Gone and Back Again Chapter 6A/? Glee/Torchwood Crossover
Title-Gone and Back Again
Disclaimer-Don't own Glee or Torchwood
Rating-Teen
Warnings-AU.Character death(Torchwood) Slash, Bullying and in later chapters maybe a bit of torture-Torchwood style. A couple of OC's. Kidnapping and a little violence (memory and in action) in this chapter.
Pairings-Eventual Kurt/Blaine Past Ianto/Jack-Past Gwen/Jack-Rhys/Gwen Unrequited Kurt/Jack.
Main Character/Focus-Kurt Hummel and his family. Ianto in a weird way as well
Summary- “Have you ever heard of reincarnation?”
“Reincarnation?” frowning Kurt scratched his head, “no I can’t say that I’ve heard of it.”
“Well,” Blaine licked his lips, “it’s the theory that-well, that people have lived past lives.”
Gone and Back Again Chapter 6A
Which leaves me with the office boy, promoted beyond his measure…lost without your master
Are you going to go back to him?
I came back for you…for all of you
How are you Ianto?
All the better for having you back, Sir
Are you asking me out on a date?
Interested?
Kurt gasped and sat up, hearts pounding. Running a hand through his hair Kurt looked at the clock,
"Six…"
Groaning he fell back onto his pillow, grinning. In a few hours Kurt would be in New York to board the plane that would take him to the London.
If it's alien, it's ours
Kurt can't wait.
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"You'll call as soon as you land?"
"Yes, Dad."
Burt frowned, "And you'll be careful? You won't go wandering around by yourself?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, "No Dad-I'll be sure to stick next to Blaine or his parents."
"Did you pack-"
"I practically packed my entire closet, Dad. I have my cell phone, my laptop, my IPod, all my chargers, my debit card, my passport, my ID, emergency contacts," Kurt shook his head, "Don't worry, Dad. I'll be fine."
Before his Dad could say anything more, Carole hugged him,
"I'm going to be miss you, Kurt," she gave her step-son a kiss, "take care ok?"
Kurt smiled and hugged Carole back,
"I will, don't worry," he turned to Finn "I'll try and find something interesting for you."
"Thanks, Man," Finn pulled him into a one armed hug, "I'll miss your cooking."
"Nice to know, Finn."
"Flight 254 from New York to London now boarding."
Kurt turned to his Dad,
"Bye Dad," Kurt hugged him, "Please take care of yourself ok?"
Burt gripped his shoulders tight, "I'll miss you buddy. Call as soon as you can, alright? Doesn't matter what time it is."
Nodding Kurt let go and grabbed the carry-on bag by his legs. With one last farewell, he goes to Blaine and his parents,
"Are you ready, Kurt?"
Blaine took his hand,
"I'm so ready," Kurt said.
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Mr. Anderson could never sleep on a plane. With five more hours left before they reached London, he decided to read another book to pass the time. Ten minutes later, Mr. Anderson heard mumbling. He looked to the side and saw Kurt hunched over a drawing,
"Kurt? Are you ok?"
His son's friend looked at him, eye's glassy.
"Haven't been to London-"Kurt scrunched up his nose, "not-Canary Wharf."
Blinking Kurt turned back to his drawing. A minute later he folded up the piece of paper, dropped it on the floor and went back to sleep. Curious Mr. Anderson picked up the paper,
"Phillip?" Maria touched his shoulder, yawning, "What is it?"
Mr. Anderson stared at the drawing,
"The tower."
His wife peered at the drawing,
"Oh my, Blaine was right! Kurt is good! It looks exactly how I remember."
"Mmm," Mr. Anderson carefully put the paper on Kurt's lap, "He is talented, yes."
Mrs. Anderson groaned,
"Are we almost there?"
"Just a few more hours."
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"Wow…" Kurt turned his head in all directions, "I'm here-I'm in London!"
Blaine came up next to him rubbing his eyes, "Indeed we are," he yawned, "Come one-our ride is here to take us home."
Before going home, they stopped at a restaurant to eat. The conversation was a little stilted at first but by the end, Kurt was really enjoying himself. By the time they reached the Anderson's home, it was midnight and all Kurt wanted to do was sleep. After being showed to his room Kurt put down his suitcases in a corner before crawling into his bed. As soon as his eyes closed, Kurt fell asleep.
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At four am, Blaine woke up. Grumbling he threw the covers off his body and squinted into his room. After a few seconds he heard a thump coming from Kurt's room. Rubbing his eyes Blaine got up and quietly knocked on Kurt's door,
"Kurt?"
When his friend didn't answer Blaine opened the door slowly. Kurt was lying on the ground sleeping. Frowning Blaine went up to him to shake him awake when something caught his eyes. Beside Kurt were a bunch of papers with odd drawings. Kneeling down Blaine took the papers and looked through the drawings. The first one was of the tower that used to stand in London. The next one was of the tower in ruins. Eye's wide Blaine moved to the next drawing before dropping the papers. A black woman was strapped to a kind of contraption, blood at the corner of her mouth and around her nose. At the bottom of the page was the name "Lisa Hallet". Kurt whined. Leaving the papers on the ground Blaine scooped Kurt up and placed him back on his bed. Blaine had seen all of friend's drawings. He'd be lying if he said they didn't scare him. They were so realistic, so terrifying. The people he drew had so much life. Kurt described them so realistically that Blaine is almost sure they existed. Sighing, Blain gently brushed Kurt's hair from his forehead,
"What goes through your head, Kurt?"
