Somehere Only We Knew Prologue
Title: Somewhere Only We Knew
Author: Trintiys_Sin
Pairings/Characters: Finn/Kurt, Blaine/Sam, Lancelot/Gwen, Arthur/Merlin, Eleventh Doctor, Amy/Rory
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/ Spoilers: spoiler warning for Glee, Merlin and Doctor Who, just to be safe, all episodes.
Summary: Finn’s got one last chance to set everything right.
Prologue
He sighs deeply, heavily dropping his head back against the seat so that he can stare out the window at the expanse of clouds. They have so much more shape when you're looking at them from above. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to push the butterflies out of his stomach and the adrenaline from his veins. He needs to calm down so he can stay focused on the task at hand. It's dangerous to think of the people he's left behind in shattered pieces. He can't dwell on the relationship he worked so hard for but will ultimately lose. He has to stop puzzling over the mysteries that make up the last two years of his life.
He's seen things that will both haunt and astound him. He has been to places that no one has reached before. He fought monster that people would not even dream up in their nightmares no less comprehend or accept. And despite the odds he won while simultaneously losing everything. A pale, lifeless face flashes to the forefront of his mind causing his to grip the armrest so hard his knuckles turn white. He can’t think about it. It’s in the past now; he can’t be lost in thoughts of the past when he has the future to worry about. He slowly opens his eyes, in time to watch a stewardess make her way down the aisle towards him.
She is a mousy sort of person. Her head bowed, long dark brown hair swinging in front of her pale face. She stops at his, thankfully empty, row, flashing him a quick smile. “Would like anything to eat, sir?” she asks softly, her dark eyes flickering between his face and the floor. He smiles reassuringly, or so he hopes, deciding she isn’t a threat but declines her offer. She nods and starts to turn away but halts, tipping her head to the side. “What about him?” she tries, small hand fluttering to indicate something in his lap. He freezes, one hand slipping into his pocket to finger the cold metal device.
The ‘him’ she is gesturing to is a small boy curled up in his lap. The child’s head is tucked under his head, chestnut strands of hair tickling his neck. Wiry, thin arms are wrapped loosely around his waist, a tiny hand clutching the back of his shirt. The boy is asleep. The man’s jaw clenches, his free hand moving to pull the kid closer, protectively. He has misread this seemingly shy, soft-spoken lady. Because no matter how nice she is it doesn’t deter from the fact that nobody is supposed to be able to see the child. “In a cave under the crumpled kingdom,” he speaks cautiously.
“Emrys no longer resides,” she responds smoothly. He lets out a sigh of relief, she is one of them. “You should be more careful about who you trust,” she chides before smiling, dark eyes twinkling fondly. She nods her head to the little boy, “Food?”
“A little something for later,” he suggests. She bobs her head actually walking away this time. He moves his hand out of his pocket to wrap around the boy, stealthily trying to shift him. The boy squirms in his sleep, emitting a quiet whimper as he tries to regain the closeness with the man. The guy smiles sadly at the action, breathing deeply, once more, as memories start to flood his mind.
“Here you go, sir,” the girl says, snapping him out of his reverie. She is perched on the seat beside him, holding out a bag of animal crackers. He tucks them into his pocket for when the child wakes up. He expects the lady to go back to doing her job. Instead she just sits there, legs crossed and eyes scanning the passengers. He even thinks the approaching stewardess is there to yell at her, yet she only stops to ask him if he would like anything. She doesn’t seem to see the lady at all! How is that even possible?
“I’m like him,” she hums, eyes drifting to the boy, “unseen by most until the spell wears off.” She giggles at his flabbergasted expression, a gentle finger coming up to close his mouth. He has only met one other person who answered question before they were asked. Does that mean she’s like him? “Yepp,” she hums, head tilting to one side. “I might not be as great as him but I’m like him. I am here to make sure you get to your destination.” She beams at him and they fall into a comfortable silence. The kid remains asleep. The man loses himself to the passing clouds and planning the future.
It is not till he catches glimpses of the earth beneath the clouds that she speaks again. “Next time you see him,” she starts drawing his attention to her. She is standing now. Hands clasped in front of her, demurely her head is raised. Her dark eyes lock on to his. “Tell him the Lady of the Lake ensured your safe passage.”
He nods, not sure if he should tell her he is not sure when he’ll see him again. Her smile turns secretive and knowing and he remembers she can hear his thoughts. If she can do that perhaps she can also read the future. She turns away, taking a few steps before turning around. “Oh and Mr. Hudson, Mr. Hummel,” she directs the last part to the child, who is blinking open blue-green eyes.
“Welcome to England.”
Notes: I just want to know what you guys think of this idea! So if/when you review I want constructive criticism! Was to build the story, though this part might have been confusing since I don’t use any names till the end and because the prologue is supposed to put questions in your head! Also I’m looking for someone interested in being my Beta for this. I have a lot of ideas and I need someone to bounce them off and keep me focused.
