[JMM] 12.5.3 - Lose something important
Feb. 13th, 2009 03:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changehistory[ooc: This was my, "WTF, the writers are being illogical, and that wouldn't happen" moment, of how, if they were going to insist on 3x06 "Dying of the Light" that this is how it should've gone instead. Because the way it happened made no logical sense. So, there, writers! Uh, possibly spoilery for that ep except AU ending?]
The man in the bed hooked up to the machines that were keeping him alive, though barely, was possibly the last person Adam Monroe expected to see. He stared, shock spreading across his face.
"I heard you were dead..." Glancing back at the doctor and then at the young man who'd brought him here, then back at Arthur, Adam still tried to piece it together. It wasn't hard to guess what Arthur wanted, looking at him there. His blood, obviously, to cure him from whatever had done this to him, to get him up off the bed and then...he must be the one behind the stealing of the formula. Whatever. Adam hardly cared, but it was interesting to consider that Arthur and Angela were pitted against each other.
Then Arthur's thoughts were in his head, dark and twisting inside of him, and for the first time in centuries, Adam knew real fear. "No..." He tried to back away, but the young man, impossibly strong, stopped him, dragging him forward and forcing him to kneel as Arthur reached for him. "Don't do this...!"
But he was doing it, his cold hands tight on Adam's, and he could feel energy pulling out of him, painful almost as it slid along his nerves and filled the man across from him. He struggled, but there was nothing he could do, no escape, and then, just as abruptly as it had begun, it was over. The young man released him, and he slumped slightly, staring up in horror as Arthur pulled the tube from his throat and sat up in the bed, casting a slight smirk at Adam.
"Ah, it feels good to breathe again."
"What have you done?"
"You know exactly what I've done..."
"But why...? I would have given you whatever blood you needed..."
"Very accommodating of you, Adam, but I'd rather be in charge of my own survival this time. But, thank you. For the thought. And the immortality. Knox will show you out. I'm sure you're eager to get a taste of freedom after all these years...consider it my thank you gift."
Adam pushed to his feet, staring at Arthur, trying not to let the horror he felt, the bits of himself that he felt were missing overwhelm him. "How could you do this to me?"
"It's nothing personal. You just had something I wanted." Arthur turned to go, then paused at the door, to glance back over his shoulder. "Oh, Adam...if you see Angela, do tell her I send my love, would you?"
He was gone, and Adam sagged slightly, leaning against the bedpost. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and drawing breath was nigh unto impossible, but Knox's fingers curled around his arm, pulling him back toward the door.
"I can take you back where I found you, if you want," he offered, with an air of indifference.
Numbness was spreading--was it shock, he wondered?--as Adam forced his feet to move, following him. Rage would follow, he was sure. And then a need for vengeance, to right this. But right now, he couldn't feel anything at all, but fear.
"It doesn't matter," he said. For the first time in three centuries, mortality was staring him in the face. "I'm a dead man anyway."
The man in the bed hooked up to the machines that were keeping him alive, though barely, was possibly the last person Adam Monroe expected to see. He stared, shock spreading across his face.
"I heard you were dead..." Glancing back at the doctor and then at the young man who'd brought him here, then back at Arthur, Adam still tried to piece it together. It wasn't hard to guess what Arthur wanted, looking at him there. His blood, obviously, to cure him from whatever had done this to him, to get him up off the bed and then...he must be the one behind the stealing of the formula. Whatever. Adam hardly cared, but it was interesting to consider that Arthur and Angela were pitted against each other.
Then Arthur's thoughts were in his head, dark and twisting inside of him, and for the first time in centuries, Adam knew real fear. "No..." He tried to back away, but the young man, impossibly strong, stopped him, dragging him forward and forcing him to kneel as Arthur reached for him. "Don't do this...!"
But he was doing it, his cold hands tight on Adam's, and he could feel energy pulling out of him, painful almost as it slid along his nerves and filled the man across from him. He struggled, but there was nothing he could do, no escape, and then, just as abruptly as it had begun, it was over. The young man released him, and he slumped slightly, staring up in horror as Arthur pulled the tube from his throat and sat up in the bed, casting a slight smirk at Adam.
"Ah, it feels good to breathe again."
"What have you done?"
"You know exactly what I've done..."
"But why...? I would have given you whatever blood you needed..."
"Very accommodating of you, Adam, but I'd rather be in charge of my own survival this time. But, thank you. For the thought. And the immortality. Knox will show you out. I'm sure you're eager to get a taste of freedom after all these years...consider it my thank you gift."
Adam pushed to his feet, staring at Arthur, trying not to let the horror he felt, the bits of himself that he felt were missing overwhelm him. "How could you do this to me?"
"It's nothing personal. You just had something I wanted." Arthur turned to go, then paused at the door, to glance back over his shoulder. "Oh, Adam...if you see Angela, do tell her I send my love, would you?"
He was gone, and Adam sagged slightly, leaning against the bedpost. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and drawing breath was nigh unto impossible, but Knox's fingers curled around his arm, pulling him back toward the door.
"I can take you back where I found you, if you want," he offered, with an air of indifference.
Numbness was spreading--was it shock, he wondered?--as Adam forced his feet to move, following him. Rage would follow, he was sure. And then a need for vengeance, to right this. But right now, he couldn't feel anything at all, but fear.