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The first day in London, Blaine dragged Kurt to Buckingham Palace. Kurt stood by the gate, enamored. After the palace Blaine took Kurt to the Sherlock Holmes museum where they spent a few hours. Kurt spent most of his time sketching the actors that had portrayed the famous detective over time and talking to Blaine. At one point, Blaine held his hand for a good ten minutes. They had gone back to Blaine's house to have dinner with his parents. After dinner they had a Sherlock Holmes marathon that lasted until three in the morning.
"Ugh," Blaine stood up, stretching, "bedtime I think."
"I think so," Kurt cracked his fingers, "do we need to wake up early or something tomorrow?"
"Nah-we can sleep in," Blaine smiled down at him, "Good-night, Kurt."
"Night Blaine."
Kurt waited until Blaine went into his room before going up to his. Too tired to bother with his daily moisturizing Kurt just climbed into bed before going to sleep.
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Running-running down the halls evading the cybermen, the daleks, find Lisa, find Lisa and go, run, go run. A bright light, a sucking wind, everything quiet and hazy. Lisa strapped to the machine, dying. Knocking out a guard, stealing a van and running-running to Cardiff to Torchwood 3-
Coughing Kurt jumped. Taking deep breaths he looked around the room. Clearing his throat Kurt got out of bed and went to splash water on his face. Before going back to sleep Kurt quickly sketched out Lisa.
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Four days before they left for Cardiff, Kurt accompanied Blaine and his parents to a fancy hotel ballroom with a bunch of people from Mr. Anderson's company. Kurt saw how Blaine slowly got more and more uncomfortable. Half way through the party Kurt managed to sneak Blaine out into the balcony.
"I thought you might need some fresh air," Kurt said when Blaine raised an eyebrow at him.
"Thanks," chuckling Blaine looked down at the street, "I really hate going to these parties. Everyone keeps asking me when I'll be taking over for my Dad and," Blaine closed his eyes, "It's tiring."
Kurt placed his hand over Blaine's,
"I'm sorry."
Blaine placed his other hand on top of Kurt's and faced him,
"Thanks for being here with me. It helps a lot."
"No problem."
A minute past and Blaine didn't let go of his hand. In fact, he got closer to Kurt, eyes darting all over the place,
"Kurt…I-"
"Yea?"
Blaine went to caress his cheek when-
"Oh there you boys are!"
Both Kurt and Blaine jumped apart. Mrs. Anderson laughed and grabbed both their hands,
"What are you doing out here? Come back inside!"
Blaine nodded and went in. Kurt groaned and ran a hand down his face before following his friend.
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A kiss on the lips, on his collarbone; the buttons of his shirt torn open, the heat of greenhouse, Jack's bruising grip-
Kurt grunted as he started to wake up,
On Jack's bed, the conference room, the archives, his home; the bed empty in the morning, the occasional chaste kiss, affectionate hug, never enough-
Stretching Kurt rubbed the sleep from his eyes before stepping out of bed and into the bathroom. An hour later there was a knock on his door,
"Come in."
Blaine came into view,
"Hello Kurt!" grinning Blaine came up to him, "are you ready to go? We can get breakfast at the café down the street if you want."
"Sounds like a plan."
When they exited the house, Kurt noticed the Anderson's car was gone,
"Your parents left?"
"Mhmm," Blaine murmured, "Breakfast with a client-so it'll be just us today."
Kurt sighed in mocked frustration, "Well if I must…"
Blaine laughed and held his hand all the way to the café. They ordered a full English breakfast and made plans for the rest of the day,
"I was thinking of taking you to this bookstore; I think you'll love it. They have a pretty big selection of art books," Blaine took a bite of toast, "after that, I was thinking we could go to Kensington Park. It's gorgeous this time of year."
Lisa dragging him trough the royal park, laughing and hanging off his arm, so full of life and love-
"Sounds great," Kurt sipped at his orange juice, "Can-can I make a suggestion?"
"Of course, Kurt."
"Could we…could we go visit the Canary Wharf memorial?"
A wall-a black, marble wall with the names of all the dead and missing. Flowers everywhere, so cold, so impersonal-
"If you really want to, we can go," Blaine said, "I've been there a couple of times over the years. One of my Dad's friend lost a son that day. We can go to the park, then the memorial, and then the bookstore. Sound good?"
"Yes."
Kensington Park was indeed gorgeous. Blaine and Kurt spent a good three hours just walking around. Before they left Kurt had bought a bouquet of white roses. As they got close to the memorial Blaine kept shooting him odd looks. When Blaine parked the car he turned to Kurt,
"You've been sleepwalking these past few nights."
Kurt blushed, "I'm sorry if I woke you up-"
Blaine shook his hand, "No, no it's fine Kurt. Don't worry about that," he paused, "I saw some of the things you've drawn."
