F for Future
Who : Cal and Niko Leandros
Fandom : Caliban Leandros Series
Word Count : 264
Rating : General
Author note: Basically, a Time Travel AU. minviendha made me do it. Based on H.G. Wells.
So here we go again, damn it.
I hate the nausea that comes with it when we get to destination with that damn machine of Rafferty's. He'd shown up one day with it, and ever since, the paranormal detective business had taken on a whole new dimension.
LITERALLY.
I mean, the Auphe didn't start up with the arrival of television, no. They'd been around for so long that everywhere, in every single hit of human history, the legacy of Daddy Dearest could be found. I wish I could say found and erased, but it's not that way, oh no.
When you've seen the future, cynicism just gets moved on to a whole new level. Really.
It's just luck that we got out. Really. It was almost too good to be true, with the beautiful little people, innocent and perfect in so many ways. They came to use with garlands of flowers, kissed our faces, worshiped us. One of them was a redhead - what's with me and redheads? She took my hand and I didn't quite manage to say no.
Then the night came.
She smelled good, I found. Too good. Like sweet cherries waiting to be plucked from a tree. And then they came. Tap tap tap. I tried to save her, I swear I did, but then they'd gone into a tunnel, and they were off, and Niko said he'd fixed the machine and we had to go now.
And now I wonder.
Maybe I should have just stayed and joined. Seriously. What's the use, now?
I'm just a monster like them.
Fandom : Caliban Leandros Series
Word Count : 264
Rating : General
Author note: Basically, a Time Travel AU. minviendha made me do it. Based on H.G. Wells.
So here we go again, damn it.
I hate the nausea that comes with it when we get to destination with that damn machine of Rafferty's. He'd shown up one day with it, and ever since, the paranormal detective business had taken on a whole new dimension.
LITERALLY.
I mean, the Auphe didn't start up with the arrival of television, no. They'd been around for so long that everywhere, in every single hit of human history, the legacy of Daddy Dearest could be found. I wish I could say found and erased, but it's not that way, oh no.
When you've seen the future, cynicism just gets moved on to a whole new level. Really.
It's just luck that we got out. Really. It was almost too good to be true, with the beautiful little people, innocent and perfect in so many ways. They came to use with garlands of flowers, kissed our faces, worshiped us. One of them was a redhead - what's with me and redheads? She took my hand and I didn't quite manage to say no.
Then the night came.
She smelled good, I found. Too good. Like sweet cherries waiting to be plucked from a tree. And then they came. Tap tap tap. I tried to save her, I swear I did, but then they'd gone into a tunnel, and they were off, and Niko said he'd fixed the machine and we had to go now.
And now I wonder.
Maybe I should have just stayed and joined. Seriously. What's the use, now?
I'm just a monster like them.