bored.
Boooooooooooored. Wrote 2 stories, even. Don't like them very much, but I'm not a great judge. Not sure if I'm going to post the super-dark extra-twisted J/K/S fic, but this [genfic] one's not bad. And it's short.
Summary: Rescue comes at a price. No real spoilers.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no infringement, etc., etc.
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Velveteen Rabbit
by eponine119
June 5, 2005
Today is the last day of Walt's childhood.
He killed a man this morning. He had no other choice; he knows this. They would have killed him. They would have killed everyone. They had to be stopped, so he stopped them.
The rescue plane came amazingly fast. Walt was still breathless on the beach, trying to make his dad understand what had happened. He won't forget the look on his dad's face when they heard the plane. "They had a radio?" Michael cried. "They had a radio! Good job, little man! A radio!"
There hadn't been time for him to tell the truth. They had a radio, but it didn't usually work. But Walt knew they had to be rescued, because the island wasn't going to be here much longer.
Everyone congratulated him, like he'd saved them. No one wondered why the rescue plane wasn't trapped by the same forces that captured their plane, and the other planes and ships on the island. They were too happy to question it, just as their rescuers were too puzzled to wonder what the island was doing there.
Now, as the plane prepared for landing, Walt wondered what his life was going to be like. It was going to be weird. Not island-weird. Real life weird. Michael was his dad now. Walt was going to have to go to school. Make new friends. Make a life. One where he doesn't have the benefit of making things happen from time to time.
The plane bounces a little as the pilot sets it down. Walt looks at the faces that have become so familiar to him. None of them suspect the truth about the place they've been, but he knows. The island only existed in his imagination. Walt firmly believes this, and even when he's an old man he will continue to believe. His mother used to tell him that a child's imagination was a powerful thing.
So they had to leave the island today. Because Walt was no longer a child, after this morning. He could no longer believe with such power. He'll miss it, he knows, in the way that all children who have to grow up know what they're missing. Looking at the others, he thinks he might be the only one.
End.
Summary: Rescue comes at a price. No real spoilers.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no infringement, etc., etc.
Archive: Please ask first.
Velveteen Rabbit
by eponine119
June 5, 2005
Today is the last day of Walt's childhood.
He killed a man this morning. He had no other choice; he knows this. They would have killed him. They would have killed everyone. They had to be stopped, so he stopped them.
The rescue plane came amazingly fast. Walt was still breathless on the beach, trying to make his dad understand what had happened. He won't forget the look on his dad's face when they heard the plane. "They had a radio?" Michael cried. "They had a radio! Good job, little man! A radio!"
There hadn't been time for him to tell the truth. They had a radio, but it didn't usually work. But Walt knew they had to be rescued, because the island wasn't going to be here much longer.
Everyone congratulated him, like he'd saved them. No one wondered why the rescue plane wasn't trapped by the same forces that captured their plane, and the other planes and ships on the island. They were too happy to question it, just as their rescuers were too puzzled to wonder what the island was doing there.
Now, as the plane prepared for landing, Walt wondered what his life was going to be like. It was going to be weird. Not island-weird. Real life weird. Michael was his dad now. Walt was going to have to go to school. Make new friends. Make a life. One where he doesn't have the benefit of making things happen from time to time.
The plane bounces a little as the pilot sets it down. Walt looks at the faces that have become so familiar to him. None of them suspect the truth about the place they've been, but he knows. The island only existed in his imagination. Walt firmly believes this, and even when he's an old man he will continue to believe. His mother used to tell him that a child's imagination was a powerful thing.
So they had to leave the island today. Because Walt was no longer a child, after this morning. He could no longer believe with such power. He'll miss it, he knows, in the way that all children who have to grow up know what they're missing. Looking at the others, he thinks he might be the only one.
End.