Now Kurt was really worried,
"Oh?"
"You drew the tower."
"Ah," Kurt coughed, "I must have seen a picture of it somewhere."
Blaine nodded and didn't say anything else. The memorial was empty; Kurt didn't know if it was because of the time of day or people just didn't pay attention to it anymore.
He went once to the memorial-at the end of his suspension. The black wall gleamed and the few people there talked in whispers and as soon as he arrived he wanted to leave because he could still see his colleagues, trapped, dead, the smell of blood and oil, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa
Sniffling Kurt walked to the middle of the wall and gently placed the roses down. Blaine watched him for a second before reading the names on the wall, curious. After a couple of minutes of searching Blaine found what he was looking for,
Lisa Hallet
Gulping Blaine stepped back. Kurt came to his side,
"Are you ok, Blaine? You look kind of pale."
"I'm fine," Blaine tried to smile, "Just remembered something is all."
Kurt hummed and wiped a tear off his cheek. Blaine pulled him into a hug,
"Want to go check out that bookstore now or-?"
"I think that's a good idea," Kurt shivered and looked around, eyes a darker blue, "People don't care anymore; but they should. The 21st century is where it all changes."
Stomach tied in knots Blaine led Kurt to the bookstore. Kurt's brighten considerably once inside the store but Blaine continued to feel as though something was wrong. Kurt's drawing of the tower along with the sketch of Lisa could not have been a coincidence. Something was going on; something weird and a little scary. While Kurt browsed the Art section Blaine looked for books about reincarnation. Twenty minutes later Kurt came up to him, five books in his arms.
"Well, I'm ready to go. What about you Blaine?"
"Yea, I'm ready," he grinned, "let's go pay."
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That night Blaine went to bed an hour earlier, claiming exhaustion. After getting into his pajamas and locking the door Blaine retrieved the book he'd bought earlier in the day. Kurt had laughed when he read the cover and Blaine had felt a little stupid for buying it. Still…what Kurt knew and what he drew-it wasn't a product from an over reactive imagination-it couldn't be. Blaine read the book for thirty minutes but he didn't really learn anything. It was just cases about children talking about their "past" lives and having weird birthmarks. Dropping the book on the floor Blaine huffed and looked at the ceiling. Maybe he was overreacting-maybe Kurt saw the reports on the tower when it fell-maybe he read about it on-line, or did a report on it and came across Lisa's name.
Yea…yea that's it.
With that thought Blaine went to sleep.
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A couple of hours before leaving London, Kurt went through his most recent drawings. Lisa featured in a lot of them-there were a few of a man in a brown suit and glasses with wild hair and converse shoes. There was a TARDIS drawing as well as many cybermen and dalek sketches.
"Lisa…"
Kurt ran a hand down the woman's face. Every time he drew her, Kurt felt like crying, like throwing up, like running away and never coming back again.
"Kurt?"
"Hi Blaine," Kurt put his sketchbook into his bag, "are we leaving?"
"Yea," Blaine looked at his friend's suitcases, "do you need any help?"
"Please."
Blaine had been oddly quiet for a couple of days. Kurt had tried to find out what was wrong but his friend just said that everything was fine.
"Are you boys ready to go?" Mr. Anderson asked. Kurt nodded and lugged his suitcases outside and helped pile them into the car. It took close to three hours to get to Cardiff. Blaine and Kurt spent most of their time singing quietly in the back or playing silly made up games. They reached Cardiff around eight at night. Kurt wasn't that surprised that the Anderson's had another house in Cardiff. Apparently Mr. Anderson's company was doing VERY well.
"Oh boy," Mrs. Anderson said, "I am tired…" she patted Blaine's cheek, "I think I'm going to head to bed and sleep. We don't have any food but if you guys are hungry, Jubilee pizza delivers until 10 so," yawning Mrs. Anderson stretched, "Good-night Blaine. Good-night, Kurt."
"I think I'll join you," Mr. Anderson smiled, "we have a brunch with Iolo tomorrow. Best get some rest," he nodded to his son and Kurt, "good-night boys."
"So," Blaine said when his parents disappeared, "want to order that pizza then?"
Blood was running down the pizzas girl head…her eyes were blank, and her uniform was stained red, the "Jubilee" logo unreadable Lisa's body on the floor, bullets flying, Annie falling, dead, dead, dead-
Kurt grinned, "Sounds like a plan."
After ordering the pizza the boys sat down. Blaine took a deep breath and turned to his friend,
"Can I ask you something kind of weird and maybe…a little stupid?"
"Sure."
Blaine licked his lips,
"Have you ever heard of reincarnation?"
"Reincarnation?" frowning Kurt scratched his head, "no I can't say that I've heard of it."
"Well," Blaine licked his lips, "it's the theory that-well, that people have lived past lives."
Kurt laughed, "What?"
"You heard me."
"Past lives?"
Cringing Blaine chuckled,
"I know it sounds really stupid but," here Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, "Kurt-your drawings," his friend's eyes widen, "your drawings are very specific. That woman you drew-"
"Lisa?"
"Yes, Lisa…her name was on that memorial."
"The-the memorial?"
Blaine nodded, "In London; her name was there-Lisa Hallet."
