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-
5
Three mornings later, Kate burst back into Link's hospital room with a black backpack slung over one shoulder and a duffle bag in her other hand. She threw it at him and smiled, a harried look in her eyes. "Get dressed," she said shortly. "They're coming." And then, as much like a whirlwind as she was when she'd entered, she was gone.
Link stepped out of his hospital room, still limping slightly from his not-quite-healed wounds, his arm still in the sling it would have been in for another two weeks, dressed in a grey t-shirt, black jeans, and black boots. Kate handed him the backpack, took the duffle from him, and handed him two boxes: one long and thin, the other large and flat. He opened the thin one and grinned. "I can assume the wide one has my shield?" he said.
"Yeah. I wanted to get your things back, but I didn't want to make a complete ass of myself in the process, so I found some boxes in storage that were just lying around. Lucky for me I found a couple that were the right sizes."
He grinned again and closed the long box. He scratched absently at his arm as Kate led him stealthily down the hallway. "Who's coming?" he asked.
Seeming to miss his question entirely, she glanced at the sling. "Can you move that without hurting yourself?" she pointed at his arm.
He tested it, ignoring the slight twinge as he rotated his arm, testing the newly-healed bone. "Yeah."
"great," she replied. "Then lose the sling."
He shrugged, but did as she said, loosing it from around his neck as she undid the clasps on the wrist-brace. She stuffed both in the duffle. "In case you need it later. If that starts to bother you, tell me, okay?"
"Fine. I'm glad to be rid of it, though."
"The rest of your stuff is in the backpack and the duffle. I put your longbow inside the box with your shield. That was the only other place it fit. I made sure I had everything they took off you when we brought you in. I didn't miss anything, did I?"
"No," he assured her. "And thank you." Link had been quite surprised to find all of his things in the bags, having gone through them while he was inside the hospital room. Trying to drag her thoughts back to the present, he repeated his earlier statement. "Who's coming?" he asked again.
"The hospital administrative staff. They decided, after I told them your story, that you were crazy, and that I was crazy to believe you. If they find us, they'll probably lock us in a room and throw away the room. So they're headed for your room to haul you to the nuthouse, and then they're probably gonna go looking for me when they realize you're nowhere to be found." She grinned. "Hope you'll enjoy being an outlaw, because as soon as we start running away, they'll bring out the local PD, and then we'll really be in for it when we get caught."
He smiled. When Ganondorf was in charge, he was usually an outlaw. Having a price on his head was nothing new. "Then let's not get caught."
-Act II-
-Dimensional Refugees-
5
Three mornings later, Kate burst back into Link's hospital room with a black backpack slung over one shoulder and a duffle bag in her other hand. She threw it at him and smiled, a harried look in her eyes. "Get dressed," she said shortly. "They're coming." And then, as much like a whirlwind as she was when she'd entered, she was gone.
Link stepped out of his hospital room, still limping slightly from his not-quite-healed wounds, his arm still in the sling it would have been in for another two weeks, dressed in a grey t-shirt, black jeans, and black boots. Kate handed him the backpack, took the duffle from him, and handed him two boxes: one long and thin, the other large and flat. He opened the thin one and grinned. "I can assume the wide one has my shield?" he said.
"Yeah. I wanted to get your things back, but I didn't want to make a complete ass of myself in the process, so I found some boxes in storage that were just lying around. Lucky for me I found a couple that were the right sizes."
He grinned again and closed the long box. He scratched absently at his arm as Kate led him stealthily down the hallway. "Who's coming?" he asked.
Seeming to miss his question entirely, she glanced at the sling. "Can you move that without hurting yourself?" she pointed at his arm.
He tested it, ignoring the slight twinge as he rotated his arm, testing the newly-healed bone. "Yeah."
"great," she replied. "Then lose the sling."
He shrugged, but did as she said, loosing it from around his neck as she undid the clasps on the wrist-brace. She stuffed both in the duffle. "In case you need it later. If that starts to bother you, tell me, okay?"
"Fine. I'm glad to be rid of it, though."
"The rest of your stuff is in the backpack and the duffle. I put your longbow inside the box with your shield. That was the only other place it fit. I made sure I had everything they took off you when we brought you in. I didn't miss anything, did I?"
"No," he assured her. "And thank you." Link had been quite surprised to find all of his things in the bags, having gone through them while he was inside the hospital room. Trying to drag her thoughts back to the present, he repeated his earlier statement. "Who's coming?" he asked again.
"The hospital administrative staff. They decided, after I told them your story, that you were crazy, and that I was crazy to believe you. If they find us, they'll probably lock us in a room and throw away the room. So they're headed for your room to haul you to the nuthouse, and then they're probably gonna go looking for me when they realize you're nowhere to be found." She grinned. "Hope you'll enjoy being an outlaw, because as soon as we start running away, they'll bring out the local PD, and then we'll really be in for it when we get caught."
He smiled. When Ganondorf was in charge, he was usually an outlaw. Having a price on his head was nothing new. "Then let's not get caught."