Au where in the Unknowing, Jon Knows the one place in the building that will still be standing after the explosion.
Jon manages to get Tim there and shields him with his own body just as the explosion goes off.
Tim lives- Jon’s in a coma. Martin and Tim are chilling together, visiting jon in the hospital. Martin doesn’t fall to the lonely. Everything is FINE
Imma post what I have so far cause I’m so busy that idk when I’ll get a chance to finish it but the basics are there. This has not been proofed or looked over or edited or anything so I’m sorry for the mistakes I know are there. As well as idrr what the timeline was for the statements during Jon’s coma.
Cw for injuries and burns
“That’s not funny”
“I know”
Jon barely had the time to realize his feet were moving. He was confused and had no idea what he was doing or where he was going but he Knew. He knew he had to save Tim. Tim. His trusted assistant. The one that may hate him but knew Jon was still himself. Perhaps even the only one.
“Tim!” The name screamed from his throat as he managed to wrap his arms around him and barrel them both away.
East wall. 1.43 meters from the wall itself. The blast will effect the area the least
Oh… oh.
Right.
Jon somehow managed to crash hard enough into Tim to roll them both into that area. There was a half wall there to tuck him into. The other man wasn’t even processing it as Jon forced him to stay, putting his body weight on him to shield him from the worst blast.
The building was exploding around them. Fire and debris attacking from every angle, including and especially from below.
When Tim awoke finally, he was first, shocked to see that he did wake up at all. Secondly, he was surprised to feel a lumpy mass on top of him and a torn apart yet still barely standing wall behind him.
“Jon…?” He nudged the mass gently but there was no response. He went to move the smaller man when he let out a scream as pain shot through his arm and legs. Upon further inspection, he could see them scratched with debris and light burn marks. Other parts of him were in a similar state but where Jon lay, he was untouched…
Jon was not though, and as much as he disliked the man…he didn’t want him to die now. Especially not in his arms.
He tried nudging him again and found Jon’s back bloodied and torn in such a way, Tim visibly cringed to himself. Jons sweater on the back had either been burned away or burned into the skin. The man was wholly unresponsive and even when Tim checked, he Knew Jon was alive…he didn’t care if there was no heartbeat or breathing. He simply knew it and for it, he wouldn’t let him go.
His phone was blown to shit so he couldn’t call for A&E that way… surely someone must have seen or heard the explosion.
Surely Elias Knew, could See exactly what was happening. Even if Martins plan worked, he would get someone out here… right? Even if just for his previous archivist…
His vision was starting to fade in and out as his mind searched for what to do of what ideas and options he had.
“-aisy!” It was a distant voice but he knew he knew it, knew he had heard it
“Daisy!” The voice came again.
“Basira…?” He asked aloud but his voice cracked and was too hoarse to sound more than a whisper. He cleared his throat with a cough.
“Basira!! O-over here!” The effort made his head throb and the world spin.
He could hear the voice of her headed their way, over piles of debris and smothering monsters.
“Tim-? Oh my go- Tim!!” She ran over to him quickly ”how are you still alive!?” She was already getting out her phone for which he assumed was the emergency line.
“I-ah…I think Jon…? I-..I dunno” he groaned as the adrenaline started to wear off. “The others? Daisy? The circus?”
“No sign of Daisy yet…no body at least… but the circus is dead…nikola is gone Tim.”
He woke up to a screeching beep in his ear, there were two, one on either side of him and they seemed to scream in a rhythm Tim soon realized was his own heart rate.
It took him longer than he wanted to be able to open his eyes and understand that he was in hospital…in a bed that was too white for his liking as well as a curtain and walls equally so.
It was only once he squeezed them shut again that he realized there was another in the room…or another voice at least and with it brought an unspeakable amount of rage. He could hear his own heart rate sky rocket with it as the voice came to a close.
“You are doing well, Jon. I only hope you can continue your growth without my guidance.”
There was a sudden knock on the door and Elias called for them to come in.
He could feel his Gaze turn towards Tim, no doubt knowing that he was awake now.
Tim could feel himself drifting in and out of consciousness as Martin walked in and the police took Elias away. Still smug and confident, even after receiving a hit to the gut. Still, Tim found himself wishing he could've been the one delivering the blow…the encounter honestly took too long for his liking.
He just wished that the bastard would be gone from his life-or what was left of it at least.
Only after Elias was finally escorted out, the room began to feel…chilly? Was that the right word for it? Tim tried to crack his eyes open again but he could’ve sworn there was fog in the room now.
Fuck all this spooky shit.
“Must be a relief.”