Hands shaking Kurt slowly let go of Blaine's hand and laughed,
"That's-that's not funny, Blaine."
"Kurt I'm not trying to be funny."
"They're just DREAMS, Blaine," Kurt scoffed, "I'm sure that I must have researched the tower sometime in the past and-and maybe I came across her name or something. That doesn't mean anything."
Blaine got up and kneeled in front of Kurt,
"Did you really? Did you ever research what happened that day?"
Run, run avoid the Cybermen, avoid the daleks and find Lisa, don't look back, don't get caught, fight, fight, fight, run, run, run-
Putting a hand over his mouth Kurt ran to the bathroom, feeling sick. He slammed the door shut and threw up in the toilet.
Shoot her-or I'll shoot you
You're a monster
SHOOT HER
"Kurt? Kurt are you ok?" the door knob rattled, "Kurt!"
"I'm fine," spitting into the toilet once last time, Kurt leaned against the cupboards, "I'm fine."
Wiping his lips Kurt stood up and fumbled to turn on the sink. Bending down, Kurt rinsed his mouth until he could no longer taste vomit. As soon as Kurt opened the door Blaine pulled him into a hug,
"I'm so sorry, Kurt. I didn't realize-I'm sorry!"
"Blaine, Blaine," Kurt hugged back, "don't worry about it…just," Kurt chuckled, "they're just dreams."
Blaine's smile didn't reach his eyes,
"Of course…just dreams."
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Despite the headphones on his ears he could hear the conversations floating around-look at her, barely married and already lusting over another man-shouldn't she be dancing with her husband?-I knew it-I told Rhy's didn't I? I told him-
Stepping into Jack's arms, tense, uncomfortable, humiliated. Watching Jack watch Gwen from the corner of his eyes, stomach clenching, swallow the anger, I hate him, I hate him, I love him I love him
Coughing Kurt wakes up practically hyperventilating. When he could breathe normally Kurt went and showered.
Harsh, absent minded kisses, distant eyes, no affection, just hard-fast-
Drying his hair Kurt started his morning moisturizing routine,
After the daleks Jack had gone to his home where he had kissed him with something like love, caressed him, worshiped him, I love him, I love him, I love him
Sighing Kurt went to pick out his outfit for the day. When he finished dressing and fixing his hair Kurt went downstairs,
"Good morning Kurt," Mrs. Anderson greeted, "I was just about call you."
"Good morning Mrs. Anderson, Mr. Anderson," he smiled at them, "Morning, Blaine."
"Kurt," Blaine looked tired, "how are you this morning?"
"I'm good, thank you," Kurt sat down next to Blaine, "so, any plans for today?"
"We thought we'd take you boys out to eat," Mr. Anderson said, lowering his newspaper, "after that, Maria and I are going over to Mr. Jones house."
Jones-Ianto Jones
"What restaurant are we going to?"
"The one on Mermaid Quay-I can never remember the name."
Kurt blinked, "Mermaid Quay?"
"Remember I told you about it, Kurt?"
Watching the people walking by, never knowing or ignoring what went on, sometimes wishing he had never heard of Torchwood but knowing he wouldn't dream of doing anything else
"Oh right…I remember."
"It's beautiful, really," Mrs. Anderson said, "Near the ocean and everything. There's also a small garden there."
Kurt looked confused, "There is?"
"It's fairly new really," Mr. Anderson took a sip of his tea, "there used to be a tourist office there-"
Kurt felt faint,
"-some kind of gas leak. Anyways, they decided to put in a garden instead."
"It's kind of neat," Blaine grinned, "I think you'll like it."
Fucking Torchwood
"I'm sure I will."
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The restaurant was charming and the food looked delicious. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson talked about business while Kurt and Blaine talked about school or hobbies. Half-way through breakfast Kurt looked up and-
A man in an army coat was standing by the water tower. Kurt couldn't make out his face but he could make out the figure,
Kurt's heart plummeted,
Love the coat-Coffee-need any assistance sir-Death by Torchwood-first sign of exploding-wedding fairy-you're a monster-rats eating away at me-they're going to eat us-Jack leaving-Jack returning-Gray-daleks-weevils -betrayal-Jack and Gwen-cybermen-bomb-
"Sweetie, what's wrong?"
"Huh?"
Mrs. Anderson was looking at Kurt, worried,
"My God you're grey!" she grabbed his face, "and your cold. Are you ok? We can go if-"
"No I'm fine it's just-"Kurt laughed, "it's silly but, yesterday I got such a bad headache that I didn't eat so I'm just really hungry."
Blaine frowned and opened his mouth but Kurt cut him off,
"I'm sure I'll be better once I eat."
"If you say so," Mrs. Anderson said caressing his cheek. Kurt waited until her attention was back on her husband to look back at the water tower.
The man was gone.
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After breakfast they went back to the house. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson left shortly afterwards. Kurt didn't really feel like going out; he still felt somewhat shaky. Blaine suggested they spend the day watching movies and talking. Kurt could tell that his friend wanted to talk about what happened the night before and at breakfast; Kurt really didn't want to talk about it though. When Blaine's parents returned they walked around Mermaid Quay and talked about their Glee clubs. Kurt didn't see the man.
