A/N: So, yeah, I'm in a weird place in my head at the moment. Huge lack of sleep, far too much work to do etc. And this is what came of my mind being more screwed up than usual. Hope it's a good read. This is a very new perspective for my writing, and I crave feedback/validation - so please review if you have the time!

Disclaimer: Would not be feeling so crappy at the moment if I owned anything associated with this show...

Quincentenary

It's so close now, he can practically taste the destruction, the glory of it.

Five hundred years. To most, an eternity. Five lifetimes or more. From where he stands, so much less significant. But it's still been too long. Waiting for his moment, for it all to finally come together. Centuries of planning, of watching and waiting. And finally it's almost time.

The human world has made its way along in blissful ignorance, the population ever growing, apparent advances in technology and thought so highly valued. But soon enough, none of it will count for anything.

Of course, the world changes. The first time he wore a meat suit, America hadn't even been thought of yet. And what he's planning is so far beyond all of it, that by the time he's done, it'll be nothing but a distant memory.

Soon, people will realize their mistakes. The very real need for fear of things beyond their understanding, things that most no longer believe in.

The preparations are almost done. The pieces all in place, the wheels set in motion. He stands back and watches; watches the key parts of the process; makes sure everything's still progressing as it should; that the children go about their lives, so convinced they can have an impact on something that's so far beyond their comprehension it's laughable. He's ready now. Five hundred years after the process was begun, it will all finally come together. Only one piece of the puzzle still worries him in the slightest. The strength of the mutual protective instinct of the brothers surprises him. But he remains confident, concerns himself as little as possible. He's been waiting too long, and they'd have to pull off something spectacular to upset things now.

So he watches, waits, and looks forward to the end. Chooses to ignore the nagging feeling that it's not done just yet. He revels in the anticipation of what's to come as the last days begin to play out.