Prologue
Author note: I have drawn ideas and inspiration for this story from two brilliant stories. The first story is a Flashpoint fanfiction called "Out of Time" written by Andorian Ice Princess-AIP and posted on this site. I encourage you to read AIP's story, as it is quite a gem in its own right. The second story is a Real Ghostbusters fanfiction. The author of the RGB story has requested that I withhold their information.
I have also been asked to emphasize that this story is NOT to be considered a sequel, but rather a standalone story inspired by other stories.
This story is set after both of the aforementioned stories as well as my own "How to Save a Life".
I do not own either Flashpoint or The Real Ghostbusters.
Entire work edited as of July 11th, 2017.
Kevin 'Wordy' Wordsworth stared at the emblem in the team locker room. It looked similar, but not; like looking in a fun house mirror and seeing doors and people stretched out into caricatures of themselves. Only this was no fun house and Wordy wasn't looking in a mirror. The emblem's familiar knight's helm had been replaced by a berserker helm and the lightning bolts had twisted into a swastika.
Hell…I'm in Hell. The SRU officer looked around, shivering and glad he was finally alone. His team, no, definitely not his team, had all gone home after the briefing. A briefing Jules hadn't even stayed for, a briefing where Ed, no, Edward, had laid into him for not shooting their subject, and the Sarge had been drunk and getting drunker by the minute.
Wordy swallowed hard. Kevin, they all called me Kevin, except the Sarge. Wait… Wordy's gaze darted back to the SRU emblem. I've seen that before, he realized with a surge of fear. When Ed called me Kevin a few months ago. When he and Spike got caught in that building collapse. He, he was talking about another me, and another Team One, and I told him it was just a dream. Wordy snorted. So much for that idea. Then that porter gave him a keychain and he went white. It looked just like that emblem.
Stunned and terrified, Wordy sank down on the locker room bench. Real, it was real…no it is real…and now I'm stuck here.
The twisted emblem loomed over the normally tough and calm constable, mocking his quiet plea. "Please, I want to go home."