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Chapters: ½ Fandom: Band of Brothers (TV 2001) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lewis Nixon/Richard Winters Characters: Harry Welsh, Lewis Nixon, Richard Winters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, PASIV Devices, Canon Compliant, Simulation Devices, Memory Related, Misconceptions Summary:

Dick stares at the tan, soundproofed wall behind the medical staff more than directly at them, while doing his best to pay more attention to the sting and the ache in the flesh of his arm, than where, and why, and when, and how he got to be sitting across at the desk.

“Did you find the exercise worth your time, Captain?”

Dick sees Lewis Nixon – the real one – for the first time crossing a street in front of a café; the one roughly between the apartment that Dick had figured he lived in, after walking the area the night before, and the park that’s in the videos. He has his little dog tucked under his arm and a pair of big sunglasses on, talking into his phone with a visible curl of dissatisfaction at his lips.

He looks good.

“My whole life, I don’t know what this song [Auld Lang Syne] means. I mean, ‘should old acquaintance be forgot.’ Does that mean that we should forget old acquaintances? It doesn’t mean that if we happen to forget them, we should remember them, which is not possible because we already forgot them.” “Well, maybe it just means that we should remember that we forgot them, or something. Anyway, it’s about old friends.”

fic - sit next to me before i go [buck/bucky] FINAL

"Buck, I'm fucking terrified," John says. Gale doesn't know what he expected him to say. It wasn't that. "What do you mean?" "I've never—I've never felt like this before."

on ao3

pulp: come closer… cause i’m going to tell you a secret… last friday night i had sex with your mother. (inhale) oh yeah. and let me tell you another secret… this coming thursday… im gonna do it again. alright.

oasis: i’m never going to die i’ll touch the sky and sex drugs and rock and roll will keep me alive

Gale didn’t know it could be like this.

Not with anyone. Not in any version of his life. Not in any corner of the universe, in any branch of reality and time. He didn’t know there existed a timeline where he wasn’t miserable, where he didn’t crash and burn—not just in the cockpit, but in every part of himself. A version of events where he didn’t die, over and over, in a hundred small, quiet ways.