Lazarus

by msu82

He knows the sensation of everything and nothing—of being everywhere, yet nowhere, all at once. He had his eyes on the histories of the past, the present, and was witnessing the history of what was to become the future. Now... history has its eyes on him. (Xanatos Time-Travel AU)

1. Preface

The first thing he saw was the outside of his own body.

Of all the things he had seen in his two-point-five decades of life? Oh, yes, the instant of seeing his own body—burned, scared, and hooked up to machines while left soaking limply in a bacta tank—was by the far one of the most tilting things he had ever been witness to.

Entombed by the maintaining of life.

He had no idea that this was the beginning of something that would seem utterly endless.

This was the beginning of his end. He did not yet know it, but he would see many of those.

There would be so many beginnings, and ends, and beginnings of ends, and ends of beginnings.

This moment was to be the last of a linear time that he was to be sure of for a very, very long time...

Or, perhaps, not too long of a time at all.