Somewhere Only We Knew Chap. 2
Title: Somewhere Only We Knew
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Just say everything to be safe but if there are any they aren't going to be huge plot revelers for any of the three shows.
Summary: This is Finn's last chance to get it right.
Chapter Two:
Present-London
Amy huffs, leaning her forearms on the café table. She is baffled over the current situation. She knows the Doctor landed here because of the light brown haired boy sitting across from her. He doesn’t seem very special to her, though. Besides the fact that he seems more feminine, he isn’t too different from other boys his age. Yet he is the cause of some kind of paradox? She doesn’t quite believe it. The boys on either side of him, however, are relatively strange. For one they keep shooting her knowing glances and their eyes remind her of the Doctor’s. They are so much older than their bodies.
“Stop staring,” Rory whispers in her ear. She swats him away but leans back in her chair, just as the waitress sets their check down. The curly-haired boy, Blaine, picks it up before anyone else. He shoves a few twenties inside before handing it off the passing waitress.
“So,” Amy drawls as they all start to get ready to leave. “What are we doing today?” They all file out of the café, Sam falls into step beside her.
“Shopping. I promised Kurt I’d be his human Barbie doll today,” he answers, a light blush creeping into his cheeks.
“Ken doll,” Kurt corrects. “Makeovers are like crack to me! I can make-over him too,” he grins eyeing Rory. The man gulps at the intense glint in the teen’s eyes.
“Ah, no thanks,” he mumbles, walking slightly behind his wife. Kurt shrugs, unaffected.
“Darling,” Blaine says, slinging an arm around the birthday boy’s waist pulling him in close. “Don’t forget we need matching outfits for our anniversary next month.” It doesn’t shock Amy that they are a couple. They have been very touchy-feely with each other all breakfast.
“Blaine,” Sam groans. “Why do we have to match?”
The short brunette grins at him, grabbing his chin and turning it to him. He places a sweet kiss on the blonde’s lips, making him blush harder. ‘So scratch that,’ Amy thinks now realizing that Blaine and Sam are the couple. Rory makes a squawking sound as he trips over seemingly nothing. She turns to see if he is okay but something else catches her eye.
It’s a boy standing across the street from them. He is watching Kurt with a sad, hopeful kind of gaze. In fact the boy even looks like an older, more worn-out version of Kurt. His hair is in disarray, dirt smudging his face, accenting how much paler he is. There is a dark stain on his nice shirt, right at his heart. It is steadily getting larger, extending down his stomach. She back to his face to find him watching her now. He tilts his head to the side curiously. He opens his mouth.
“I’m okay!” Rory says popping up right into her line of vision.
“I see that,” Amy says, peering over his shoulder to glance at the boy. He is gone. Her gaze sweeps the street, searching for the look-a-like. He is nowhere in sight.
“You okay?” he asks, studying her with worried eyes.
“I’m fine,” she sighs, exasperated. She stops seeking the kid out to smile at her husband. He nods but the worry in his eyes doesn’t vanish.
“Alright, we should probably catch up,” Rory says jerking his head in the direction of the trio, who are half a block away. She nods and starts to follow him down the street. She takes one final glimpse across the street. The boy has reappered. He is mouthing one word over and over again, seemingly desperate for her to understand. She can’t hear him but she can read his lips. It not a word but a name:
Finn.
At Gwen’s House
“Finn,” Gwen says placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Calm down.”
“I can’t fucking ‘calm down’! He screwed up!” he shouts jabbing a finger in the Doctor’s direction. “He cost us two years of preparation! Kurt should be eighteen by now and fully ready to face what is coming! Now I don’t even know how long we have!”
“A month, give or take a week,” Merlin interjects sadly.
“A month,” Finn repeats falling back into his chair. “He doesn’t even have a single memory back.”
“I didn’t have a choice,” the Doctor speaks calmly. “The TARDIS is always getting stuff wrong, you should know that. By the time I realized, you guys had already established you selves in Gwen’s house hold and would have created another paradox! By the way nice family you’ve made for yourself Gwen,” he smiles at the dark-skinned woman.
