It makes sense to me that someone like Alexander would never willingly want to have children. But what do you think would happen if an unexpected pregnancy occurred with a woman he loves (Alina)? For instance, Alina agrees to marry him in a mutually agreed way (like a timeless fanfic), and then after a few years, he finds out Alina is pregnant. In such a situation, what would Alexander’s reaction be? Would he pressure her into having an abortion?
I think you're talking about the Timeless' sequel which featured just that: Alina getting pregnant and having an abortion.
Generally, I don't think his goal is to procreate. That sets him apart from his mother among many other things. And while it's true that it would be logical for him to want to have children with a woman he thinks he was destined to be together, a child would just be an obstacle. Not just for him but also for Alina as he would probably feel like it would distract her from dedicating herself to their cause.
He doesn't even mention his desire of having one in his POVs from RoW. It's not in his plans so he wouldn't want it.
A/N: Just really wanted to write some Timeless fanfiction.
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Working as a tech for Mason Industries was like some kind of surreal dream come true. That thing that was so unattainable that attaining it felt like the peak of your life. And it probably was because you couldn’t imagine anyone dreaming of living in an underground bunker, off the grid of natural life. If working for Connor Mason was the top of the mountain than you had tumbled all the way down to the bottom.
“I’ll be back in a few hours,” Denise announced, already grabbing her coat off the back of the chair. The lifeboat had taken off and you were sitting at the control panel, playing games on your phone to pass the time as you waited for the jump back to present day. You weren’t a pilot and you didn’t go on missions, meaning you were grounded while Rufus, Wyatt, Lucy, and Jiya, inevitably, went back in time.
Denise leaving the bunker to spend time with her family marked the normal progression of present day time. She left and you stayed with Connor and, recently, Garcia, while everyone else was gone.
With yourself as primary company, you left the control panel, grabbing a blanket from your room before taking up residence on the couch. It gave you an optimal view of the lifeboat’s operating area in case anything needed immediate assistance but it was more comfortable than spinning around in a desk chair. Connor had been fairly inconsolable lately and preferred to be left alone, which was perfectly alright with you.
You went through your usual routine, setting your water bottle beside the leg of the couch, stretching out across the cushions on your back, knees bent and feet planted firmly on the seat.
“Would you be opposed to company?” A voice sounded behind you, the familiar Eastern European accent lighting your ears as you turned your head to look at Garcia, even taller from this angle.
“No,” you began to sit up and he shook his head, coming around the couch to sit down between your feet and the arm.
“There’s plenty of room.” He insisted, “what’re we watching?”
“It’s some mystery series on Hallmark…I don’t have to think too much and nothing too traumatizing happens.” You replied.
The quiet that settled over you as the movie began, as if you and Garcia always sat together like this, was accompanied by the feeling of his arm brushing your leg every so often. You considered offering to move, figuring that he was just being polite, though Wyatt swore he was incapable of human etiquette or emotion, but you were comfortable and really couldn’t be bothered.
And it seemed, just like that, you fell into an entirely new routine. One where Garcia joined you for movies or to marathon a show while you waited for the lifeboat to come back. Occasionally you chatted with each other about something from your past lives, before time travel and bunkers and crazy conspiracies ruled your days. Yours was a much quieter life than his had been, a fairly routine childhood and a pipeline of success that lead to Mason Industries by chance.
“What about family? Are you still close with yours?” Garcia asked one afternoon. He’d taken up spending his ‘in limbo’ time, as you referred to it, sitting with you. Today, it was a puzzle that was occupying your time. In fact, the 3000-piece jigsaw that you’d convinced Denise to bring you had been taking much of your free time and Garcia’s.
“No...my family was very conservative growing up. They weren’t really thrilled with my interest in tech. It was a major disappointment for them that I didn’t wanna just...get married and have kids.” You shrugged. “It’s been years that I’ve even really talked to them, now they probably think I'm dead.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he replied, his focus on the bottom edge of the puzzle, fitting in pieces to the border. You watched as he rooted through the box careful, turning over various pieces until he found the one he wanted and fit it into place. In the months that you’d been locked down here, your feelings toward Garcia had changed significantly. Wary at first, swayed by Wyatt’s words and percieved knowledge of wrongdoing, you considered Garcia now to be one of your closest friends. Companions? You weren’t sure what you wanted the word to be.
Sometimes you thought you knew how you would like to define your relationship with him but then you heard Garcia talk about his wife and you felt guilty. When you’d mentioned the feelings to Lucy she’d only compared it to her own difficulty with Wyatt and his back-from-the-dead wife but you didn’t think it was the same at all. It wasn’t guilt that had Garcia still grieving but love, a sort of love that you considered admirable. But it was something you envied too, something that made you stop in your tracks everytime you wanted to imagine a scenario where Garcia and you meant something more to each other than just this. Entertainment when everyone else was gone.
