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-
9
That afternoon, Link was poring over a large, ancient-looking leather-bound book with strange writing inscribed on the faded, yellowing pages when Kate came up behind him and peered over his shoulder. "Any ideas yet?" she asked.
He looked up. "Maybe. I think there's a way to do it, but to open up whatever portal it was that shot me here, I'm going to need to be at the exact point where the portal opened up in the first place. The lines between our two worlds are apparently very thin, and that's-I guess-how the breach got opened in the first place. I think it'll work, but I'm not entirely sure yet."
She smiled. "Here's hoping," she told him. "Uhm, there's something I wanted to ask you-"
"Go ahead."
"Well, I'm not sure exactly how to put this, but-"
"Kate, you and John both have been so much help to me. If I started now, there's no way I could ever repay you for your kindness. So go ahead. Ask me anything."
She bit her lip, then plunged straight in. "Take us with you," she blurted.
He blinked. "Anything else."
"Please," she begged. "I don't want to stay here. I don't even like California. Besides," she grinned. "I'm curious. I want to meet this princess you keep talking about."
He smiled and turned away, to hide his face, but before he did, Kate saw the merest hint of red on his cheeks and stifled a laugh. "Please," she asked once more.
He gave in. "All right," he acquiesced. "But-are you sure John will want to come too?"
"Are you kidding? It was his idea," Kate laughed.
"All right," he said again. "If that's what you want, then who am I to argue? You'd probably follow me through even if I'd said no," he added wryly.
"Boy, have you got me figured out," she grinned.
That night, the demons came.
-Act II-
-Dimensional Refugees-
9
That afternoon, Link was poring over a large, ancient-looking leather-bound book with strange writing inscribed on the faded, yellowing pages when Kate came up behind him and peered over his shoulder. "Any ideas yet?" she asked.
He looked up. "Maybe. I think there's a way to do it, but to open up whatever portal it was that shot me here, I'm going to need to be at the exact point where the portal opened up in the first place. The lines between our two worlds are apparently very thin, and that's-I guess-how the breach got opened in the first place. I think it'll work, but I'm not entirely sure yet."
She smiled. "Here's hoping," she told him. "Uhm, there's something I wanted to ask you-"
"Go ahead."
"Well, I'm not sure exactly how to put this, but-"
"Kate, you and John both have been so much help to me. If I started now, there's no way I could ever repay you for your kindness. So go ahead. Ask me anything."
She bit her lip, then plunged straight in. "Take us with you," she blurted.
He blinked. "Anything else."
"Please," she begged. "I don't want to stay here. I don't even like California. Besides," she grinned. "I'm curious. I want to meet this princess you keep talking about."
He smiled and turned away, to hide his face, but before he did, Kate saw the merest hint of red on his cheeks and stifled a laugh. "Please," she asked once more.
He gave in. "All right," he acquiesced. "But-are you sure John will want to come too?"
"Are you kidding? It was his idea," Kate laughed.
"All right," he said again. "If that's what you want, then who am I to argue? You'd probably follow me through even if I'd said no," he added wryly.
"Boy, have you got me figured out," she grinned.
That night, the demons came.