The comment momentarily stuns Finn. Even though Kurt and him had been ‘family’ before all of this went down, he’s never thought of this gang of misfits as a family. He realizes now that for the past ten years that Sam, Blaine, Gwen and Lancelot have become his family. He slumps in defeat, propping his elbows on the table and letting his head fall into his hands.
“What are we going to do?” he whines.
“You had ten years to figure that out,” Arthur says, raising an eyebrow. Merlin pinches his arm, sending a pointed glare. The once and future king just shrugs, gaze remaining on Finn.
“I did. I meant what do we do about the memories and signs! Merlin’s spell was going to gradually release them over the two years!”
“Yes,” Merlin nods, thoughtfully. “But there is always away to break a spell!” He fiddles with a red neckerchief tied around his neck as he says, “It’s going to cause Kurt a lot of pain.”
“Isn’t there any other way?” he asks. He doesn’t want to hurt the boy. Miserably, the wizard shakes his head ‘no’.
“We don’t have time to find another way,” Arthur points out.
“Blondie is correct!” the Doctor shrugs, earning him a cold glare. “Right now, Kurt is waking up to his eighteenth birthday in America. So in a month, if you don’t do this, both will die.”
“Fine,” he growls. “What do I have to do?”
Merlin beams. “Basically, you have to make him fall in love with you again.”
Two Years Ago- Lima, Ohio
He’s completely disoriented. He is in a simple, white, hallway that seems to extend forever. Solid metal doors line the walls, all of them closed tight. He doesn’t know where or why he is there. His heart is racing and he feels jittery. As if he wants to move, go somewhere, find something. No not a something, a someone. Yes that’s it! He’s looking for someone.
He starts to move throughout the hallway, trying every door. The cold, metal knobs turn easily in hands. The doors gradually creeks open like the ones in scary movies right before they reveal the killer. Only these doors open to divulge an empty room. With each vacant room his heartbeat becomes louder in his ears, the antsy feeling in his gut grows. He needs to find this person, fast! As if to punctuate this need, the ‘tick tock’ of a clock resonates around the hall.
He feels like he has been running forever when the screaming starts. He has to stop mid-step to cover his ears from the dreadful sound. He knows it’s human, knows it’s who he is looking for, but it is so desperate and pain-filled that it brings tears to his eyes. ‘Oh God, what are they doing to him?’ he thinks, removing the tears with a swipe of his backhand. Another animalistic cry has him sprinting full speed ahead. He doesn’t even stop at every door now.
‘He just has to get to him. He has to get there before it’s too late.’ The mantra swirls around his head on repeat. He doesn’t know what to expect when he gets there or what to do. He just needs to be there, now! Finally, he reaches the end of the hallway, one last door in front of him. He reaches for the doorknob, twisting it in his clammy hands. Suddenly, the scream stops. The ticking clock has shut off too. The silence is deafening.
The room is white like all the other but it’s not empty. He rushes inside, straight for the white table that looks like it’s out of a dead-people-examiner’s office. The person he has been searching for is laying on it. He is dressed in what used to be a white gown. Now it’s soaked a deep red. There’s a whole in his chest, where the red is leaking from. His heart is gone. Lifeless blue-green eyes stare up accusingly at him.
“Kurt!” Finn screams, jolting up in his bed. It takes him a minute to realize that he is in his ‘bedroom’, Kurt’s basement, before he is kicking out of the tangle of sheets. He makes his way across the room to his almost step-brother’s bed. He’s in bed, curled up on his side under light blue sheets. But it isn’t enough for Finn. He finds himself pulling the covers away from the small boy’s frame, pushing him over slightly so he can run his hand down his chest.
“Finn?” Kurt says sleepily, when the taller teen tries to crawl into bed with him.
“Sorry,” he whispers, settling in to curl around Kurt. “Go back to sleep.” He is more than a little surprised when he does, without asking any further questions. He wraps his arms protectively around the soprano, nuzzling into his hair. This is how it starts for Finn. This is when he realizes he might just like Kurt more than a friend, more than a brother. And this is when he promises to protect him with his last dying breath.
A/N: Sorry this is late! I sort of had writers block during the last part. But I am seeing Glee live tomorrow so I figured I should post this to celebrate and worked through it! I am not British and only know things from what I read/watch so don't kill me if stuff isn't accurate (this goes for the rest of this story). Comments, whether they are just questions or feedback are my love and I appreciate them!
