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crack_van2007-11-30 09:42 pm
marag.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2007-11-30 09:42 pm
A Time Ago by Brown Betty (G)
Fandom: DC COMICS
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brown_betty
Author's Website: Betty's fic at the Archive at the End of the Universe
Why this story must be read:
Oh god, because it's wonderful and perfect and beautiful. Do you need more? ::flails:: This is one of those stories that can easily be ruined for the reader by too much talking, so I'm afraid to say too much. This story is a mystery and a character study and it's sad. It's the kind of fic that this fandom attracts if we're very very lucky.
It's dark.
It's dark, and he's cold. No, he realizes, damp. He'll be cold soon, if he doesn't...
"Man?" says a thin voice. Girl, he thinks, or child. He lifts his hand carefully, in case the voice is bending over him.
"Mother!" says the voice, "He's alive now!" The voice recedes.
This isn't right, he knows, but doesn't know how. He's not supposed to wake up like this. There's supposed to be... He's supposed to know...
He takes stock. He feels-- normal, he thinks, but has no base line. Nothing is painful, although it's still dark. Perhaps he's blind? He's on a soft bed, more like a nest. He sits up, with a hand held above his head in case there's a low ceiling. There isn't.
Noises return. More footsteps, more than one person, and then a soft spot of grey-green, of light.
Not blind, he realizes, and then realizes he was terrified, when his chest unbinds to let him breathe again.
A Time Ago
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:
brown_bettyAuthor's Website: Betty's fic at the Archive at the End of the Universe
Why this story must be read:
Oh god, because it's wonderful and perfect and beautiful. Do you need more? ::flails:: This is one of those stories that can easily be ruined for the reader by too much talking, so I'm afraid to say too much. This story is a mystery and a character study and it's sad. It's the kind of fic that this fandom attracts if we're very very lucky.
It's dark.
It's dark, and he's cold. No, he realizes, damp. He'll be cold soon, if he doesn't...
"Man?" says a thin voice. Girl, he thinks, or child. He lifts his hand carefully, in case the voice is bending over him.
"Mother!" says the voice, "He's alive now!" The voice recedes.
This isn't right, he knows, but doesn't know how. He's not supposed to wake up like this. There's supposed to be... He's supposed to know...
He takes stock. He feels-- normal, he thinks, but has no base line. Nothing is painful, although it's still dark. Perhaps he's blind? He's on a soft bed, more like a nest. He sits up, with a hand held above his head in case there's a low ceiling. There isn't.
Noises return. More footsteps, more than one person, and then a soft spot of grey-green, of light.
Not blind, he realizes, and then realizes he was terrified, when his chest unbinds to let him breathe again.
A Time Ago