Author: Trintiys_Sin
Pairings/Characters: Finn/Kurt, Blaine/Sam, Lancelot/Gwen, Arthur/Merlin, Eleventh Doctor, Amy/Rory
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/ Spoilers: spoiler warning for Glee, Merlin and Doctor Who, just to be safe, all episodes.
Summary: Finn’s got one last chance to set everything right.
Prologue
He sighs deeply, heavily dropping his head back against the seat so that he can stare out the window at the expanse of clouds. They have so much more shape when you're looking at them from above. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to push the butterflies out of his stomach and the adrenaline from his veins. He needs to calm down so he can stay focused on the task at hand. It's dangerous to think of the people he's left behind in shattered pieces. He can't dwell on the relationship he worked so hard for but will ultimately lose. He has to stop puzzling over the mysteries that make up the last two years of his life.
He's seen things that will both haunt and astound him. He has been to places that no one has reached before. He fought monster that people would not even dream up in their nightmares no less comprehend or accept. And despite the odds he won while simultaneously losing everything. A pale, lifeless face flashes to the forefront of his mind causing his to grip the armrest so hard his knuckles turn white. He can’t think about it. It’s in the past now; he can’t be lost in thoughts of the past when he has the future to worry about. He slowly opens his eyes, in time to watch a stewardess make her way down the aisle towards him.
She is a mousy sort of person. Her head bowed, long dark brown hair swinging in front of her pale face. She stops at his, thankfully empty, row, flashing him a quick smile. “Would like anything to eat, sir?” she asks softly, her dark eyes flickering between his face and the floor. He smiles reassuringly, or so he hopes, deciding she isn’t a threat but declines her offer. She nods and starts to turn away but halts, tipping her head to the side. “What about him?” she tries, small hand fluttering to indicate something in his lap. He freezes, one hand slipping into his pocket to finger the cold metal device.
The ‘him’ she is gesturing to is a small boy curled up in his lap. The child’s head is tucked under his head, chestnut strands of hair tickling his neck. Wiry, thin arms are wrapped loosely around his waist, a tiny hand clutching the back of his shirt. The boy is asleep. The man’s jaw clenches, his free hand moving to pull the kid closer, protectively. He has misread this seemingly shy, soft-spoken lady. Because no matter how nice she is it doesn’t deter from the fact that nobody is supposed to be able to see the child. “In a cave under the crumpled kingdom,” he speaks cautiously.
“Emrys no longer resides,” she responds smoothly. He lets out a sigh of relief, she is one of them. “You should be more careful about who you trust,” she chides before smiling, dark eyes twinkling fondly. She nods her head to the little boy, “Food?”
“A little something for later,” he suggests. She bobs her head actually walking away this time. He moves his hand out of his pocket to wrap around the boy, stealthily trying to shift him. The boy squirms in his sleep, emitting a quiet whimper as he tries to regain the closeness with the man. The guy smiles sadly at the action, breathing deeply, once more, as memories start to flood his mind.
“Here you go, sir,” the girl says, snapping him out of his reverie. She is perched on the seat beside him, holding out a bag of animal crackers. He tucks them into his pocket for when the child wakes up. He expects the lady to go back to doing her job. Instead she just sits there, legs crossed and eyes scanning the passengers. He even thinks the approaching stewardess is there to yell at her, yet she only stops to ask him if he would like anything. She doesn’t seem to see the lady at all! How is that even possible?
“I’m like him,” she hums, eyes drifting to the boy, “unseen by most until the spell wears off.” She giggles at his flabbergasted expression, a gentle finger coming up to close his mouth. He has only met one other person who answered question before they were asked. Does that mean she’s like him? “Yepp,” she hums, head tilting to one side. “I might not be as great as him but I’m like him. I am here to make sure you get to your destination.” She beams at him and they fall into a comfortable silence. The kid remains asleep. The man loses himself to the passing clouds and planning the future.
It is not till he catches glimpses of the earth beneath the clouds that she speaks again. “Next time you see him,” she starts drawing his attention to her. She is standing now. Hands clasped in front of her, demurely her head is raised. Her dark eyes lock on to his. “Tell him the Lady of the Lake ensured your safe passage.”
He nods, not sure if he should tell her he is not sure when he’ll see him again. Her smile turns secretive and knowing and he remembers she can hear his thoughts. If she can do that perhaps she can also read the future. She turns away, taking a few steps before turning around. “Oh and Mr. Hudson, Mr. Hummel,” she directs the last part to the child, who is blinking open blue-green eyes.
“Welcome to England.”
Notes: I just want to know what you guys think of this idea! So if/when you review I want constructive criticism! Was to build the story, though this part might have been confusing since I don’t use any names till the end and because the prologue is supposed to put questions in your head! Also I’m looking for someone interested in being my Beta for this. I have a lot of ideas and I need someone to bounce them off and keep me focused.