Me needs your help! (Fanfiction Idea)
Thanks to the season finale (as devastating as it might have been) I'm writing again!
I have a little more than 200 words until now- and I have a problem:
As much as I want Jameron, the idea of John and Allison is kinda intriguing (much easier on the one hand but all the more complicated on the other in the same time^^).
Now I don't know if I want to make what I have so far into a one-shot or a longer fanfiction.
I really like both ideas I have, but I don't know if any Jameron fans would be interested in a John/Allison-Story.
So here is what I have so far; along with a poll.
Please help me with my decision ;-)
Please comment and tell me what you think I should do- I can't make polls since I have a Basic account =)
(and spare with me a bit- English is not my native language and once I have decided what to make of it, I'll give everything to a beta;-))
His Emerald City
by Claire Petrelli
His smile falters the moment he sees the dog’s frantic fawning.
It’s not supposed to be happy. It’s supposed to growl and to bark at the girl that is kneeling by its side. It’s supposed to alarm the others.
It’s supposed to hate her.
She looks up at him with friendly inquisitiveness, but without any sign of recognition.
The realisation hurts like someone has driven a red-hot spike through his heart.
That isn’t her.
This girl is not Cameron.
He remembers a sight that has long ago seared itself into his heart like a living picture- Cameron’s smile, beautiful and as bright as sunshine whilst leaning over a foosball table and her brown eyes, wide and full of fear as she asks the most ridiculous of questions:
“Did you hurt me…?"
Standing there and looking at the girl that once upon another timeline has lost her face to the enemy, it feels like a lifetime has passed since that day.
And it has, he tells himself, given that he has just jumped about seventeen years forward in time.
The expression of curiosity on her face slowly fades into one of confusion and John realises that the way he’s staring at her has to be creeping her out.
She doesn’t know there has been a time when he was allowed to catch the tiniest glimpse of her; echoing in the memory of a machine.
Allison, he recalls.
Allison from Palmdale...
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