"It doesn't matter," he said. For the first time in three centuries, mortality was staring him in the face. "I'm a dead man anyway."
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 12:14 am (UTC)This? This was just...amazing, and probably could've happened, if silly David Anders never took the Scifi movie over Heroes. (Can't complain too much; Molly's character is only AWOL because during filming for Villians, Adair was filming like 3 featured movies.) I love the very last line, too: "It doesn't matter...I'm a dead man anyway." Because if I was a 300+ immortal who just realized I wasn't going to be immortal anymore, I'd totally give into that fear.
Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 12:33 am (UTC)Yay! Thank you! And yes, v. v. silly David--he really should keep his options open, and so should they have, because no one knows what could happen in six months, y'know? Don't kill off your character with 300+ years of history to play with. And yay that the last line worked. I was all, "it's kind of dark and emo for him...." but then, I think he's got to go through that before he'd get back on the "I am going to put a bullet in that man's brain and get that fucking formula for myself" train.
Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 12:47 am (UTC)Um, it would be dark and emo for the man, since never having to worry about your mortality for so, so long and then having too? Probably hella!traumatic for a guy who had to leave/watch those he loved die.
Freaking brilliant and totally how my personal canon goes--even if the show doesn't reflect it.
Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 12:51 am (UTC)Yeah, it is. He's sort of staring at me in horror with this, "you're not actually going to make me PLAY THIS OUT, are you, you ungodly backstabbling little bitch?" look on his face. And I'm all, "...ummmmmmmmmmmm?"
*G* Yay! Thank you. :-D
Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 12:59 am (UTC)You're welcome!
Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 01:07 am (UTC)Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 01:09 am (UTC)Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 01:16 am (UTC)On a completely unrelated note, I was just telling Alicia, that in my cold-medicine induced haze, I had a flash the other night as I was falling asleep of Choices!Matt bitching to another Matt--maybe Eden!Matt--about Molly having 3 daddies now. This amused me to no end when I woke up. Esp as he's not even my muse, but.
Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 01:53 am (UTC)Oh God, that is so win! Now I kind of have to have a fic where all my verse!character's talk to each other. Canon!Molly is all emo and dark--on Adam's boat, just a lot more sniffly--while Paradisa!Molly is :D cause she has a kitty, Choices!Molly is pretty awesome, and meta!Molly lulz at everyone else. Well, there's Stockholm!Molly, but she's creepy >.>
Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 02:43 am (UTC)LOL. Oh, I do that lots, well. At least in my head. I wrote it out once for a prompt of who was getting kicked out of the headspace, I think, and once because Adam was flirting with Illryia and Wesley pitched a fit, but...*G*
Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 03:06 am (UTC)God, I miss those shows.
But anyway! *protects you from murderous muses*
Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 03:55 am (UTC)OMG. BAILEIGH LOVES ANDREW YOU SHOULD SO DO THAT. XD
Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 04:18 am (UTC)Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 04:50 am (UTC)Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 04:52 am (UTC)Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 03:56 pm (UTC)Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 02:36 am (UTC)And that was really good!
Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 02:40 am (UTC)Thank you! :-)
Re: ooc:
Date: 2009-02-14 03:06 am (UTC)also OOC
Date: 2009-02-14 01:38 am (UTC)Re: also OOC
Date: 2009-02-14 02:44 am (UTC)Re: also OOC
Date: 2009-02-14 03:34 am (UTC)Re: also OOC
Date: 2009-02-14 05:53 pm (UTC)OOC
Date: 2009-02-14 04:58 am (UTC)Oh so brilliant. ♥.
Re: OOC
Date: 2009-02-14 05:01 am (UTC)Of course, Adam is all, "WTF, WHY HAVE YOU MADE ME NORMAL?" but, y'know. Muses.
:-) Thank you!
Re: OOC
Date: 2009-02-14 05:06 am (UTC)Haha, oh man, I can imagine ;D. But just think, Adam, would you prefer to be a pile of DUST!? :'( That's no fun, either.
Re: OOC
Date: 2009-02-14 05:15 am (UTC)This is what I keep asking him??? And he's all, "no, but I like the ones where we just ignore it all together. Wtf, you're going to make me play being normal, aren't you....?"
Re: OOC
Date: 2009-02-14 05:24 am (UTC)Lol, well, denial is a lovely choice, I agree. I can appreciate Adam being stubborn; if I was all mighty and immortal for four hundred years and had to suddenly deal with the fact that you could die at any given moment... that would freak me out. Poor Adam :P.
(P.S. I ended up finishing the Adam mood theme first; it's posted
Re: OOC
Date: 2009-02-14 05:43 pm (UTC)*G* Yeah, I get his p.o.v, but I'm all, "this could be LOVELY to play with!!" He is not nearly as excited as I am. lol
(eee! yay! I shall have to download and upload and get all of that done to switch it out! *glees!*)
ooc
Date: 2009-03-06 12:27 am (UTC)Re: ooc
Date: 2009-03-06 12:31 am (UTC)Stupid, illogical writers.
Re: ooc
Date: 2009-03-06 12:32 am (UTC)Re: ooc
Date: 2009-03-06 12:34 am (UTC)