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-
8
Later, they all sat in the living room, and Kate was earnestly trying to convince John Callahan of the truthfulness of Link's story. "Just look at all this!" she cried, gesturing wildly at all of Link's weaponry and assorted valuables.
John shook his head stubbornly. "He's got a real good costume shop someplace," he said adamantly.
Kate sighed and her head dropped into her hands. She rubbed the bridge of her nose wearily, as if fighting off a headache. Then, she thought of something. She stomped over to Link, and pulled his long hair away from the side of his head, revealing one of his long, pointed ears. A flash of sunlight caught the simple silver hoop in his earlobe, and glinted, catching John's focus. His eyes widened, then narrowed, and flickered between Kate and Link, who was a bit surprised by Kate's new course of action. "What are you doing?" Link asked Kate curiously as she pointed at his ear and glared at John.
She didn't answer. "Still think he's got a costume guy?" she asked coldly. "John, this is too crazy not to be true? What kinda nut would make up a story like this? No offense," she added quickly.
"None taken," the Hylian replied. "I understand what you're saying."
John, however, wasn't speaking. He stood up, walked over to Link, who was watching the Californian warily, and pulled on the tip of his ear.
Link's head came up with it, and he winced. "Yes, those are attached," Link told him quickly.
"Sorry," John mumbled, sitting back down. "Plastic surgery?" he asked. Link just stared blankly at him.
"What what?" he asked in confusion.
John shook his head, suddenly tired. "Nevermind. All right, you win," he said finally. "I give up. I don't see how, but you must be telling the truth."
Kate grinned at him. "Thank you, Jonathan," she said. "I mean it."
"No problem," he replied, "but how do we get you home?"
Link scowled thoughtfully. "I've got a book in one of those bags that might give me a few ideas. Let me read through that and see if I can get anything out of it."
"Okay. But we're going to need to move as soon as possible. We don't know if the authorities are still chasing you or not," John advised.
Kate made a face. "The way I outran 'em, they'll probably hunt us from here to the other side of the Pacific," she said ruefully.
John's eyes widened. "That bad?" he asked in shock.
Kate sighed. "Probably worse."
"Oh, goody."
-Act II-
-Dimensional Refugees-
8
Later, they all sat in the living room, and Kate was earnestly trying to convince John Callahan of the truthfulness of Link's story. "Just look at all this!" she cried, gesturing wildly at all of Link's weaponry and assorted valuables.
John shook his head stubbornly. "He's got a real good costume shop someplace," he said adamantly.
Kate sighed and her head dropped into her hands. She rubbed the bridge of her nose wearily, as if fighting off a headache. Then, she thought of something. She stomped over to Link, and pulled his long hair away from the side of his head, revealing one of his long, pointed ears. A flash of sunlight caught the simple silver hoop in his earlobe, and glinted, catching John's focus. His eyes widened, then narrowed, and flickered between Kate and Link, who was a bit surprised by Kate's new course of action. "What are you doing?" Link asked Kate curiously as she pointed at his ear and glared at John.
She didn't answer. "Still think he's got a costume guy?" she asked coldly. "John, this is too crazy not to be true? What kinda nut would make up a story like this? No offense," she added quickly.
"None taken," the Hylian replied. "I understand what you're saying."
John, however, wasn't speaking. He stood up, walked over to Link, who was watching the Californian warily, and pulled on the tip of his ear.
Link's head came up with it, and he winced. "Yes, those are attached," Link told him quickly.
"Sorry," John mumbled, sitting back down. "Plastic surgery?" he asked. Link just stared blankly at him.
"What what?" he asked in confusion.
John shook his head, suddenly tired. "Nevermind. All right, you win," he said finally. "I give up. I don't see how, but you must be telling the truth."
Kate grinned at him. "Thank you, Jonathan," she said. "I mean it."
"No problem," he replied, "but how do we get you home?"
Link scowled thoughtfully. "I've got a book in one of those bags that might give me a few ideas. Let me read through that and see if I can get anything out of it."
"Okay. But we're going to need to move as soon as possible. We don't know if the authorities are still chasing you or not," John advised.
Kate made a face. "The way I outran 'em, they'll probably hunt us from here to the other side of the Pacific," she said ruefully.
John's eyes widened. "That bad?" he asked in shock.
Kate sighed. "Probably worse."
"Oh, goody."