#doorstep meme

[thelonewandereravrid]

Doorstep Meme

In a way he regretted being the one of the only people to really see past Doc's stern exterior. Others might see a more caring side, hell if it existed but Harkness saw the destroyed man that had killed and survived doing terrible fucking things.

He would rather see that, it was better than this. The blank fake expressions put on to cover the fact that he was worried. Defeated. It didn't take an idiot to work out it collided with the same time as the vault dwellers disappearance. They hadn't exactly been friends so it had taken some time for Harkness to get news of the fact she had simply stopped existing. No one had seen her go. It took a little big longer until the news of her apparent death got to him while he was on the bridge.

When the figure had appeared in his vision years later, his system instantly recognised her although she had aged. Wasting no time he stormed down to her not allowing her near the ship. "Go to Megaton, now." He didn't know if she expected some big welcome back party but then again he wasn't giving her what she wanted, he was giving someone what they needed.

A clean slate.

That what most called it when they couldn't recall events prior. Nothing to recall, nothing to go back on, since she couldn't remember a single thing. It just seemed like yesterday she found herself in the middle of nowhere, on the ground with a pounding headache and nothing to go off of except her name, and the suit she wore, which she eventually rid of because it didn't seem relevant to her, or her safety in the wastes. Though, the haunting number of '101' stuck with her for a while, and she found it one of her smaller, short time goals to figure it out why did that three digit number seemed so important? Was it a code? Her 'number'? Whatever it was... It probably didn't matter as much as she though, because, if it was actually relevant, she would have remembered. That's the only conclusion she could come to when trying to recall the events of her past. 

If it was important, she wouldn't had forgotten it. She didn't forget her name, she didn't forget her age, she didn't forget that she had a brother, a father, and a lover, those were all relevant to her life. Yet, she couldn't remember what her their names were, their faces, or why they were so relevant to her life. Wouldn't that be important as well? Or were the relationships flimsy? Thus why she couldn't remember how important they were? Just thinking about it now... made it seem like it was just... arbitrary to wonder about such things. What was the point of thinking about it if it wasn't coming to her? With that in mind, she went on five years on her own, drawing a blank about her past and just... leaving it as that. Five years of traveling without a thought in her head, and she preferred this life... It seemed, easier? She couldn't recall the right word for it. Oh well.

She found herself wandering back to the wastes where she originally found herself, DC as she recalled it, looking over the land with glossy eyes, as if she found drawn to the huge rig on the banks of the Potomac. It seemed familiar...

Though, the shock that came from the man barreling towards her, telling her- No, more like commanding her to head to somewhere else made her slightly scared. She didn't recall causing any trouble....

"... Uh... Sir..." She muttered quietly, afraid to look the man in the eye. "I... I don't know where that place is... I just saw this place and decided to head here first. I don't mean to cause any problems or anything..."

[security-chief-harkness]

Doorstep meme

Waiting was a game Butch wasn’t very good at but it was something he did because that was all he could do. He had been in the position before, sat around aimlessly searching the marketplace, sitting on the bridge, stood on the flight deck waiting for that all too familiar face to appear. For a shadow to cast of the horizon and he would fucking know it was him. But that feeling never came, there was never a lurch that churned in his gut telling him the waiting around was over, he no longer had to worry. Eventually after months he slowly stopped going to the bridge, the hope taken from him and then everything else followed suit. Maria tried to reason with him but he knew there was nothing left for him in the place that he had called home, but it wasn’t home without the person that had made it just that.

The searching was pointless; tracking was never something he could do and it was even more difficult when there was simply no sign of him what so ever. Gone without a trace, it would go without saying that if he could hunt people down he was able to get lost just as easily. So all he did was wander, checking in at Rivet City as much as he could till the last inch of hope in finding him dispersed into nothing and he remained in the city, back to where he started when he first came. Lana did her job, telling him she wasn’t taking over, that she was simply covering for him but Butch could no longer believe he would see him again. To stop the endless visions from plaguing his sight and mind he did the only thing that could help him now he wasn’t there. Slumped on the bed, jet flooding his system he let himself blackout as he did every night from then on.

Years passed and he continued in the rut he had buried himself in, his only comfort was the hound that never left his side, one of the only things keeping him going. She growled and Butch lazily ruffled her head, bleary eyes trying to make out what she was doing, the endless yapping as she bounded to the door running to Butch then back to the door again, forcing him to get up and show her that everything was alright, that there was nothing there. He was wrong.

