Following the results of the
poll we took last month (don't make it easy on us or anything, guys, haha!), we've decided to hold a comment fic meme once every three months. This gives everyone time to write and prompt to their heart's content, and allows us mods to keep up with y'all. And we're starting right now!
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*Metronome*
Consequences. Presequences. Midsequences. All the same thing when you have nothing. But time. Time, endless and absent. Nothing. Eternities of nothingness. Nanoseconds of whispered thought. Creation and destruction inhabiting his body as the universe plays out inside him. And outside: silence. Nothing. Eternities of nothingness. Each moment encompassing everything but meaning nothing. Effect without cause. Cause without effect.
It’s different now he’s back. Action followed by reaction. Consequence. One thing after another. Thud, thud, thud. His heart a metronome that keeps him here. It’s easier to follow than Dean’s voice. Dean’s voice that flows like syrup, too slow to understand, or flies by like the rumble of the Impala, familiar but gone too soon to recognise. Dean’s voice is the past. It’s childhood and safety and pain and love in a tangled ball.
Sam feels hands, warm and familiar. Sam sees a face. There’s a body next to him, the sensations almost unbearable. Touch followed by sensation. That’s how it works now. Sam bends his head and feels solid flesh covered in soft cotton and the thud, thud, thud of Dean’s heart. Unending. Eternal. Beating out the seconds. Maybe if he can keep listening, it will lead him out of the loops and whorls that try to snare him. Maybe Dean’s voice will sound like words, one after the other just like time should be. Second after second. Cause. Effect.
It won’t be anger on a deserted road followed by fireworks in a forest clearing followed by bright light and blood in a church. It won’t be nothingness stretching out into eternities every time he closes his eyes.
Thud, thud, thud.
One after the other after the other. Consequences. Action. Reaction. Time. All wrapped up in a familiar heartbeat.
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And I would never, ever say no to a second fill! Thank you.
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Brief but powerful!
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