This will be a five chapter fic, four parts and an interlude between parts one and two. It's based off the Ludo EP, Broken Bride. At the end of each chapter I'll post a link to the corresponding song.
These are the parts so you'll know them when you see them:
Part I: Broken Bride
Save Our City
Part II: Tonight's the Night
Part III: The Lamb and the Dragon
Part IV: Morning in May
Warning: This fic is very AU. It involves violence, graphic horror scenes, suicide, and massive character death. I think a T rating would be safe.
Broken Bride
Part 1: Broken Bride
I take a deep breath and lean back against the coffee table. I’m finally finished after fifteen years of a ghostlike existence. I’ve been sleeping less than four hours a night, especially since I’ve been close to finishing, and when I do sleep there are nightmares. I’ve been putting less effort into my job, which I know is bad for my patients but I haven’t cared about any of that for quite awhile. For the past fifteen years, all I’ve cared about are my calculations, and I’ve wondered many times why I didn’t become an engineer instead of a doctor because then things would be so much easier, though I have a feeling it wouldn’t have really been easy either way.
But now I think I’m finished. I’ve checked my math again and again and I know I should check it one last time, but the prospect of getting to you that much sooner overpowers my instincts and climb inside my contraption, taking one last look at the apartment we shared. It’s unrecognizable now. The furniture is covered with a thick layer of dust from lack of use and most of it is pushed against the wall to make room for my work. Hoping I never have to see the living room like this again I shut the latch and flip the circuits on.
The next thing I know the circuits are failing. I’m losing control of my machine. The cosmic strings are a thin as rubber bands and they snap. I’m falling through mist. I taste something metallic. I realize it’s blood. I’m lying in mud. I roll over, wondering where I am, because this can’t possibly be the year 2008. The first thing I notice is the trees. They must be a hundred feet tall. The second thing I notice is the air. It’s thick and it’s it hard to breath. I hear what sounds like a scream in the distance. I don’t know what time I’m in, or if I’m even on the right planet for that matter, but I know that it’s drastically wrong. I am clearly no where near where I want to be.
I remember the moment I found out you were the one that had been in the bus crash. I thought House was losing it at first. I thought it couldn’t have possibly been you. You had been on call. But then I remember the messages I left you and that you hadn’t called me back. You always had your cell phone on you and you always returned calls. I remember when we found you critically injured at Princeton General. I remember the moment you died in my arms. I would give anything to get you back.
A gust of wind from behind me knocks me out of my trance, but I don’t think anything of it. I assume it’s just the weather. I don’t turn until I hear the screaming noise again, this time much closer. There’s some sort of giant bird, with a wingspan of at least forty feet closing in on me. I run. I have no idea where I’m going, but getting lost is still better than getting eaten. I can try to find my machine later.
I find myself at a cliff face and I notice that a few yard away there’s an opening that’s big enough for me to fit into comfortably, but not big enough for the creature. I drop down on all fours and crawl through the gap, praying there is nothing already living there. The cave is big once I am inside. I can stand up now, and better yet I am not hopelessly lost. I can see the clearing where I left my machine from the opening. Unfortunately the bird has lands outside the cave and doesn’t seem to be moving, but now that I get I closer look at it I discover that it is not a bird. It’s a pterodactyl. Finally I know where I am, but I’m not happy about it. I’ve landed when dinosaurs still roamed the earth.
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These are the parts so you'll know them when you see them:
Part I: Broken Bride
Save Our City
Part II: Tonight's the Night
Part III: The Lamb and the Dragon
Part IV: Morning in May
Warning: This fic is very AU. It involves violence, graphic horror scenes, suicide, and massive character death. I think a T rating would be safe.
Broken Bride
Part 1: Broken Bride
I take a deep breath and lean back against the coffee table. I’m finally finished after fifteen years of a ghostlike existence. I’ve been sleeping less than four hours a night, especially since I’ve been close to finishing, and when I do sleep there are nightmares. I’ve been putting less effort into my job, which I know is bad for my patients but I haven’t cared about any of that for quite awhile. For the past fifteen years, all I’ve cared about are my calculations, and I’ve wondered many times why I didn’t become an engineer instead of a doctor because then things would be so much easier, though I have a feeling it wouldn’t have really been easy either way.
But now I think I’m finished. I’ve checked my math again and again and I know I should check it one last time, but the prospect of getting to you that much sooner overpowers my instincts and climb inside my contraption, taking one last look at the apartment we shared. It’s unrecognizable now. The furniture is covered with a thick layer of dust from lack of use and most of it is pushed against the wall to make room for my work. Hoping I never have to see the living room like this again I shut the latch and flip the circuits on.
The next thing I know the circuits are failing. I’m losing control of my machine. The cosmic strings are a thin as rubber bands and they snap. I’m falling through mist. I taste something metallic. I realize it’s blood. I’m lying in mud. I roll over, wondering where I am, because this can’t possibly be the year 2008. The first thing I notice is the trees. They must be a hundred feet tall. The second thing I notice is the air. It’s thick and it’s it hard to breath. I hear what sounds like a scream in the distance. I don’t know what time I’m in, or if I’m even on the right planet for that matter, but I know that it’s drastically wrong. I am clearly no where near where I want to be.
I remember the moment I found out you were the one that had been in the bus crash. I thought House was losing it at first. I thought it couldn’t have possibly been you. You had been on call. But then I remember the messages I left you and that you hadn’t called me back. You always had your cell phone on you and you always returned calls. I remember when we found you critically injured at Princeton General. I remember the moment you died in my arms. I would give anything to get you back.
A gust of wind from behind me knocks me out of my trance, but I don’t think anything of it. I assume it’s just the weather. I don’t turn until I hear the screaming noise again, this time much closer. There’s some sort of giant bird, with a wingspan of at least forty feet closing in on me. I run. I have no idea where I’m going, but getting lost is still better than getting eaten. I can try to find my machine later.
I find myself at a cliff face and I notice that a few yard away there’s an opening that’s big enough for me to fit into comfortably, but not big enough for the creature. I drop down on all fours and crawl through the gap, praying there is nothing already living there. The cave is big once I am inside. I can stand up now, and better yet I am not hopelessly lost. I can see the clearing where I left my machine from the opening. Unfortunately the bird has lands outside the cave and doesn’t seem to be moving, but now that I get I closer look at it I discover that it is not a bird. It’s a pterodactyl. Finally I know where I am, but I’m not happy about it. I’ve landed when dinosaurs still roamed the earth.
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