“I shouldn’t say it’s okay but...I mind being down here less than I thought I would. Although, I’ve never been,” you looked to the empty space where the lifeboat usually sat, “out there. Maybe I’d hate being cooped up if I had. What do you think?”
Garcia was the foremost authority on the past, in your mind at least. Even more so sometimes than Lucy. “I don’t mind this. If I didn’t have your company perhaps,” he replied, letting the end of his sentence linger.
Two weeks later, whille you were fixing a control panel inside the lifeboat, Denise announced to the room that Garcia would be going on the next trip. You knew she’d been considering it for a while now, with Jiya’s continuing sickness and it seemed like the perfect opportunity presented itself. You leaned out of the lifeboat, watching as Wyatt cursed up a storm over the decision, droning on about the ability to trust the people you’re teamed up with. Lucy looked like she wanted to agree with him but she also looked like she wanted Garcia to join them. He was, after all, an assesst that they should have been using all along.
While they argued, you sat on the ledge of the lifeboat and pretended to tinker with the door controls. Rufus said they’d been sticking and he’d been so worried over Jiya that he hadn’t taken the time to make any alterations.
“You look good up there,” Garcia said, leaning against the rolling stairs as he looked up at you. The rest of the party continued on talking, ignorant to the two of you.
“You’re only saying that so I’ll side with you,” you replied, nodding your head to the arguing parties.
He shook his head, a frown appearing and then disappearing, “I’m saying it because it’s true. You should consider going sometime.”
“Rufus is irreplaceable,” you pointed out, “I’ll miss you while you’re gone though...I’ll have to work on the puzzle myself.”
“I’ll be back before you know it.”
When Denise called him back over to the group he patted the railing like he might’ve your arm and walked off to go over the details of the trip. You liked to imagine a lingering stare, a moment of hesitation, reluctance maybe, as he left your side. As if he wanted to go but didn’t want to leave you. It was all hopeful thinking, you told yourself, and he’d be back before you realized he was gone, just like he said.
Except that wasn’t true at all. It felt like weeks that he was gone. Days dragging into each other and for the first time since he’d sat down with you on the couch to watch a movie, you felt restless. You couldn’t focus on the puzzle, on your yoga, on anything that the tv had to offer. You tried to sit through a movie with Jiya but felt yourself constantly glancing to the empty space where the lifeboat was supposed to be. Denise came in every morning and then left again in the evening, four times before they finally came back. The rush of wind felt more welcoming then ever and you watched eagerly as Rufus, Lucy, Wyatt, and finally Garcia, came out of the lifeboat.
Jiya had been just as restless as you, though she had reason to be, and she practically launched herself into Rufus’ arms once he was down the stairs. As Lucy insisted that she needed a shower and a nap, Wyatt walked straight to the kitchen and Garcia hung back, lingering by the control panel.
“No heartfelt hello?” He teased, and you looked up at him still dressed in his 1950’s suit. Usually it was Lucy who detailed the mission to you, over coffee late in the evening once she’d relaxed, though you were itching to ask Garcia what had happened instead. Any excuse to spend time with him.
“Should I have thrown myself at you?” You asked, laughing when he seemed to consider it for a moment. “I am glad you’re back, I felt like I was going a little crazy without your company.”
“I’m flattered.” He took a seat at Jiya’s usual spot, the rolling chair moving back slightly against the metal floor. “Anything happen while we were gone?” He asked.
“Nothing ever happens,” you laughed, “what about you...Lucy’s told me stories, so I know things always happen when you’re away.”
You listened intently while Garcia recounted their latest mission. The suit he was wearing had been stolen off a clothes line in the backyard of a nice suburban household. It felt stiff and itchy on his skin and he’d been dying to get back to the bunker just to shower and change but now he was sitting there talking to you, not thinking about anything but keeping the smile on your face.
Lucy did her usual quick change out of her clothes, folding them neatly on the bed across from yours and tying her hair back, dying for a cup of tea and possibly some time to unwind. She usually sought you out during those times, stealing you from your spot on the couch with Garcia to relive the excitement she’d experienced just minutes earlier. She always ignored the way you seemed so comfortable and content sitting next to the man who’d once been their enemy. She couldn’t ignore it now, stopping at the kitchenette and looking over to the computers, realizing that Garcia was still in that atrocious suit, sitting in Jiya’s chair, talking to you. His face lit up when you smiled and when you leaned forward to place a hand over his, she voiced her observation to Rufus, who was getting some ramen.
“How long have they?” She started to say, unsure how she wanted to describe what she was watching.
Awhile,” Rufus replied, not even bothering to look, “if you ask they act like they’ve never even met each other though. I think both of them are kinda...unsure.”
About what?”
