For Guy

[wanttosmashitup]

Kim threw the pen down onto the desk and dropped his head into his hands. He was trying to sort through some of the documents from the Island Council office to create a more in depth history for the museum. But while he was getting a lot of data, there was no background, no depth. No human element that truly created history

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[patriotqueen]

Guy felt strange - and it wasn't due to the four drinks he had drunk for breakfast. He had accidentally contemplated his life on the island and in those few horrid seconds of self-reflection he had come to the conclusion that his life in England was starting to look like the past. So many years had passed, that it had become the past. This might not seem a revelation, but Guy felt very disturbed by it.

He met Kim at his desk for one purpose only; to get back to the old days by means of liquor and stories. "Drink?" He asked, but it wasn't quite a question.

[wanttosmashitup]

Kim looked up and a half drunk Guy was like the answer his prayers. Well, hurried prayers in a moment of duress that one usually doesn't mean perhaps. "Please." Was the obvious answer.

[patriotqueen]

Guy had always known he was the answer to Kim's silent prayers... but that was a matter for another time. For now, a drink!

He took a chair and set himself beside the desk. The two glasses he had brought with him, he placed on the desk and poured them both a home-made brew. Strong. That was all that mattered.

He looked at the papers on the desk. "How is it going?"

[wanttosmashitup]

As if to show how it was going, Kim lifted the glass and drank half of it in one go. It was horribly strong, to the point he winced slightly around the eyes, but it was exactly what he needed.

"It's a nightmare." Kim said harshly. "Oh I have a factual time line yes, but that tells me nothing. Not to mention it's a history mostly marked by natural disasters and island hijinks. Barely anything formed by humans themselves."

[patriotqueen]

"Surely that should be a warning in itself. When it is more likely to find a hurricane at the root of this world's greatest revolution than one of our own hands, then surely that is cause for worry," Guy said, but agreed with Kim and sat back. "I know, you know, but not enough ears are listening. We're the Churchill's of our island; we bark and warn and no one hears us." He liked comparing himself to Churchill, by far his favourite politician. "Better looking, though."

[wanttosmashitup]

Kim only rolled his eyes at the comparison to Churchill. "But what good would become of it? We don't even have a Hitler to warn them against to get them to act. As far as they are concerned, nature it their only enemy. I fear for the day the island gives them a real one." He took another long drink, letting the burn in his throat sooth the one in his head from too much thinking.

[patriotqueen]

Guy eyed his friend. "What would you do? If one showed up? If he showed up?" It had crossed his mind more than once.

[wanttosmashitup]

It had crossed Kim's mind as well. And since there was nothing to loose...he wouldn't make the same mistake he had with Franco, when /everything/ had been at stake. "Kill him. And then rather then submit myself to this island's self absorbed sense of justice, kill myself." Simple as that.

[patriotqueen]

Guy had thought of the same thing and concluded the same. Take a gun - of which there was an abundance on the island - and shoot him. So he nodded in agreement to that.

He had never considered the second, though. Occassionally (and drunkenly) he considered jumping off a cliff, but never too seriously. Not the following morning, in any case.

"You would?" He couldn't help but ask.

[wanttosmashitup]

"Yes" Kim said without any doubt. "In dying to kill Hitler, my life would have meaning again. To further the cause we sacrficed so much for at home. To finally /do/ something on this bloody fucking island." He took a long drink after that, to sooth the emotion in his voice. He was just so tired of doing /nothing/.

[patriotqueen]

Guy was not so certain. "But you wouldn't be here anymore," he remarked. "to enjoy the spoils of your victory."

It was a cause worth dying for, they had always all said the same. But that didn't mean they should actually die for it, did it?

[wanttosmashitup]

Kim laughed bitterly. "What spoils? To be locked in a tiny jail cell to rot for their naive belief of a blank slate for all? I think I'd rather die and hope I wake up at home to do the work we were meant for, Guy." No Kim didn't wanted to die...but he wanted to go home more. To get back work. This non-working...it was slowly killing him anyway.

[patriotqueen]

"You were meant for," Guy remarked. "We always saw that much. A 'valuable soul' they used to call you, Ant and Otto. Dramatics, of course, both of them." Fondness there. But fondness of a time past. One that didn't mean as much as it once did.

Perhaps this was why he was seeing England more and more like something of the past. Because he did see the point of fighting for a just world here. No matter how small the progress, there was always something. Always someone to argue with, to convince. No, it wasn't the grand Cause, but it was a cause.

This is why Guy had woken up knowing, quite distinctly, that this day would be better spent drunk. When did these thoughts begin for wishing to work in this boring small town filled with Americans?

[wanttosmashitup]

Dramatics perhaps, but a high compliment to Kim's ears as well. He knew he was meant for it and it meant a lot that Anthony and Otto, two men Kim looked up to and respected, thought the same.

England and his cause would never be the past for Kim. Instead, it was a very real ghost that haunted him. He couldn't get behind just any cause like Guy could...he needed one he believed in. And he'd never believed in anything so strongly as the destruction of fascism. Here was just wasted time.

Donald hadn't even wanted to be a spy. How unfair was it that he'd gotten to return home and Kim, who wanted it with all his being, was left here?

[patriotqueen]

Guy - after downing his drink - smiled a little. "It was fun toying with you a little." Moby Dick. Oh yes, much fun. Ah, the days.

[wanttosmashitup]

Kim laughed at the memory. "I know you did. It was a good joke." He'd been so eager then, so ready to get to work. He missed that feeling.

"Oh to be that young again."