislike, a wrenching fear twisted in the pit of his stomach. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as instinct told him to keep away from this man. Far away.
A chill ran down his back.
“Welcome to my sanctuary,” The man opened his arms out in greeting and a smile came to his lips. It wasn’t a pleasant one “This is the only place left in London that remains untouched. I have kept it that way, I have made this community what it is. I know everyone, but I don’t know you. You’ve come through one of the anomalies, haven’t you?”
Don’t tell him. Don’t. Matt looked to his dad, his own eyes begged for his father not to answer.
It wasn’t Gideon who confirmed the man’s question and made his smile that much wider. It wasn’t Gideon or Matt who picked out the AOD from their pack. Sadler stepped forward and showed the device to the man. Those green eyes widened in desire. The man reached out a hand to touch at the smooth edges of the AOD and his fingertips merely skimmed the transparent casing before pulling away.
He breathed in an excited gasp. “You’re from the future?”
Don’t say anything more! Matt turned to Sadler and shook his head. Please don’t tell him!
Captain Ian Sadler wasn’t the brightest of men.
“Yeah. We’re from the year 2216.”
You eejit!
Matt couldn’t believe Sadler had said that, Gideon definitely disapproved, but then there was a huge boom of laughter and both of them were pulled into an embrace that had them squirming to get out of.
“That is fantastic! Oh gentlemen, this is a truly wonderful surprise! You should by all means stay!” The man squeezed Matt and Gideon one more time and finally released them. “You must refresh, eat and rest! My people will get you all that you need and then I can tell you everything you need to know!”
“What we need to know?” Matt asked. The man laughed and whacked him on the back.
“Well, we can all agree that knowing too much about the future is bad for us, but it’s clear you’ve forgotten your past! This is the year 2089 and there is a lot we can tell you, a lot you clearly don’t know!”
“We don’t know who you are, for starters.” Matt said.
The man smiled and wrapped an arm around Matt’s shoulders as he began to lead him and the others into the main section of the complex.
“Sonny, I’m the leader of these people, the only survivors in the whole of London. I made this sanctuary possible. I am Nathan Ackley.”
Somehow, Matt wasn’t entirely comforted by that.