Revenge of the Sith
this is (as of rn) the opening scene of timeline 3 :)
(and if you don't know star wars things part of this is a star wars thing)
“Don’t you turn against me!” Tears rolled down her cheeks as he shouted at her. Harsh winds whipped a few wispy curls across her face.
“I don’t know you anymore!” She cried, “-Vincent, you’re breaking my heart! You’re going down a path I can’t follow!” The shadowy figure loomed over her.
“Because of the Guardians?” He tilted his head slightly, eyes empty. She shook her head.
“Because of what you’ve done-- what you plan to do.” She took his arm, “-Stop! Stop now, come back! I love you!” He pushed her away as he saw the figure lurking just behind her.
The gold of his suit reflected the fiery lighting.
“Liar!” She glanced back just as the other hero stepped forward.
“No!” She cried. The villain before her took a few terrifying steps closer, forcing her to stumble back.
“You’re with him! You’ve brought him here to kill me!” He raised a hand, and she started to choke. All the while pleading and protesting.
Her face was so clear in that moment. Familiar stormy blue eyes wide with fear. Blonde hair twisted back in some sort of intricate braid that fell down her back. She raised her hands to her neck as she gasped for air.
The other hero charged forward.
“Let her go, Muse!”
Tommy sat bolt upright in bed, gasping for air as he raised his hands to his own neck.
No force-choking to report. Just another nightmare.
“Tommy?” Tommy was a little closer to hypereventilating than he would have liked. He glanced up as his uncle appeared at his bedside, watery eyes open wide.
“It’s okay, buddy. Just a nightmare. You’re okay.” Marcus murmured as he sank onto the bed and reached for Tommy.
Tommy practically threw himself forward, burying his face in the material of Marcus’s t-shirt. He squeezed his eyes shut tight as he let his uncle envelop him in his arms.
“Hey, shhhhh. I gotcha.” Marcus patted Tommy’s back lightly as he held him.
“Mom again.” Tommy just barely managed to choke the words out. He felt his uncle’s arms tense a bit.
“I’m so sorry.” He kissed Tommy’s temple, “-It’s my fault. We should have waited to tell you the truth, I just thought-” Tommy started to shake his head, pulling away just far enough to speak more clearly.
“No, it’s not- I wanted to know. I’m old enough.” He insisted. And he felt like he was. He’d like to think he’d taken the news well.
It didn’t really change much about his life. He still lived with his aunt and uncle and cousins. Still looked after his little sisters. And his mother had still died when he was a toddler.
He just knew now not to hold out any hope that his father would appear someday and decide to be an active participant in their lives. And he knew that if the man did show up, then there was probably a jailbreak and a much larger issue involved.
Tommy had known the truth for a few months now. It didn’t usually bother him so much. It was just…when Uncle Phil had let him spend the night…
“It was Star Wars.” Tommy muttered sheepishly. His uncle raised an eyebrow, awaiting a better explanation.
“Uncle Phil showed me the prequels. And I thought-- I thought of them.” Marcus’s expression soured a bit, illuminated by the dim glow of Tommy’s little nightlight that he “just kept forgetting” to unplug and remove.
“I told Phil no Star Wars.”
“I’m thirteen.” Tommy protested. Marcus reached to ruffle his hair.
“That doesn’t mean you were ready.” Tommy tried to come up with an argument.
He had nothing.
“I’m okay.” He said instead. Marcus threaded his fingers through Tommy’s curls loosely.
“Do you want any water or anything?” Tommy frowned.
His eyelids were still heavy. The digital clock on his nightstand informed him that it was very much still the middle of the night.
“I don’t think so.” He sighed as he considered it a bit more, “-I think I’m good. I can sleep.” He scrubbed at his eyes with his fists.
“Are you sure?” Tommy yawned.
“Yeah.”
“You don’t need anything at all?” Uncle Marcus fussed. Tommy’s frown returned.
He pressed close for another quick hug. Marcus hugged him back in half a heartbeat, strong arms making him feel as secure as they always did.
“Now I’m good.” Tommy decided as he let go. Marcus pulled the blankets up to Tommy’s chin as he laid back down.
“Get some rest, kiddo. School in the morning.” He patted Tommy’s shoulder lightly. Tommy groaned dramatically.
“Don’t remind me.” Marcus pulled the door mostly closed until it was only partially ajar.
“I love you.” He murmured. And Tommy almost smiled as he closed his eyes.
“Love you.”
