Title: When It Happens
Theme: 89 – Everything
Summary: The name of this place escapes him at the moment – though he knows it's something familiar, something close to home.
Rating: K
Genre: General/Spiritual
I know two things for certain.
1. I'm floating.
2. It's really freaking dark.
But I'm trying to be okay with it, though frankly, it's freaking me out. Plus, it's boring. Part of me hopes this isn't the full package, because I'd have to come up with another game to keep from going mental.
There's a soft sound coming from up ahead, and just the faintest light, like an old television being turned on and warming up. The light reaches me enough for him to see that I'm in a boat on a river.
I hear water. Waves crashing. I hear birds. I hear the wind.
The boat is long and thin, drifting lazily on a river – the name of it escapes me at the moment, though I know it's something familiar, something close to home. Up ahead, I can see him, standing on the bank. With tall grace he's covered with gold, clothed in linen and gentle colors of an ancient people I dedicated my life to learning about.
"Partner," he greets, smiling at me when I'm within reach. "Thank you for showing up. What took you so long?"
"I took a detour," I say, grinning. It's getting brighter.
"That sounds interesting. I'd love to hear the story."
"If you'll believe it." I sigh, looking around, taking it all in. "So. This place…"
"Yes. It's quite a ride." He smiles again, wider. "Would you like to go again?"
"Maybe."
I'm not really thinking about that, about what happens next, or if anything does. All I know is what I'm feeling. I want to kiss him. After that, I don't know.
"What are you thinking about?" he says, laughing.
I smile. "Nothing."
The boat drifts to the glittering shore of its own accord. I take the pharaoh's hand and steps onto the bank. It's warm against my feet, and when I reach down, the sand comes up in my fingers loose and comforting.
Atem smiles. "Are you ready?"
"Sure."
"Are you really?"
"No," he says. "Not at all."
He grins wide then. It's like the sky can't take anymore and then it explodes, all particles and partner-particles, something new being born for a life that has just left the world – a whole universe in this space filled with yes and no and why not? Sparks flying, a zooming show of charged light that catches Atem's face as he smiles.
And there's nothing to say but wow. Wow. The same word backwards and forwards.
Atem sighs in happiness. "That's always my favorite part."
And I can see why.
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A/N: Apparently people don't understand this - but honestly, I'd like to leave it up to interpretation. (I've just watched the finale of Lost and, in a similar vein, I think part of a story is what the receiver makes of it.) I know what I want to believe is going on here, but you're free to think whatever you like. Telling you would just suck the fun out of it.