things u should know about this fanfiction

1. it is in second person. that is, like first person but with a you instead of an i. this is because i read too much homestuck.

2. i wrote this for tumblr user thelittlemermage because they wanted me to O: it was always an idea they just inspired me i guess so mage this is for u

sorry if this is confusing. :X second person generally is a bitch if you're not used to it


You'd done it.

You'd actually done it.

The chance that you would have actually gotten out alive was fairly small, but you'd actually succeeded. No wonder you were so proficient that time you got stuck in the jungle. Not that it didn't take a hell of a long time, of course. It was Russia. And you had to be pretty smart in your methods of travel. One freaked out air hostess and the both of you were literally dead. But after... three? (you think it was three) years of being chained up and poked and prodded and god knows what else, you were quite content with cuddling up in the overhead luggage holder for a few hours. You just went to sleep.

And boy, did you sleep.

Once safely back in California, it was just a case of, however possible, hitching rides in various vehicles. People generally didn't notice when you climbed into their cars (being small as you were), and for the most part you were ignored. Then it was just a short walk and hey presto. You were back at the lab in a surprisingly short space of time, considering. And, amazingly enough, you didn't feel too bad. By now, it's become somewhat apparent that whatever genetic experimenting you underwent has made you, to a certain degree, impervious to damage. You're still affected, of course, but not as much as you should be. Or maybe you're just not paying attention to your own injuries? You're preoccupied. And you do that a lot anyway.

Anyway, point is, you're not too banged up, in the great scheme of things.

You can't say the same for your... associate, unfortunately. However much you've been injured, physically, emotionally, or otherwise, you can honestly say that it doesn't hold a candle to how Brain probably feels. But then again, you're not sure why anyone would want to hold a candle to him, or, indeed, his feelings. Burn injuries are the last thing he needs right now. In fact, you both actually have those, thinking about it, so he certainly doesn't need any more!

(Poit.)

During your flight, he didn't really speak. That you know of, anyway; you were asleep for most of it. Anyway, he just curled up against some random woman's suitcase and stayed completely quiet. This worries you because he's... not really a quiet person. (If you think about it, the majority of your relationship (whatever relationship you have) seems to be him talking.) (And then you talk! And then he hits you with a pencil. Oh, the good old days.) (Narf.)

You'd give anything to have him hit you with a pencil now.

. . . . .

That's not the point though. What is the point (poit! Haha.) is that now, after your journey in assorted vehicles and other travelly doohickies, you're home. And only a little bit traumatised. But that's okay! You can look after yourself. You suppose you always were the carer in your relationship.

(Whatever relationship you have.)

You've had Brain tucked under your arm for the latter parts of your journey. (Not literally. He's not that short, firstly, and that would also be a little impractical (not that you haven't done it before) but you digress.) He'd been a bit wobbly throughout all of it, but by the state border he didn't look like he could even stand for much longer. So you kind of hooked an arm around him and half dragged half carried half supported him (fractions are not your strong point) from then to here. You'd be perfectly willing to carry him full stop! It wouldn't be the first time. You just thought you might save him some dignity. That and he might well have slapped you.

If he, well. Could.

Well, he probably physically could, you're just not sure he would have thought of that. He barely responded to you at all throughout your journey, to the point where you vaguely wonder if he's seeing you at all.

But again, that's okay! He'll be back to normal soon. You're just going to look out for him until then.

Everything will be back to normal soon.

You hope.


did that or did that not suck pls let me know