ben braeden-winchester. (littlepimp) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-11-19 00:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | ben braeden, mary winchester, sam winchester |
WHO: Ben Braeden, Mary & Sam Winchester.
WHERE: the Hyperion
WHEN: Sunday, November 19, 2006; one p.m.
WHAT: "Boxes of proof" and the family love to go with them in hopes of convincing one man he's not who he thinks he is.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: thread; COMPLETE.
At quarter to one, Ben paced the lobby of the Hyperion, clearly not at ease. It was still the same building, the rooms were still the same and mostly full of the same things and the system hadn't freaked out and not recognized them, yet there were people walking around it who had no memory of them. Others did, which was the only thing keeping Ben sane now, the only thing keeping him moving forward along the line of thought that said he knew the truth and the people who had forgotten partially or completely were the ones that needed help. But the fact there were so many who had forgotten who he was, who his family was, all the things the Winchester and A.I. had done together... it still hurt Ben, more than he was ever going to admit to anyone willingly. But there were just fifteen minutes more, that was all that was left between this moment and seeing Uncle Sam in person for the first time in over four days, yet those fifteen minutes felt longer than the last few days had. They were ready, as prepared as with proof as they could be without mind reading tricks and the like, but what if- "This is gonna work, Grandma," he said, trying to sound older and more certain that he was on both counts. She needed to hear it, he was sure, because she was pregnant and a girl and weepy and all of that, so he wanted her to be able to have faith that her son, his uncle, wouldn't just dismiss all of this out of hand. But he needed to hear himself say it too, because four days empty of family, marked by his very-pregnant grandma alternately driving him around the city, wandering the house with red eyes or holding him too tightly like he'd melt away was taking it's toll. What if he wasn't as tough as his dad? What if he couldn't get the entire family back together the way Dean Winchester would? What if his dad never knew he failed because he- Turning again, Ben studied the table littered with the gathered belongings of the Winchester family. When Ben had said boxes of proof, he'd meant it, and they'd pulled together things that were portable like photo albums and framed pictures and home movies burned to discs and personal momentos of Sam's, and then Ben had taken pictures of the whole house, as well as a video that became a bit like a video tour, to show Sam Winchester the now-empty house, and that the only risk the house posed was to making him remember. "This is gonna work." It would work. It had to work. |