Title: What Did You Do, William?
Fandom: Fringe (Ficlet)
Rating: PG
Characters: Walter Bishop and William Bell
Prompt: Back Alley
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I do not own Fringe or its characters.
He is on the ground in some dark, dank alleyway. Walter slowly lifts himself up, discombobulated and dizzy with nausea. He doesn't remember the trip but suddenly wishes he had taken more Diazepam to soothe his nerves, he has a very high tolerance you know.
Vision blurry and a subtle keening noise permeating his ear drums he sits up and looks around. Graffiti coats the walls around him, slogans and street slang that are not familiar to him serve as a temporary word puzzle. He thinks about the molecules that make up the mortar between the bricks, he sees math equations in the air and smiles absently.
The left side of his face feels bruised and he does not touch it but analyzes and recalls the nature of them. Soft footsteps tug at his attention and he gazes down the long, dark corridor that hides him from the world.
The lined face of William swims out of the darkness, lined with age and the weight of his transgressions. Two men appear on either side of him, his friend and adversary. He looks so…old. Walter stares at him for a moment and then he knows everything.
"What did you do, William?
