The Future Is Now (fic)
Title: The Future Is Now
Fandom: Misfits
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 861
Characters/Pairings: Simon/Alisha
Disclaimer: Don’t own.
Spoilers/Time Line: if you're all caught up you're okay.
Summery: I am the first one I deceive. If I can make myself believe, the rest is easy
Author’s Notes: for stainofmylove who wanted Simon/Alisha to the tune of Bright Eye's Devil in the Details. unbeta'd R&R please
He wondered when he would become the future version of himself. He never was who she wanted him to be. There was always him, the one who came before. There was always that, to be measured up against. But now anymore, because the light had gone out in her eyes. The light had gone out and he had watched it and in their sightlessness, he felt the change.
He was different now.
In the darkness there was a strange relief that their future had died with her. The relief made him sick and the first time he let himself recognize it for what it was, he threw up on his own shoes. Relief; that the weight had been lifted, that now there was nothing to build himself up to. No measure with which to be compared. He’d broken beyond it, with her death. Had been reborn into this …
The future is now.
Simon knew he had to go back to save her, to save them. He’d go back and not make the same stupid mistakes the other him had made. He would be better. He wouldn’t fuck it up.
Accept he had.
The first time he went back he was swimming in the dark. It was a long time when nothing happened at all and all he could do was watch.
Things started to happen after they dug up Nathan. The starting point. He was left down there longer than what Simon remembered. As soon as he came back the trouble started. Nathan’s mouth was more often the reason the group got in so much trouble. He said horrible things about Lucy and the old him said nothing, even though he knew what it was like. Lucy killed Curtis.
He had to go back.
The traveling took its toll. He’d go back and there was always something he’d miss. He watched his friends die over and over. He watched them get caught and be tortured and spilt apart and he didn’t remember any of these things. It hadn’t happen like this and he had to go back again and again until …
He finally got it right. He got everything timed out exactly that way it needed to happen. All that trial and error, all those mistakes and he had finally reached his point of perfection.
All he needed to do now was say goodbye.
*
He could admit that most of the reasons he’d needlessly messed up the timeline before, was when he’d been distracted, by her. It was all for her. And now that it was going to work and he just had to see her one last time.
*
Simon knew he was being was stupid. Batman would have been more careful. The people who came into the Batcave were always unconscious, whether they came or went. Batman had never been this idiotic with his identity. Batman had never been this in love. At least not with his women, Simon mused.
*
She was lovely, she was new. She was an untouched version of the woman he loved.
Alisha.
*
She would have questions; and he would answer them or he wouldn’t, but he would not lie to her. Not like she ha - not this one. This one he would save.
He touched her and he missed it. He didn’t think it would hurt this much.
*
There was a time when he waited for her, the time just before the third timer ran down, when he flickered. In that moment he knew what he was doing was wrong and he wanted to take it back, to start over.
“You can’t do this to me.” she said
~It has to be like this … so we can be together.~
Last time to get it right. If he got it wrong again, went back one more time, he’d lose his courage and just run away with her. He knew he would. Steady man, steady.
*
He asked her what she wanted.
She answered she didn’t know.
He knew he couldn’t wait for her to be sure.
She was just like he remembered, warm and soft. There was no ghost in this bed, just -the one he was creating- the two of them.
It was happening here and now, she was in his arms this time. In this time, his past and her now.
*
When he kissed her, there was tightness and a release all in one go. It was just suppose to be just a kiss, one and maybe a couple, but he was fooling himself if he thought he could only stop there. When she pulled away and it was then that he remembered to breathe.
He shouldn’t have brought her here, he knew that. Knew it was dangerous, but he doesn’t care anymore. This is what he came back for.
Her smell, her taste was almost to much to bare. Memories of the times they’d been together drifted up through his nose and laid on the back of his tongue. He devoured her.
Remember me Alisha. Remember this.
He thrust against her body, trying to spell it out against hers.
I miss you, Alisha. Oh how I never really knew you.