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Overstimulated Logan

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Christmas

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Prelude to Time Feelers fic:

Even the COI researcher had known it was God. Because a god makes sense of what it sees despite what it should be, the researchers' reverent voice had whispered.

​“More like the devil. I mean, it was terrifying either way.” Ryland huffed, but Simon's mind was reeling. What did that have to do with anything? God was terrifying. Always had been. “If I believed in that sort of thing. Which I don’t. But hey, whatever floats your boat.”

​Ryland gestured to him amicably.

​“You don’t think it's a god,” Simon said slowly. “It… spoke to us.”

​“Yeah,” Ryland puffed out his cheeks. “Nothing makes sense, but that’s because we haven’t discovered anything about it yet. Just because we don’t understand something doesn’t mean it’s god.”

​He said it so simply. Suddenly Simon didn’t feel so bad about his doubts, about his wayward title he had to prove over and over again that he could discard.

​I’m not a wayward, Father. I swear it, I swear, please, please- the blade was cool, but his blood was warm, trickling down his throat into the collar of his hood.

​Then prove it, Simon. The leather hilt of the blade rough in the palm of his hand, the grey glint in his eye.

​Ryland definitely would have been a wayward if he were on Eden, or, more likely, a COI scientist. At Ryland’s words, Simon still felt that built-in resistance, the Father’s voice ringing in his ears. God is the unknown, my son. All that we cannot and will not understand. You would doubt him, Simon? Trust your mortal judgement over his omnipotence?

​The scientist hummed. “It’s most likely a terrifying alien from your universe. I’d rather deal with a terrifying alien than a terrifying, unkillable god, right?”

​“I’d rather do neither,” Simon said dryly, breath shaking out of him at his blasphemous thoughts.

He gave a bitter chuckle. “Yeah, seriously. But, uh, it’s what we’ve got. I know you’d rather not deal with it. I don’t blame you, which is why we offered an alternative. I can’t…”

​Ryland looked down and shuffled his white shoes. “I can’t guarantee you’re going to like what we’re doing if you stay.”

​“You saw what it did to us. You can’t even get close without it punting us across the universe. How the hell are you expecting to kill it?” Simon asked incredulously.

​“We’re still working on that." Ryland ran his hand through his hair, making it even messier. “But that's the thing, Simon. I have to be able to work on it. I have to try.”

​“Why? Wouldn’t the smartest thing to do be preparing for the end? At least prepare supplies for moving as many people as you can to space before the Rapture,” Simon said.

​“We’ve talked to the Eridians about it, and they’re holding a thrum. It's like a big meeting sorta…” Ryland's eyes took a watery sheen. “But that’s- that’s a good backup plan. If we fail.”

​“You’re going to fail,” Simon said, and Ryland flinched.

​“Mean, rude human!” Rocky angrily announced, but Simon wasn’t trying to be mean.

Simon froze. Did he not mention that? Shit. Information was slowly bleeding out of him, and regardless of the debt he owed, Simon was having a hard time not panicking at the valuable resource he was steadily sharing. Simon had wanted to keep his violence tightly contained, his crimes hidden from the crew. He tensed, hoping they wouldn’t connect the role with the word Butcher, that they wouldn’t think too hard about what Simon had to do as a soldier or what war he was fighting. 

Information was the only thing he had to vouch for his survival.

If he proved to be useless, they wouldn’t keep him. If he didn’t help with the mission, they could let the Eridians take him to their planet. Ryland trusted them, but Simon knew that they wouldn’t just let him live on Erid in peace, not without the Savior of their world protecting him. Simon hated needing protection, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think he had any power over this situation. He was at the complete mercy of Ryland and the Eridians, and if he wasn’t good, then he needed to be useful. Simon was trying to be both, but the well of useful information he’d gathered was slowly drying up.

But if he had a role, if he could do something, then Simon would feel more secure in his place here. He just had to earn it.  

Simon swallowed. “...I piloted smaller flighters. Nowhere near as fancy as this, but I was good at what I did. I’ve been watching how you do it. I think I can do it with one arm, if you take notes. We… could switch.”

“I… dunno,” Ryland exhaled. “It’s pretty tricky to fly this thing. It took me a long time to figure out.”

“I’ve flown in space before, and I didn’t need any fancy shit to do it either,” Simon huffed and then took a steadying breath, “Look- you’re tired, no point in arguing it- I’m bored out of my mind and I know how to do this. Let’s switch. I know we move it 100 clicks out, then you gotta redo the search grid before we do this all over again. 360 turn, stop, angle it up 5 degrees, 18 planes- I’ve been paying attention.”

“I didn’t think you hadn’t,” Ryland protested. “It’s easier to watch than do.”

“If I suck, I won’t ask again,” Simon said. “I know you have no reason to trust m-”

“It’s not that!” Ryland said, “I just-”

He looked over at Rocky and Adrian and stopped. He let out a long sigh and raised his eyebrows at them.

“It is Grace’s ship. Rocky cannot decide.”

“Adrian wants to see Simon fly ship,” Adrian said. That’s why they were his favorite. Simon gestured to them and then gave an expectant look to Ryland. 

“So?” Simon prompted, unable to keep the hope from fluttering in his chest. 

“Alright,” Ryland sighed. “It's hard to get the hang of, so if it doesn't work out, it’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with being a note taker-”

Simon grinned and unbuckled his seatbelt. He drifted in zero gravity, angling toward Ryland’s seat. Much more reluctantly Ryland started to unbuckle, and Simon clasped his shoulder amicably. “You won’t regret this.”

Ryland jolted at the touch at the same time he released the claps on his seatbelt, wobbling a bit like he had forgotten how to move in zero gravity. 

“Right! Uh, yeah, I mean, no, sure, give it go!” Ryland stumbled. “Hopefully the flighters you piloted have comparable mechanisms-”

Simon tuned him out. He was thrumming with excitement as they switched places. The throttle was warm and sweaty, but Simon didn’t care. It was smooth and sleek and new. It was the nicest cockpit he’d ever been inside, nowhere near the rust buckets Eden and COI had. He couldn’t contain the smile twitching at his lips as he took a steadying breath to calm his nerves. Don’t screw this up.