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Just say everything to be safe but if there are any they aren't going to be huge plot revelers for any of the three shows.
Summary: This is Finn's last chance to get it right.
Chapter Two:
Present-London
Amy huffs, leaning her forearms on the café table. She is baffled over the current situation. She knows the Doctor landed here because of the light brown haired boy sitting across from her. He doesn’t seem very special to her, though. Besides the fact that he seems more feminine, he isn’t too different from other boys his age. Yet he is the cause of some kind of paradox? She doesn’t quite believe it. The boys on either side of him, however, are relatively strange. For one they keep shooting her knowing glances and their eyes remind her of the Doctor’s. They are so much older than their bodies.
“Stop staring,” Rory whispers in her ear. She swats him away but leans back in her chair, just as the waitress sets their check down. The curly-haired boy, Blaine, picks it up before anyone else. He shoves a few twenties inside before handing it off the passing waitress.
“So,” Amy drawls as they all start to get ready to leave. “What are we doing today?” They all file out of the café, Sam falls into step beside her.
“Shopping. I promised Kurt I’d be his human Barbie doll today,” he answers, a light blush creeping into his cheeks.
“Ken doll,” Kurt corrects. “Makeovers are like crack to me! I can make-over him too,” he grins eyeing Rory. The man gulps at the intense glint in the teen’s eyes.
“Ah, no thanks,” he mumbles, walking slightly behind his wife. Kurt shrugs, unaffected.
“Darling,” Blaine says, slinging an arm around the birthday boy’s waist pulling him in close. “Don’t forget we need matching outfits for our anniversary next month.” It doesn’t shock Amy that they are a couple. They have been very touchy-feely with each other all breakfast.
“Blaine,” Sam groans. “Why do we have to match?”
The short brunette grins at him, grabbing his chin and turning it to him. He places a sweet kiss on the blonde’s lips, making him blush harder. ‘So scratch that,’ Amy thinks now realizing that Blaine and Sam are the couple. Rory makes a squawking sound as he trips over seemingly nothing. She turns to see if he is okay but something else catches her eye.
It’s a boy standing across the street from them. He is watching Kurt with a sad, hopeful kind of gaze. In fact the boy even looks like an older, more worn-out version of Kurt. His hair is in disarray, dirt smudging his face, accenting how much paler he is. There is a dark stain on his nice shirt, right at his heart. It is steadily getting larger, extending down his stomach. She back to his face to find him watching her now. He tilts his head to the side curiously. He opens his mouth.
“I’m okay!” Rory says popping up right into her line of vision.
“I see that,” Amy says, peering over his shoulder to glance at the boy. He is gone. Her gaze sweeps the street, searching for the look-a-like. He is nowhere in sight.
“You okay?” he asks, studying her with worried eyes.
“I’m fine,” she sighs, exasperated. She stops seeking the kid out to smile at her husband. He nods but the worry in his eyes doesn’t vanish.
“Alright, we should probably catch up,” Rory says jerking his head in the direction of the trio, who are half a block away. She nods and starts to follow him down the street. She takes one final glimpse across the street. The boy has reappered. He is mouthing one word over and over again, seemingly desperate for her to understand. She can’t hear him but she can read his lips. It not a word but a name:
Finn.
At Gwen’s House
“Finn,” Gwen says placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Calm down.”
“I can’t fucking ‘calm down’! He screwed up!” he shouts jabbing a finger in the Doctor’s direction. “He cost us two years of preparation! Kurt should be eighteen by now and fully ready to face what is coming! Now I don’t even know how long we have!”
“A month, give or take a week,” Merlin interjects sadly.
“A month,” Finn repeats falling back into his chair. “He doesn’t even have a single memory back.”
“I didn’t have a choice,” the Doctor speaks calmly. “The TARDIS is always getting stuff wrong, you should know that. By the time I realized, you guys had already established you selves in Gwen’s house hold and would have created another paradox! By the way nice family you’ve made for yourself Gwen,” he smiles at the dark-skinned woman.
The comment momentarily stuns Finn. Even though Kurt and him had been ‘family’ before all of this went down, he’s never thought of this gang of misfits as a family. He realizes now that for the past ten years that Sam, Blaine, Gwen and Lancelot have become his family. He slumps in defeat, propping his elbows on the table and letting his head fall into his hands.