A sudden voice sounded and Tim found himself trying to sit up now even as his muscles failed and protested the movement.
Martin stuttered towards the new voice, obviously taken aback by it.
“I honestly thought there’d be more of a scene, but he always surprises me”
“W-What?…what are you doing hear, Mr Lukas” Martin asked slowly and Tim racked his brain to put together where he knew that name, why would Martin just know a spook by name like this..?
“Please. Call me Peter.”
“No…no I think I’m ok.”
“As you like.” The voice was weirdly cheery, even as he sighed “look. I’d love to go into detail and explain this..new development to you, but it seems you’ve got a guest awake. So I won’t take up anymore of your time.”
“Wait-!” Martin squeaked out and Tim knew he must be gone, even if he didn’t hear a door open or close at all.
Before he knew it, Martin was throwing back the curtain that separated him and Jon.
“T-Tim!?” Martin tried slowly and Tim forced his eyes fully open, cracking a grimacing smile towards the man.
“h-Heya” his voice cracked with the effort and nonuse.
“You’re awake!” Martin raced over, sitting on the edge of the bed and seeming to check to make sure Tim was in fact ok and alive.
“Yeah….g-guess I am…” he coughed out before Martin was handing him a glass of water. He took it greedily, almost choking on it before putting the emptied cup down. “How do you know Peter Lukas?” He managed to put a light threat on his tone, enough to make Martin look away with a gulp.
“I don’t? Not really at least…. He came to my office a while back…before the Unknowing, said a few confusing things and left. That’s it.” He finished with a shrug, looking back towards Tim.
He stayed silent for a little while, letting it sink in with a nod. “And the others?.. Jon? Daisy? Basira? How long has it been?”
Martin took a breath, sighing softly before speaking “Jon is- well he’s next to you. In a coma. No real life signs…but alive. Basira is…well she’s fine I guess? I mean, as fine as you can be after being in the Unknowing. And Daisy…she’s trapped in the coffin…don’t know if there’s a way to get her out or not…no records of anyone getting out or what happens to them” he let out a heavy breath with his words, as if this was somehow his fault. “It’s been about a week. Not much.” He shrugged, looking towards Jon’s cot. “Tim…how are you still alive-i-I mean. Don’t get me wrong! I’m excited, thrilled you’re alive! But-…You were at ground zero, and unlike Jon, you have no tie to the Fears…that we know of at least…right?”
Tim looked away and shook his head, trying to remember the event but it was all red and music and confusion and feelings and fear.
“I…it was Jon I think…? He pushed me and I think-I dunno he must’ve known where the safest place would be?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to make sense of it, he vaguely remembered beating him up at one point but that didn’t make much sense-even if he wanted to do it most at any given time.
“Danny was there” he found himself whispering instead as if a revelation. “I saw him dancing… he-he wouldn’t stop and when I-I tried to pull him from it..he just..he laughed.. It wasn’t his laugh though..” he could feel his throat tighten in something mixing with fear
“Oh…. Tim..” Martin squeezed his shoulder hesitantly, obviously uncertain of how to go about this specifically “it wasn’t him.. It was just-probably the Unknowing messing with your mind a bit.” He tried, but convinced no one. They both knew something of the Circus was wearing his brother to the dance.
After a long, heavy silence, Tim finally spoke up again.
“So Elias is gone then?…” his voice sounded tired.
“Oh your heard that too? Yeah…they’ve taken him to prison for now…”
“What does that mean for us then?…are we still tied to the institution, to the fears?”
“I mean…I’d assume so?… I’ve been too busy to really think about quitting lately…but..Elias is still alive and we are still contracted to work for the institution so I don’t think we’ll get too far if we tried to leave..” Martin fidgeted with his hands and it took everything in Tim to not put his hand on top of them just to stop the constant motion, so he let out a sigh instead, looking towards the windowed wall instead.
“‘Course not. We’d ever be so lucky…” he scoffed and looked at his hands, bandaged and aching but no where near damaged as they should’ve been.
“They say when they’ll lemme out of here?” He went with instead, not having the energy to bring up what he truly wanted to,
“No.” Martin shook his head “they wouldn’t discuss it with me- not direct family and all that… they mostly just sounded surprised you were alive when I told them what happened..”
“You told them??” Tim laughed lightly and shook his head “they were more likely shocked over the story they assumed was faked.!”
“Yes of course I told them. They needed to know what happened to you. And no, I didn’t tell them about the Unknowing or anything, just that you were in the middle of an explosion. That’s all.” He huffed and shook his head. “I’ll go get the nurses for you. I’m sure they’ll wanna do a lot of tests and what-not…”