“Our reactions? The future?” Rufus shrugged, “Wyatt’s wife came back...what if Garcia’s does? What if we go on a mission and all this disappears? There are a million what ifs Lucy...come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about that with Wyatt?”
“I have.” She replied, eyes straying from the scene in front of her when the teapot whirred, “but...Garcia?”
Rufus shrugged again, finally tossing paper top from his ramen cup as he stirred the noodles with a fork, “there’s someone for everyone?” He offered, more like a question than a statement.
Out of earshot, Garcia’s recollection of the days had wound down and you smiled almost fondly, “you should go and get comfortable, I’m keeping you.”
“I wouldn’t be sitting here if I didn’t want to be.” Garcia promised, laying his hand over yours on his arm.
“Well, I'm not going anywhere,” you promised, “change and we’ll work on the puzzle. I can make some coffee if you don’t mind caffeine in the evening.”
Garcia thought of mentioning that the beverage would no doubt keep him up late if he drank it at this hour but then he considered what it would mean if you did too. If you had a cup and stayed up late, he would take sitting with you over sleep any time. “Sounds good.”
He woke up to the sound of a gunshot. He opened his eyes and took a few minutes to recognise where he is. He still had nightmares, and always heard that gunshot before he woke up.
He lied on the couch, in a quite uncomfortable position; he moved himself up, and then saw her figure. Lucy was sleeping in his bed, her hair spread over the pillow. She breathed silently and evenly.
Now he remembered. He tucked her in when she fell asleep right in the middle of her sentence. He wanted to touch her hand so badly, but eventually, he had not. He sat in the couch for a few minutes, looking at her with longing, and then fell asleep too.
He stretched his arms and legs, rubbed his eyes, like he wanted to rub away the nightmare itself.
He hoped that the dreams would go away in time. In his dreams he saw the face of Lorena and Iris, saw the face of the soldiers he shot, saw the sad and frightened face of Anthony. He heard their voices, and then he fell into darkness. He was lost in his dreams, searched for someone or something, but he never knew, what. And in the end, the gun was always fired.
He shook his head and got on his feet. He sneaked out of the room and went to the bathroom.
The cold water woke him up, made him sober. He drew deep breathes and counted to ten. The feeling which squeezed his chest slowly went away.
He looked at his watch. It was almost morning, but in that bloody bunker the days were timeless, and the lights hardly reached in.
Flynn went to the kitchen and put on some coffee. She will need it. He smiled as he prepared the drink for her. She really opened to him last night. She would talk endlessly about her career, her family, her anger about Wyatt and her love for history. Flynn didn’t say too much, he listened to her. He loved her voice, her passion, how she talked, her dark, warm eyes and her beautiful lips talking only to him.
When she knocked on his door, he felt like he was dreaming. He got a second chance, and he wouldn’t want to waste it. He was afraid of she might reject him, or still angry at him, but she wasn’t. She placed her head over his pillow, smiled at him, and then said “You know, I am not angry with you for Amy. I know that it wasn’t your intention. But thanks for apologising anyway…” her voice softened into a whisper and then she fell asleep.
Her words almost made him cry. He didn’t believe that a perfect human being, like Lucy forgave him for something. That she chose him, she wanted to speak with him.
As he made his way back to his room, to her, he couldn’t help smiling. He fell in love with that girl in the journal. And for the first time, the pain he felt faded, gave more space to a new kind of pain: love.
I woke up too early and ended up doing this. For @nevada-b-1780
Fandom: Timeless
Ship: Garcyatt
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"I'm sorry, Lucy." Wyatt steps into the kitchen with shame and despair in his eyes. "I can't live like this anymore. I love you, and I tried, but it's never been you."
"What?" She slams down the spoon she'd been using to stir her coffee. "How can you say that? After all these years together? Who is she?"
He shifts, uncomfortably silent.
Lucy grits her teeth. Her voice becomes threatening. "Who is she? Is this still about Jessica?"
Sighing, he closes his eyes. "It's not a she."
"What? Who?" Realization dawns at the memories of her husband pouring over mission logs, personnel files, and the other man's family photos. Lucy had always assumed Wyatt was looking for a way to save his dead wife. "Flynn?"
Wyatt swallows and nods.
A wave of anger overtakes Lucy before it ebbs and washes away to relief that all of the years of pretending are over. "Me too."
Shock and hurt fill Wyatt's face but give way to a smile. "Then let's get him back."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 16: An Unwanted Reunion
Chapter by DoctorLia, RedGold, UnUnpredictableMe (DraejonSoul)
Summary:
#FlynnFriday imagine: Flynn and Abby are out shopping for Lucy's birthday gift when they run into someone from Abby's past. She seems to be frightened of the guy, but the man seems to be terrified of Flynn.