Chapter6B
Disclaimer-Don't own Glee or Torchwood
Rating-Teen
Warnings-AU.Character death(Torchwood) Slash, Bullying and in later chapters maybe a bit of torture-Torchwood style. A couple of OC's. Kidnapping and a little violence (memory and in action) in this chapter.
Pairings-Eventual Kurt/Blaine Past Ianto/Jack-Past Gwen/Jack-Rhys/Gwen Unrequited Kurt/Jack.
Main Character/Focus-Kurt Hummel and his family. Ianto in a weird way as well
Summary- “Have you ever heard of reincarnation?”
“Reincarnation?” frowning Kurt scratched his head, “no I can’t say that I’ve heard of it.”
“Well,” Blaine licked his lips, “it’s the theory that-well, that people have lived past lives.”
Gone and Back Again Chapter 6A
Which leaves me with the office boy, promoted beyond his measure…lost without your master
Are you going to go back to him?
I came back for you…for all of you
How are you Ianto?
All the better for having you back, Sir
Are you asking me out on a date?
Interested?
Kurt gasped and sat up, hearts pounding. Running a hand through his hair Kurt looked at the clock,
"Six…"
Groaning he fell back onto his pillow, grinning. In a few hours Kurt would be in New York to board the plane that would take him to the London.
If it's alien, it's ours
Kurt can't wait.
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"You'll call as soon as you land?"
"Yes, Dad."
Burt frowned, "And you'll be careful? You won't go wandering around by yourself?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, "No Dad-I'll be sure to stick next to Blaine or his parents."
"Did you pack-"
"I practically packed my entire closet, Dad. I have my cell phone, my laptop, my IPod, all my chargers, my debit card, my passport, my ID, emergency contacts," Kurt shook his head, "Don't worry, Dad. I'll be fine."
Before his Dad could say anything more, Carole hugged him,
"I'm going to be miss you, Kurt," she gave her step-son a kiss, "take care ok?"
Kurt smiled and hugged Carole back,
"I will, don't worry," he turned to Finn "I'll try and find something interesting for you."
"Thanks, Man," Finn pulled him into a one armed hug, "I'll miss your cooking."
"Nice to know, Finn."
"Flight 254 from New York to London now boarding."
Kurt turned to his Dad,
"Bye Dad," Kurt hugged him, "Please take care of yourself ok?"
Burt gripped his shoulders tight, "I'll miss you buddy. Call as soon as you can, alright? Doesn't matter what time it is."
Nodding Kurt let go and grabbed the carry-on bag by his legs. With one last farewell, he goes to Blaine and his parents,
"Are you ready, Kurt?"
Blaine took his hand,
"I'm so ready," Kurt said.
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Mr. Anderson could never sleep on a plane. With five more hours left before they reached London, he decided to read another book to pass the time. Ten minutes later, Mr. Anderson heard mumbling. He looked to the side and saw Kurt hunched over a drawing,
"Kurt? Are you ok?"
His son's friend looked at him, eye's glassy.
"Haven't been to London-"Kurt scrunched up his nose, "not-Canary Wharf."
Blinking Kurt turned back to his drawing. A minute later he folded up the piece of paper, dropped it on the floor and went back to sleep. Curious Mr. Anderson picked up the paper,
"Phillip?" Maria touched his shoulder, yawning, "What is it?"
Mr. Anderson stared at the drawing,
"The tower."
His wife peered at the drawing,
"Oh my, Blaine was right! Kurt is good! It looks exactly how I remember."
"Mmm," Mr. Anderson carefully put the paper on Kurt's lap, "He is talented, yes."
Mrs. Anderson groaned,
"Are we almost there?"
"Just a few more hours."
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"Wow…" Kurt turned his head in all directions, "I'm here-I'm in London!"
Blaine came up next to him rubbing his eyes, "Indeed we are," he yawned, "Come one-our ride is here to take us home."
Before going home, they stopped at a restaurant to eat. The conversation was a little stilted at first but by the end, Kurt was really enjoying himself. By the time they reached the Anderson's home, it was midnight and all Kurt wanted to do was sleep. After being showed to his room Kurt put down his suitcases in a corner before crawling into his bed. As soon as his eyes closed, Kurt fell asleep.
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At four am, Blaine woke up. Grumbling he threw the covers off his body and squinted into his room. After a few seconds he heard a thump coming from Kurt's room. Rubbing his eyes Blaine got up and quietly knocked on Kurt's door,
"Kurt?"
When his friend didn't answer Blaine opened the door slowly. Kurt was lying on the ground sleeping. Frowning Blaine went up to him to shake him awake when something caught his eyes. Beside Kurt were a bunch of papers with odd drawings. Kneeling down Blaine took the papers and looked through the drawings. The first one was of the tower that used to stand in London. The next one was of the tower in ruins. Eye's wide Blaine moved to the next drawing before dropping the papers. A black woman was strapped to a kind of contraption, blood at the corner of her mouth and around her nose. At the bottom of the page was the name "Lisa Hallet". Kurt whined. Leaving the papers on the ground Blaine scooped Kurt up and placed him back on his bed. Blaine had seen all of friend's drawings. He'd be lying if he said they didn't scare him. They were so realistic, so terrifying. The people he drew had so much life. Kurt described them so realistically that Blaine is almost sure they existed. Sighing, Blain gently brushed Kurt's hair from his forehead,
"What goes through your head, Kurt?"
