[RL Locked to Q] A Little Fractured

[glowy_brows]

Jordan had no idea what he was doing. All he knew was that Q was in serious trouble, possibly hurt very badly, and he needed Jordan's help desperately. The omnipotent being mentioned something about the planet. He must have meant Oban.

Jordan closed his eyes and willed himself to return to the planet that he now shared his soul with. Oban, the

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[omnipotent_me]

Q waved slowly in space like spider silk in the wind. His mind huddled inside behind hastily constructed barriers, but he had too little strength to do much else.

He could hear a sonorous voice, felt the warmth of a familiar being reaching out to him. And through the endless layers of the multiverse, he could feel a fragment of the power of Oban. He leaned toward it and reached out to Jordan.

His thoughts were garbled and poorly shielded. They buzzed and screeched in mental static.

T-t-t-take me there. it hurts Grab, take my the teeth in my flesh hand, lead me through the planes for I am blind never again, never again please Jordan, please Avatar, please Oban, pull me in.

[glowy_brows]

Jordan flinched slightly at the sound of Q's thoughts. But even the static whine of his fractured consciousness could not blot out Oban's effulgent chorus. Physically, he spread his arms outward, as if about to embrace some invisible form. Mentally, he focused on that tiny consciousness floating in the ether.

I am here. Don't worry. I'll lead you home.

Jordan enfolded Q's consciousness and slowly drew it toward him. It was like trying to cup a sphere of water that might suddenly slip though his fingers if he exerted even the slightest pressure. The young Avatar concentrated on holding Q's essence together without spilling a single drop.

[omnipotent_me]

Q's consciousness filtered through the infinite planes, sliding down to Oban, held by Jordan's concentrated will alone.

But for an entity that existed beyond the physical universe, words like "through" and "down" had little meaning. A dark aperture like a mote of shadow opened near Jordan, and an invisible presence slid out of it. Q's form could not be seen but it was eerily extant, and felt far larger than a human. It hung heavily in the open space of the Womb; thin swirling threads of plasma belied its presence, but could only be seen if Jordan concentrated hard enough.

Q began taking in the energy Oban emitted immediately. To Jordan it felt like a rush of air filling a vacuum. Already the static of his thoughts began to fade.

Leave. You will get hurt if you don't. Leave it here. I will be with you there.

[glowy_brows]

All right, Jordan thought. Take as much as you need. Oban is a source of infinite energy. She'll take care of you.

Jordan wondered briefly if the swirling threads of plasma was Q's "true" form, or if he even possessed a true form at all before willing himself back to his private apartments. He sat down on the edge of the bed and heaved a sigh. That little "rescue mission" had been more difficult than he first thought.

He stood and went to the wood-burning stove and put a kettle of water on. He could use a cup of tea right about now.