I'd rather die behind the (chemical_sheds) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2015-02-08 23:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | evey hammond, maleficent, zz:status complete |
Next Steps (Maleficent)
Like an early morning fog, a kind of confusion settles over a mind rising from a deep sleep after a particular trial. In the first few moments of consciousness, the peace of sleep lingers - but then the sun of something not right shines over that peace, piercing it through and scattering it to the wind. And so it was for Evey, after waking from nearly a week's worth of enchanted sleep. When she remembered completely the circumstances, her stomach fell.
The collective was safe. Peter was happy. For these things, Evey was truly pleased, truly relieved. But their exodus from the TARDIS left her with nothing to do. Her hands, for the first time since London, were completely idle. There was nothing she could use to distract herself, and there was no one who needed her. Oh, Peter would argue that point. Evey knew better. Peter Petrelli was made to endure. And both of them knew that he would outlive her by centuries at the very least. No, she was indeed unneeded. That was good. That was what she wanted. But the emptiness...
After a utilitarian shower, Evey found the key Maleficent had left her and used it when discovering that it was needed. Pocketing that enchanted article, Evey stepped out into the TARDIS corridor. The lights were dimmed and flickering. Power had always been a struggle for the ship, and now that there were no people inside it to support, it seemed even the TARDIS was leaving in its own way. Evey walked past the storage rooms that had once kept the collective alive, and through the console room of the TARDIS itself. There were many memories in this place. Only a precious few clung to her.
"Can I stay?" Evey asked the console room. In answer, the lights dimmed even further. With a nod, Evey walked out into the bright sunlight and didn't look back when the TARDIS doors closed behind her.
There was a city somewhere out past the forest. She didn't know the direction she should go, but it seemed that she was meant to go all the same. Evey began walking, then, knowing that she needed higher ground to see anything at all. She considered calling Peter, but... there was a buoyant joy radiating from the presence inside her mind, and it was so strong and so bright that Evey winced from it. She didn't want to interrupt. She didn't want anything to do with it. So she walked.