This was written as a "spur of the moment" thing this morning because the idea stubbornly refused to leave my head. I never had the urge to write an AU before, especially not an AllHuman!AU. But alas, here we are: An AllHuman!AU alternate version of Diner Day. Thank you morning brain!
Rating: PG
Trigger Warnings: Loss of a limb / Amputation
Word Count: 1'934
Summary: She had saved his life. And all Jasper could think about wasn’t ‘How?’ or ‘Why?’. The only thing that mattered now was ‘Who?’. Who was the tiny fortune teller that had so precisely foretold his future?
Two raindrops rolled from his hair and fell onto the crumpled piece of paper between his fingers. When he brushed them away, the writing smudged into illegibility. Jasper cursed. Not because of the address, he had memorised that months ago. But because of the weather. The last thing he was prepared for when getting on the flight from Houston in the early morning was a proper East Coast downpour.
His eyes shifted over to the diner again. He had triple-checked it on Google maps. That was the address. And yet there was no second entry, no residential access. Just the diner.
Maybe that’s where she intended to meet him.
Of course not. Jasper laughed at himself. He wasn’t starting to believe that she actually saw the future, was he?
But then, his doubts had cost him once before. If he had believed her, stopped instead of slowed down when he saw the graffiti, he would have gotten away with a few splinters. The last time, the IED took a pound of flesh. This time, the rain would add a cold, if he didn’t act soon.
What is the worst-case scenario anyway? Her not being there and him warming up over a coffee.
Or maybe her being there was exactly what he was afraid of.
How was he supposed to wrap his head around the whole thing? Going to the funfair on their last night before deployment was supposed to be harmless fun. Just as getting their fortunes told. She was supposed to tell him that he’ll get married and have three kids. Not to look out for a strange symbol he’d never seen before. And that symbol should never have shown up sprayed to the side of a building hundreds of miles overseas. Slowing to look at it shouldn’t have saved his life. But it did. And all Jasper could think about after was not ‘How?’ or ‘Why?’. It was ‘Who?’. Who was that tiny fortune teller he now owed his life to?
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