A/N : IT'S FINALLY HERE. The Timeless Big Bang starts now (or at least it's true in my time zone)! YAY, right? but because I have a needy thirst for feedback and attention, it would be really super cool if you took a moment to review between each chapter of this fic. Obviously the (understandable) temptation is to just breeze through all 7 chapters at once with wild super-speed (and who am I to stop you from doing that?), but uh... a quick pause for reviewing at the end of individual chapters (if you feel so inclined) would warm this author's heart :) OK enough begging, THANKS IN ADVANCE.
ALSO. As part of the Timeless Big Bang, this fic was matched up with artwork by tumblr user elizabethkween - HOW COOL IS THAT? Go check out the TBB page on tumblr because I've never had fic-related artwork before & we should all be fangirling over this awesome stuff together.
This fic picks up somewhere post-S1 finale with the assumption that the Time Team is chasing after Emma now. And it's a series of vignettes, so assume that there may be some skips forward in present-day time between chapters. (hope that makes sense!)
Kaleidoscope: Prologue
When Lucy allowed herself to look back on the worst days, the ones where she'd been more lost than ever before, she knew how easily it all could have gone wrong. The jigsaw pieces of their lives had seemed to be so decisively broken, fractured, useless. Jagged shards of hurt and uncertainty surrounded them, tore at their fragile existence, threatened to undo everything with the slightest shifting wind. They had been one misstep away from spiraling into a cosmic black hole and never coming home again.
But instead of giving in and giving up, they chose hope. They chose perseverance. Eventually, they chose each other. The pieces spun back together slowly. Colors grew stronger in spite of the darkness, rearranging themselves into a blur of beautiful shapes, weaving closer and closer together until there was no escaping the love that radiated between them. With every turn of the wheel, a brighter picture emerged. The result was something crisper, grander, stronger than anything she'd ever known. And in the end, the lesson was clear - adjust the lens, let a little light in, and even the broken bits can transform into something new and dazzling.