“What are we going to do?” he whines.
“You had ten years to figure that out,” Arthur says, raising an eyebrow. Merlin pinches his arm, sending a pointed glare. The once and future king just shrugs, gaze remaining on Finn.
“I did. I meant what do we do about the memories and signs! Merlin’s spell was going to gradually release them over the two years!”
“Yes,” Merlin nods, thoughtfully. “But there is always away to break a spell!” He fiddles with a red neckerchief tied around his neck as he says, “It’s going to cause Kurt a lot of pain.”
“Isn’t there any other way?” he asks. He doesn’t want to hurt the boy. Miserably, the wizard shakes his head ‘no’.
“We don’t have time to find another way,” Arthur points out.
“Blondie is correct!” the Doctor shrugs, earning him a cold glare. “Right now, Kurt is waking up to his eighteenth birthday in America. So in a month, if you don’t do this, both will die.”
“Fine,” he growls. “What do I have to do?”
Merlin beams. “Basically, you have to make him fall in love with you again.”
Two Years Ago- Lima, Ohio
He’s completely disoriented. He is in a simple, white, hallway that seems to extend forever. Solid metal doors line the walls, all of them closed tight. He doesn’t know where or why he is there. His heart is racing and he feels jittery. As if he wants to move, go somewhere, find something. No not a something, a someone. Yes that’s it! He’s looking for someone.
He starts to move throughout the hallway, trying every door. The cold, metal knobs turn easily in hands. The doors gradually creeks open like the ones in scary movies right before they reveal the killer. Only these doors open to divulge an empty room. With each vacant room his heartbeat becomes louder in his ears, the antsy feeling in his gut grows. He needs to find this person, fast! As if to punctuate this need, the ‘tick tock’ of a clock resonates around the hall.
He feels like he has been running forever when the screaming starts. He has to stop mid-step to cover his ears from the dreadful sound. He knows it’s human, knows it’s who he is looking for, but it is so desperate and pain-filled that it brings tears to his eyes. ‘Oh God, what are they doing to him?’ he thinks, removing the tears with a swipe of his backhand. Another animalistic cry has him sprinting full speed ahead. He doesn’t even stop at every door now.
‘He just has to get to him. He has to get there before it’s too late.’ The mantra swirls around his head on repeat. He doesn’t know what to expect when he gets there or what to do. He just needs to be there, now! Finally, he reaches the end of the hallway, one last door in front of him. He reaches for the doorknob, twisting it in his clammy hands. Suddenly, the scream stops. The ticking clock has shut off too. The silence is deafening.
The room is white like all the other but it’s not empty. He rushes inside, straight for the white table that looks like it’s out of a dead-people-examiner’s office. The person he has been searching for is laying on it. He is dressed in what used to be a white gown. Now it’s soaked a deep red. There’s a whole in his chest, where the red is leaking from. His heart is gone. Lifeless blue-green eyes stare up accusingly at him.
“Kurt!” Finn screams, jolting up in his bed. It takes him a minute to realize that he is in his ‘bedroom’, Kurt’s basement, before he is kicking out of the tangle of sheets. He makes his way across the room to his almost step-brother’s bed. He’s in bed, curled up on his side under light blue sheets. But it isn’t enough for Finn. He finds himself pulling the covers away from the small boy’s frame, pushing him over slightly so he can run his hand down his chest.
“Finn?” Kurt says sleepily, when the taller teen tries to crawl into bed with him.
“Sorry,” he whispers, settling in to curl around Kurt. “Go back to sleep.” He is more than a little surprised when he does, without asking any further questions. He wraps his arms protectively around the soprano, nuzzling into his hair. This is how it starts for Finn. This is when he realizes he might just like Kurt more than a friend, more than a brother. And this is when he promises to protect him with his last dying breath.
A/N: Sorry this is late! I sort of had writers block during the last part. But I am seeing Glee live tomorrow so I figured I should post this to celebrate and worked through it! I am not British and only know things from what I read/watch so don't kill me if stuff isn't accurate (this goes for the rest of this story). Comments, whether they are just questions or feedback are my love and I appreciate them!