A/N: This is the first LoZ fic I ever wrote seriously. It actually was started about three years ago and has been finished on and off after having survived through three hiatuses and a serious consideration of scrapping. But I decided to give it another chance, and am actually quite pleased with the results. Rated PG-13 for violence and Link's surprisingly dirty mouth; warnings include angst, sadness, violence, Link/Zelda pairing (no citrus), and alternate realities. The timeline I'm basing things on is a quasi-alternate-reality of my own creation: I base most if not all of my Zelda fanfiction on the idea that all the deeds done and chronicled in the Zelda games (with the exception of the Wind Waker for obvious reasons) were the deeds of one brave young lad chosen by Destiny and the three Goddesses as the Hero of Time, the Legendary Hero. Oh. And I don't own Linky (more's the pity) or Zelda or any of the game's other characters. They are copyrighted to Miyamoto Shigeru-san and Nintendo, the lucky bastards. I own, however, sole copyright of each and every one of my original characters. Steal them and I will hunt you down and break your elbows. Remember: A vague threat is no one's friend. And also, this act is where things kind of get silly. Just keep in mind that most o the time while I was writing this I was in high school and that I've improved dramatically since almost four years ago, AND I had no idea what I was doing when I did start it. So if it seems a little far-fetched...deal with it. xp
-Act II-
-Dimensional Refugees-
1
The young man's knees almost buckled when Kate told him where he was. The tip of the sword dropped a little. He swallowed. Hard. "Where?" he asked blankly.
"San Francisco, California," Kate repeated.
He blinked, his eyes becoming a little clouded. His knees wobbled, and Kate knew she had to talk fast before he passed out again. If he woke up around the hospital staff, as freaked as he was, he could hurt somebody. "Look," she said quietly, "I know you're scared right now, and you have no idea where you are. But if you let me, I can help you. I'm no here to hurt you. Nobody's gonna hurt you, now. Will you let me help you? You can trust me. I promise. Will you trust me?"
His suddenly hard blue eyes spoke of years of broken promises and betrayal, and Kate knew that it was by a slim margin that she'd gained his trust. Slowly, he nodded. He swallowed again, and his knees started to tremble. He put away his sword, and leaned heavily on the stretcher. "I don't feel so good," he murmured weakly.
Kate gave him a reassuring smile and helped him get back on the gurney. "We're almost there," she said. "The doctors can help you," she offered, but he'd already slipped away again.
-Act II-
-Dimensional Refugees-
1
The young man's knees almost buckled when Kate told him where he was. The tip of the sword dropped a little. He swallowed. Hard. "Where?" he asked blankly.
"San Francisco, California," Kate repeated.
He blinked, his eyes becoming a little clouded. His knees wobbled, and Kate knew she had to talk fast before he passed out again. If he woke up around the hospital staff, as freaked as he was, he could hurt somebody. "Look," she said quietly, "I know you're scared right now, and you have no idea where you are. But if you let me, I can help you. I'm no here to hurt you. Nobody's gonna hurt you, now. Will you let me help you? You can trust me. I promise. Will you trust me?"
His suddenly hard blue eyes spoke of years of broken promises and betrayal, and Kate knew that it was by a slim margin that she'd gained his trust. Slowly, he nodded. He swallowed again, and his knees started to tremble. He put away his sword, and leaned heavily on the stretcher. "I don't feel so good," he murmured weakly.
Kate gave him a reassuring smile and helped him get back on the gurney. "We're almost there," she said. "The doctors can help you," she offered, but he'd already slipped away again.