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The first day in London, Blaine dragged Kurt to Buckingham Palace. Kurt stood by the gate, enamored. After the palace Blaine took Kurt to the Sherlock Holmes museum where they spent a few hours. Kurt spent most of his time sketching the actors that had portrayed the famous detective over time and talking to Blaine. At one point, Blaine held his hand for a good ten minutes. They had gone back to Blaine's house to have dinner with his parents. After dinner they had a Sherlock Holmes marathon that lasted until three in the morning.
"Ugh," Blaine stood up, stretching, "bedtime I think."
"I think so," Kurt cracked his fingers, "do we need to wake up early or something tomorrow?"
"Nah-we can sleep in," Blaine smiled down at him, "Good-night, Kurt."
"Night Blaine."
Kurt waited until Blaine went into his room before going up to his. Too tired to bother with his daily moisturizing Kurt just climbed into bed before going to sleep.
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Running-running down the halls evading the cybermen, the daleks, find Lisa, find Lisa and go, run, go run. A bright light, a sucking wind, everything quiet and hazy. Lisa strapped to the machine, dying. Knocking out a guard, stealing a van and running-running to Cardiff to Torchwood 3-
Coughing Kurt jumped. Taking deep breaths he looked around the room. Clearing his throat Kurt got out of bed and went to splash water on his face. Before going back to sleep Kurt quickly sketched out Lisa.
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Four days before they left for Cardiff, Kurt accompanied Blaine and his parents to a fancy hotel ballroom with a bunch of people from Mr. Anderson's company. Kurt saw how Blaine slowly got more and more uncomfortable. Half way through the party Kurt managed to sneak Blaine out into the balcony.
"I thought you might need some fresh air," Kurt said when Blaine raised an eyebrow at him.
"Thanks," chuckling Blaine looked down at the street, "I really hate going to these parties. Everyone keeps asking me when I'll be taking over for my Dad and," Blaine closed his eyes, "It's tiring."
Kurt placed his hand over Blaine's,
"I'm sorry."
Blaine placed his other hand on top of Kurt's and faced him,
"Thanks for being here with me. It helps a lot."
"No problem."
A minute past and Blaine didn't let go of his hand. In fact, he got closer to Kurt, eyes darting all over the place,
"Kurt…I-"
"Yea?"
Blaine went to caress his cheek when-
"Oh there you boys are!"
Both Kurt and Blaine jumped apart. Mrs. Anderson laughed and grabbed both their hands,
"What are you doing out here? Come back inside!"
Blaine nodded and went in. Kurt groaned and ran a hand down his face before following his friend.
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A kiss on the lips, on his collarbone; the buttons of his shirt torn open, the heat of greenhouse, Jack's bruising grip-
Kurt grunted as he started to wake up,
On Jack's bed, the conference room, the archives, his home; the bed empty in the morning, the occasional chaste kiss, affectionate hug, never enough-
Stretching Kurt rubbed the sleep from his eyes before stepping out of bed and into the bathroom. An hour later there was a knock on his door,
"Come in."
Blaine came into view,
"Hello Kurt!" grinning Blaine came up to him, "are you ready to go? We can get breakfast at the café down the street if you want."
"Sounds like a plan."
When they exited the house, Kurt noticed the Anderson's car was gone,
"Your parents left?"
"Mhmm," Blaine murmured, "Breakfast with a client-so it'll be just us today."
Kurt sighed in mocked frustration, "Well if I must…"
Blaine laughed and held his hand all the way to the café. They ordered a full English breakfast and made plans for the rest of the day,
"I was thinking of taking you to this bookstore; I think you'll love it. They have a pretty big selection of art books," Blaine took a bite of toast, "after that, I was thinking we could go to Kensington Park. It's gorgeous this time of year."
Lisa dragging him trough the royal park, laughing and hanging off his arm, so full of life and love-
"Sounds great," Kurt sipped at his orange juice, "Can-can I make a suggestion?"
"Of course, Kurt."
"Could we…could we go visit the Canary Wharf memorial?"
A wall-a black, marble wall with the names of all the dead and missing. Flowers everywhere, so cold, so impersonal-
"If you really want to, we can go," Blaine said, "I've been there a couple of times over the years. One of my Dad's friend lost a son that day. We can go to the park, then the memorial, and then the bookstore. Sound good?"
"Yes."
Kensington Park was indeed gorgeous. Blaine and Kurt spent a good three hours just walking around. Before they left Kurt had bought a bouquet of white roses. As they got close to the memorial Blaine kept shooting him odd looks. When Blaine parked the car he turned to Kurt,
"You've been sleepwalking these past few nights."
Kurt blushed, "I'm sorry if I woke you up-"
Blaine shook his hand, "No, no it's fine Kurt. Don't worry about that," he paused, "I saw some of the things you've drawn."
Now Kurt was really worried,
"Oh?"
"You drew the tower."