#DisasterTwins #SiblingInLaw
Notes:
The character Flynn and Abby runs into was from one of the episodes arcs of ER involving Luka and Abby. There will be mentions of domestic abuse in this chapter, so please take care.
list your five longest one-shot fics on AO3 (not chaptered works or series) with the word count, fandom, year, and comments/kudos/bookmarks. one-shots are the short stories to fandom’s books and a distinctly different process in my experience.
@lovebeyondmeasure tagged me (;])
1. falling in reverse (7333 words - Arrow, Oliver/Felicity - 2018 - 32 comments - 284 kudos - 34 bookmarks) I only posted it in two chapters because of a POV change, so I’m counting it as a one-shot. I started this one because Felicity had been through this horrible trauma and injury and this supposed miracle cure and there was basically no follow up about that — nothing about her recovery, the struggles she likely had, or how she was coping with the less than ideal circumstances surrounding 5x20 (plus I really really needed to rehab Oliver. Really.). It took ages to write. AGES. Like 9 months. I gestated this fucking thing and birthed it and it was nearly as painful. Also it went through like 15 people before I finally finished it. This story is never coming down, ever.
2. Forfeit (4681 words - Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack/Team - 2011 - 7 comments - 40 kudos - 4 bookmarks) This one was borne out of a similar dissatisfaction with a show. In this case, I was always frustrated by how sterile the combat was and how few consequences were actually shown as a result. I think people liked it, but also lots of people kinda hated me for, um, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH reasons. It’s not an easy story by any means, but it’s among the stories of which I am the proudest. I’m still mad at myself for not giving Teal’c a bigger role in this story, though — I sat with it for a long time trying to make his voice work and it’s one of my biggest failings that I couldn’t. In the end he had the most important line I’ve possibly ever written, and I hope that makes up for it a little.
3. the devil’s right there in the details (4479 words - Timeless, Wyatt/Lucy - 2017 - 54 comments - 248 kudos - 36 bookmarks) In a nice change from the two above, this one was incredibly easy to write. It was one of those rare occasions when the 1) the plot came to me in a flash, 2) the narrative just flowed out (which is generally not normal for me), and 3) the characterizations just seemed really natural to me. I love the nutty conspiracy-theoristyness of it and teamyness of it. One of my faves just because of the smooth experience I had writing it.
4. god himself would call it justice (3774 words - Arrow, Oliver/Felicity - 2016 - 41 comments - 137 kudos - 26 bookmarks) This story. Oof. This one is also a little brutal. (I’M SORRY. Why do I love hurting my faves? I don’t know, but I doooooooooooo.) I also spent a ton of time on it, listening to Chris Pureka's most depressing music on repeat. For weeks. (I am a very slow writer, have you figured this out about me?) I really loved (and still love) a darker Felicity (or, at least, a Felicity who’s allowed to have more emotional range and depth), and have always been intrigued by the idea of flipping the power structure between Oliver and Felicity. Also one of my favorite stories.
5. back in the ring (2915 words - Arrow, Oliver/Felicity/OTA - 2016 - 16 comments - 83 kudos - 8 bookmarks) Oh my god, why am I like this? I AM THE WORST. But also -- I guess a running theme in my writing is how there are always consequences and growth for characters when you put them through the wringer for the sake of plot. Be they physical (like in Forfeit and falling in reverse) or emotional (like in god himself or this fic). There have to be consequences, otherwise what is the point of all the misery? I always need for there to be a point. In this case, the point was (and always will be for me) that the original Arrow team need each other on a level that is just fundamental to their identities and well-being, and they’re always fighting to get back to each other.
Okay, so this list desperately needs to lighten up, so honorable mentions!
5a. Cabin in the Woods (2891 words - Arrow, Oliver/Felicity/Team - 2016 - 45 comments - 294 kudos - 28 bookmarks) I love this fic so much. It was SO much fun to write, and it came absurdly easy. Also I think I was maybe a little drunk when I wrote it? (I don’t make a habit of writing and drinking, I swear!) Anyway, I love writing humor and half the time I suck at it, but I think I nailed it with this fic. It’s so silly. My beloved.
5b. The Dark Ages (2120 words - Bones, Brennan & Hodgins, Brennan/Booth - 2011 - 10 comments - 137 kudos - 21 bookmarks) This was a prompt response during a comment fic-a-thon on LJ (requested by an author whom I love, Amilyn). And -- y’all, do you have any idea how hard it is to make childbirth interesting? IT IS NOT EASY. I really love this little fic because I got to write a sort of unusual friendship and play with the emergency baby express trope. And also, this is another one that, although tricky, wasn’t a huge pain to write. I count it as a big win, and a fave. ;)
Seriously, all my writer friends should do this and say I tagged you so I can read back through your fic. Consider yourselves all tagged. <3
