Another Century

by ElementsOfSapphire

DISCLAIMER/Please Note: This/these stories are all purely for fan-fun purposes only; no copyright infringement intended. I own none of the rights relating to either The Avengers, nor The New Avengers; none of the characters, sets, the lot. I'm awfully sorry if posting such stories relating to the show is not allowed or is unwanted. In which case, please accept my every apology and inform me so I can take them down. Once again, I'm just a teen fan that wants to get their work shown and evaluated, so please tell me if its is wished for my story/stories to be taken down- or even my entire username. Thank you :)

NOTE: This is the prequel/ little snippet of a story I intend to type up involving the characters of George, Kate and Martyn. I just wanted to get a feel of writing from Mike/ Martyn's point of view- and its actually quite fun :D Anyhoo; this is just a small chunk of a piece I hope to write, so hope it's ok :)

P.s. Having had my first long story epically BETAed by Timeless A-peel, I'd like to say that story will be up some time this weekend- It's an old one she revised for me, so check it out if you can :)

Ok, so everyone everywhere is bound to die someday. It's a gloomy prospect, but it's the truth, and we all know it. How we die can vary between many possible, bountiful prospects; why we die- only scientists and ancient philosophers can tell us. What do you believe? Will it be a good thing or bad, do you believe in life after death or are you more submissive of such an idea? The point is that everyone is different, and we all go in different ways.

But, we all do go.

Steed went first, the sunniest august 14th yet known by man. He was getting on, nearing his 100th to be frank, and well- even the doctors were still somewhat stumped, despite his glorious age. We all, by whom I mean the ministry, sort of believed that he was somewhat above death. We never thought he'd go, just carry on fighting and live on forever like the great gods of old- you know? Anyway, he eventually passed on of general old age; it was almost like even the world itself couldn't dare to cause our old Steed pain. A long sleep. He went the best way.

Then there was Purdey. Her death took me down too, in retrospect. We died in a few months of each other, her going in 2040 and me in 2041; I lived to a ripe old age- nothing to complain about. It was harder to watch her go when I knew Steed wasn't around, hard knowing that the trio wouldn't ever, couldn't ever be whole in that life again. I hated that she died hard too. A car crash in Scotland, the kid's driving us back down to London after we'd spent a week with them. I got bruised up a bit, nothing major, but the left back door of the car was taken out- Purdey included. We got together too late to have the five scruffy children thing she'd always dreamt about, but two little toddlers and a woofly dog by the time she was forty, was achieved. I like to think I made her happy. Everyone knows she did me... So I guess overall I died of heartbreak. They tried to convince me I would be fine, that it was just a touch of pneumonia, but I think both John (the eldest) and Beatrice (the younger one) knew it was more than that.

But that's all old news now; thirty years out of date. Steed, Purdey and Gambit are nothing but memories floating in the ancient files section of the new Ministry. Some people apparently remember the legend of Steed with fondness, but that's all it is. Remembrance.

Some of society think I'm bonkers; think we're bonkers. They don't believe a word we say, but then, nor would I if I were them, come to think of it. Past lives, previous existences, look-ins to past people's times- in today's society one only has to hit the computer and they can submit all that to their memory chip in seconds. Everyone can know a past life, experience them now. But I know what we feel is true; I know it wasn't downloaded to us or tapped into our chip's at birth. I know we were Avengers. We must have been.

What else would bring an Alchemist, a zoo keeper and a single mother-of-three together? Why would we make it up? Why would we have wanted to believe this is what we remembered? No, no we're not liars. The world is just too cynical. Something made us come together again, and I doubt every second that it was one of those blasted super-books playing havoc. Something took Kate and her kids to the Zoo; something made George join them for lunch at the pub and something made me, Martyn, be there casually downing a quick half before my brother's birthday.

We barely knew each other, but we were already the closest friends. And you're probably wondering how that day continued: well stick around. The others are asleep but I'm on watch with time to spare. I'll talk for an open ear. Just to remember the times we've spent together now compared to what must have been us then, I'll talk forever if it means the past will become completely clear.

But here we go. This is how we came to know we were... we are, the Avengers.

Tadah :) Please comment if you can. Suggestions to a) take this down/ not bother continuing or b) where to take these characters in the actual plot, will both be lovingly received; so if you can, please do :) x