"Ah," Kurt coughed, "I must have seen a picture of it somewhere."
Blaine nodded and didn't say anything else. The memorial was empty; Kurt didn't know if it was because of the time of day or people just didn't pay attention to it anymore.
He went once to the memorial-at the end of his suspension. The black wall gleamed and the few people there talked in whispers and as soon as he arrived he wanted to leave because he could still see his colleagues, trapped, dead, the smell of blood and oil, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa
Sniffling Kurt walked to the middle of the wall and gently placed the roses down. Blaine watched him for a second before reading the names on the wall, curious. After a couple of minutes of searching Blaine found what he was looking for,
Lisa Hallet
Gulping Blaine stepped back. Kurt came to his side,
"Are you ok, Blaine? You look kind of pale."
"I'm fine," Blaine tried to smile, "Just remembered something is all."
Kurt hummed and wiped a tear off his cheek. Blaine pulled him into a hug,
"Want to go check out that bookstore now or-?"
"I think that's a good idea," Kurt shivered and looked around, eyes a darker blue, "People don't care anymore; but they should. The 21st century is where it all changes."
Stomach tied in knots Blaine led Kurt to the bookstore. Kurt's brighten considerably once inside the store but Blaine continued to feel as though something was wrong. Kurt's drawing of the tower along with the sketch of Lisa could not have been a coincidence. Something was going on; something weird and a little scary. While Kurt browsed the Art section Blaine looked for books about reincarnation. Twenty minutes later Kurt came up to him, five books in his arms.
"Well, I'm ready to go. What about you Blaine?"
"Yea, I'm ready," he grinned, "let's go pay."
()
That night Blaine went to bed an hour earlier, claiming exhaustion. After getting into his pajamas and locking the door Blaine retrieved the book he'd bought earlier in the day. Kurt had laughed when he read the cover and Blaine had felt a little stupid for buying it. Still…what Kurt knew and what he drew-it wasn't a product from an over reactive imagination-it couldn't be. Blaine read the book for thirty minutes but he didn't really learn anything. It was just cases about children talking about their "past" lives and having weird birthmarks. Dropping the book on the floor Blaine huffed and looked at the ceiling. Maybe he was overreacting-maybe Kurt saw the reports on the tower when it fell-maybe he read about it on-line, or did a report on it and came across Lisa's name.
Yea…yea that's it.
With that thought Blaine went to sleep.
()
A couple of hours before leaving London, Kurt went through his most recent drawings. Lisa featured in a lot of them-there were a few of a man in a brown suit and glasses with wild hair and converse shoes. There was a TARDIS drawing as well as many cybermen and dalek sketches.
"Lisa…"
Kurt ran a hand down the woman's face. Every time he drew her, Kurt felt like crying, like throwing up, like running away and never coming back again.
"Kurt?"
"Hi Blaine," Kurt put his sketchbook into his bag, "are we leaving?"
"Yea," Blaine looked at his friend's suitcases, "do you need any help?"
"Please."
Blaine had been oddly quiet for a couple of days. Kurt had tried to find out what was wrong but his friend just said that everything was fine.
"Are you boys ready to go?" Mr. Anderson asked. Kurt nodded and lugged his suitcases outside and helped pile them into the car. It took close to three hours to get to Cardiff. Blaine and Kurt spent most of their time singing quietly in the back or playing silly made up games. They reached Cardiff around eight at night. Kurt wasn't that surprised that the Anderson's had another house in Cardiff. Apparently Mr. Anderson's company was doing VERY well.
"Oh boy," Mrs. Anderson said, "I am tired…" she patted Blaine's cheek, "I think I'm going to head to bed and sleep. We don't have any food but if you guys are hungry, Jubilee pizza delivers until 10 so," yawning Mrs. Anderson stretched, "Good-night Blaine. Good-night, Kurt."
"I think I'll join you," Mr. Anderson smiled, "we have a brunch with Iolo tomorrow. Best get some rest," he nodded to his son and Kurt, "good-night boys."
"So," Blaine said when his parents disappeared, "want to order that pizza then?"
Blood was running down the pizzas girl head…her eyes were blank, and her uniform was stained red, the "Jubilee" logo unreadable Lisa's body on the floor, bullets flying, Annie falling, dead, dead, dead-
Kurt grinned, "Sounds like a plan."
After ordering the pizza the boys sat down. Blaine took a deep breath and turned to his friend,
"Can I ask you something kind of weird and maybe…a little stupid?"
"Sure."
Blaine licked his lips,
"Have you ever heard of reincarnation?"
"Reincarnation?" frowning Kurt scratched his head, "no I can't say that I've heard of it."
"Well," Blaine licked his lips, "it's the theory that-well, that people have lived past lives."
Kurt laughed, "What?"
"You heard me."
"Past lives?"
Cringing Blaine chuckled,
"I know it sounds really stupid but," here Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, "Kurt-your drawings," his friend's eyes widen, "your drawings are very specific. That woman you drew-"
"Lisa?"
"Yes, Lisa…her name was on that memorial."
"The-the memorial?"
Blaine nodded, "In London; her name was there-Lisa Hallet."
