A/N: Howdy peeps. I am new to TTP. Love it. Watched the earlier series way back when so yeah. I thought of this fic idea after watching some cool fanvids on Youtube. Not sure how long or how detailed I will get but I am having fun with it for now, and yes, there's a pairing here - even if they're only in my head :) The lyrics are from Duncan Sheik's 'Half-Life' track.
Disclaimer: Don't own the show or the characters, just this story.
"I'm awake in the afternoon
I fell asleep in the living room
And it's one of those moments
When everything is so clear.."
Prologue
If he had to pinpoint it down to one isolated incident, he can't.
This type of shit doesn't really work that way anyways right? You get it when you..well, get it.
Ignoring the wolf whistles from some of the others, he tugs on the jacket, and laughing to himself, he walks back into the entranceway.
Great. It would seem he is resorting to Russellisms now to get in touch with all of this. This…This..whatever it is he finally seems to be getting.
Sheesh. He's a mess. Although, the way the past five years have gone, things have been all over the place a long time now. And maybe. Just maybe it was finally the right time. To dare to breathe and imagine…Maybe.
He sighs, willing himself to concentrate on teleporting himself away. From the Lair - now' HQ' in the final stages of the battle.
This life he has had to choose and all the sacrifices that have come along with it. That and the screwed up logic that his double, no wait, triple life has led him to.
When he arrives at his destination, he looks down at his wristwatch, thankful that he's made it here much earlier than he needs to be. It gives him extra time to get his shit together. To not seem too..frazzled.
So? When did it happen? How many times had he missed it? That thing. The reasons.
Signals. That's what they were. That's what he'd missed. Or had been too preoccupied with everything else that had happened in between it all. To him. To his family. To the Tomorrow People. Even his batshit crazy uncle, the Founder, and his minions. Between them. And her.
Leaning against the cold metal he allows himself a trip down that long, complicated as fuck, and unconventional memory lane.
A/N: Me again! Yeah I know, it's short. But wait! There's more! :) Thanks for reading, and as always reviews and your thoughts are much appreciated. I'm a big girl, I can take it :) Next bit up soon. P.S. Thanks to LadySilver for her encouragement to write for this fandom, and if you haven't checked out her story 'Pushed' yet you should. Cheers x from IslandGem