The breath was stolen from him as he opened the door, he almost wished to reach up and rub at the eyes not willing to believe that the form stood before him was real. He had seen it many times over the years, caught out of the corner of his eye, passing when he though no one was there and when he looked he was met with nothing. The face he was met with hadn’t changed, not an inch of it shifted even over the years which wasn’t surprising, the presence of them however was. So many questions arose yet none of them could be spoken because really he didn’t have anything to say, after all this time, after everything that had happened from then to now, what could he say? Butch was not the same person as he was all those years ago, and now he stood in front of him, a mixture of emotions tore through him. Was he even real? The amount of shit in his system it could all be a cruel trick of his mind, reaching up he let a single digit meet the synthetic flesh, the warmth resonating from the touch. Frowning, his worn features cast harsh shadows across his face, gaunt cheekbones sunken and greying pale skin that had dark circles under his eyes, tired, the blue held none of the same glint they had once done. He could only stare at him, letting a single digit trace the line that had been taken from him all those years ago. As it slipped off the edge of his jaw he let it linger there a moment in mid-air, still staring at him, baffled and expressionless. Until he gritted his teeth, the motionless hand balling up into a fist spinning on his heels and walking back to the bed. Fucked up shit, he wasn’t there and he wasn’t going to fall for the illusions again.

The first time this had happened Harkness was given a warning, he got to say goodbye. That wasn't even an option. He could choose to say goodbye with the potential of them going down together or he could run, run for their lives and one of them might live. He gave him the chance to survive by giving him up. What had started as a hunt became the fall of The Institute, it wasn't a fight it was a god damn full on war. Torn, beaten, tortured and committing more deactivations than he had as a hunter Harkness fought for him. He fought to come home. That was all he wanted.

It was hard to believe when Rivet City returned in his vision, he half expected it to disappear and to have his sights filled once more by the traumatic front line but Harkness would never stop being grateful when it remained in position. He ran up to the stairs to find Lana occupying the Chief room, it made sense. She deserved it he left once more with a hurried explanation down the stairs towards the Runner ignoring each gasp and shout that followed him until his fist thundered against the door that separated. One sheet of metal after all of those miles of distance.

The door opened and Harkness simply stared on, mapped his features noticing each new line of age. The chem abuse obvious and the pain even more so. Fuck, he had caused this but he was never given the pain of watching it. He wasn't given the chance to fix it. His eyes shut as the hand drifted across his jaw, their pulses resynchronising. Finding each other and seeking it out until they beat as one. When he walked away Harkness let out a small disgruntled noise as if the air had been taken from him and that heat no longer existed.

Reaching for his wrist he held it pulling his back until he crushed their lips together remembering the movement, the feel, everything. Unwillingly pulling away his gaze roamed over him before a weak smile crossed his expression. "Hey you."

[security-chief-harkness]

[disappear] Jenny gapes at him, and immediately closes the Lantern, pulls him inside while Leo fetches a blanket and a carton of cigarettes, and she makes him the biggest goddamn pot of coffee since The Great Megaton Insomnia Outbreak of '82.

The gestures warm his insides more than the coffee. Years on the run had resulted to this moment, dragging his ass back to as close to Rivet City as he could he found himself at the Brass Lantern and it felt like he had never left. The blanket was a grateful relief over the torn clothes hiding the exposed metal but much much more than that he hadn't had a cigarette and a damn coffee in years. If it wasn't skill and perseverance that eventually took down the hunters it was withdrawal and addiction as motivation.

He savours the moment allowing it to take over him before he holds out his arm. It was years over due and he had originally said no but after all of this he really did think he owed Jenny that hug.

[security-chief-harkness]

(Five months later): "... Harkness? What exactly are you doing in Vegas?"

In a way he was glad for the words. He didn't have to explain any bullshit because this was never his home, as far as they were concerned he had just come back for a visit. The new wounds would go unnoticed and he was surprised to find that was just how he liked it.

Shrugging Harkness pulled up a seat sitting down, grateful for a drink after a long first. "Visiting" he answered nonchalantly with a forced smile. "Better drink, all that bullshit." With a nod he gestured for one, grateful to be back to human civilisation.

[perditioner]

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As Dean pulled the door open, he raised the demon blade, outright prepared to find Crowley — or Abaddon — or Metatron — or someone poised to strike — standing there. Instead, his eyes caught sight of the familiar trench coat, followed by a blue tie, which he slowly traveled up until he saw the face he’d come to know so well.

There was a long pause, in which the two regarded each other. Dean soon forgot about the rain, the ghost of a smile flickering onto his features. “Cas.”

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"Jane." Eyes flicking first right, then left, then lasting on the raindrops trickling down her skin, he tried to figure out what could’ve happened. "What are you — dude, what are you doin’ here?" Grabbing her arm, he tugged her inside the cabin, slamming the door shut behind her. "Anyone see you come?"

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"…’Scuse me?"

The thunder made him flinch every time it rumbled in the sky, but Dean just kept his eyes on the girl, drenched and staring back at him. While she didn’t attack him, he kept the knife raised up, teeth gritted. 

"What do you want?"