Hands shaking Kurt slowly let go of Blaine's hand and laughed,
"That's-that's not funny, Blaine."
"Kurt I'm not trying to be funny."
"They're just DREAMS, Blaine," Kurt scoffed, "I'm sure that I must have researched the tower sometime in the past and-and maybe I came across her name or something. That doesn't mean anything."
Blaine got up and kneeled in front of Kurt,
"Did you really? Did you ever research what happened that day?"
Run, run avoid the Cybermen, avoid the daleks and find Lisa, don't look back, don't get caught, fight, fight, fight, run, run, run-
Putting a hand over his mouth Kurt ran to the bathroom, feeling sick. He slammed the door shut and threw up in the toilet.
Shoot her-or I'll shoot you
You're a monster
SHOOT HER
"Kurt? Kurt are you ok?" the door knob rattled, "Kurt!"
"I'm fine," spitting into the toilet once last time, Kurt leaned against the cupboards, "I'm fine."
Wiping his lips Kurt stood up and fumbled to turn on the sink. Bending down, Kurt rinsed his mouth until he could no longer taste vomit. As soon as Kurt opened the door Blaine pulled him into a hug,
"I'm so sorry, Kurt. I didn't realize-I'm sorry!"
"Blaine, Blaine," Kurt hugged back, "don't worry about it…just," Kurt chuckled, "they're just dreams."
Blaine's smile didn't reach his eyes,
"Of course…just dreams."
()
Despite the headphones on his ears he could hear the conversations floating around-look at her, barely married and already lusting over another man-shouldn't she be dancing with her husband?-I knew it-I told Rhy's didn't I? I told him-
Stepping into Jack's arms, tense, uncomfortable, humiliated. Watching Jack watch Gwen from the corner of his eyes, stomach clenching, swallow the anger, I hate him, I hate him, I love him I love him
Coughing Kurt wakes up practically hyperventilating. When he could breathe normally Kurt went and showered.
Harsh, absent minded kisses, distant eyes, no affection, just hard-fast-
Drying his hair Kurt started his morning moisturizing routine,
After the daleks Jack had gone to his home where he had kissed him with something like love, caressed him, worshiped him, I love him, I love him, I love him
Sighing Kurt went to pick out his outfit for the day. When he finished dressing and fixing his hair Kurt went downstairs,
"Good morning Kurt," Mrs. Anderson greeted, "I was just about call you."
"Good morning Mrs. Anderson, Mr. Anderson," he smiled at them, "Morning, Blaine."
"Kurt," Blaine looked tired, "how are you this morning?"
"I'm good, thank you," Kurt sat down next to Blaine, "so, any plans for today?"
"We thought we'd take you boys out to eat," Mr. Anderson said, lowering his newspaper, "after that, Maria and I are going over to Mr. Jones house."
Jones-Ianto Jones
"What restaurant are we going to?"
"The one on Mermaid Quay-I can never remember the name."
Kurt blinked, "Mermaid Quay?"
"Remember I told you about it, Kurt?"
Watching the people walking by, never knowing or ignoring what went on, sometimes wishing he had never heard of Torchwood but knowing he wouldn't dream of doing anything else
"Oh right…I remember."
"It's beautiful, really," Mrs. Anderson said, "Near the ocean and everything. There's also a small garden there."
Kurt looked confused, "There is?"
"It's fairly new really," Mr. Anderson took a sip of his tea, "there used to be a tourist office there-"
Kurt felt faint,
"-some kind of gas leak. Anyways, they decided to put in a garden instead."
"It's kind of neat," Blaine grinned, "I think you'll like it."
Fucking Torchwood
"I'm sure I will."
()
The restaurant was charming and the food looked delicious. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson talked about business while Kurt and Blaine talked about school or hobbies. Half-way through breakfast Kurt looked up and-
A man in an army coat was standing by the water tower. Kurt couldn't make out his face but he could make out the figure,
Kurt's heart plummeted,
Love the coat-Coffee-need any assistance sir-Death by Torchwood-first sign of exploding-wedding fairy-you're a monster-rats eating away at me-they're going to eat us-Jack leaving-Jack returning-Gray-daleks-weevils -betrayal-Jack and Gwen-cybermen-bomb-
"Sweetie, what's wrong?"
"Huh?"
Mrs. Anderson was looking at Kurt, worried,
"My God you're grey!" she grabbed his face, "and your cold. Are you ok? We can go if-"
"No I'm fine it's just-"Kurt laughed, "it's silly but, yesterday I got such a bad headache that I didn't eat so I'm just really hungry."
Blaine frowned and opened his mouth but Kurt cut him off,
"I'm sure I'll be better once I eat."
"If you say so," Mrs. Anderson said caressing his cheek. Kurt waited until her attention was back on her husband to look back at the water tower.
The man was gone.
()
After breakfast they went back to the house. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson left shortly afterwards. Kurt didn't really feel like going out; he still felt somewhat shaky. Blaine suggested they spend the day watching movies and talking. Kurt could tell that his friend wanted to talk about what happened the night before and at breakfast; Kurt really didn't want to talk about it though. When Blaine's parents returned they walked around Mermaid Quay and talked about their Glee clubs. Kurt didn't see the man.
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