*Slides back into Forever* Hey anyone who's still around! My muse got back into Forever recently and I'm riding the wave of creativity. This is from an AU where Henry and Jo have been married since before the pilot.
"Ms. Payne, AKA Molly Dawes, youâre under arrest for murder," Hansonâs voice came from the door. "We found the murder weapon used to kill your client. Your prints were all over it."
"What?!"
Jo dropped her face into her hand. "God, Henry, youâre so embarrassing," she mumbled.
"What was that?" Hanson asked. He would have done a sweep anyway, but Jo was the one who caught his attention before he started. "Henry? Jo?"
"Excuse me while I die of embarrassment," Jo said, flaming face still hidden in her hand.
"Detective Hanson. Might I trouble you for a handcuff key?" Henry asked.
Hanson stood there, gaping like a fish out of water, as if he hadn't already seen Henry do all sorts of bizarre and embarrassing things. Maybe he was more shocked that Jo went along with it.
"I can explain," Henry tried, as if there was an explanation that would make this better.
"No. Nuh-uh. Nope," Hanson denied vehemently. "No explanations. I don't want to know. I already don't know how I'm going to erase this from my mind, I don't need any details."
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From a modern Henry/Abigail AU I may come back to one day:
Yes, that had to be why [Abigail's] lips curved into an involuntary smile whenever she thought of Henry, why her nerves flared to life when she remembered how his words felt so close to her earâthe warmth of his breath, the richness of his voice, the tasteful scent of his cologne.
/This could be worse/, Henry thought, but as he was apparently lacking common sense along with all of his clothes, he was hard pressed to figure out /how/. <--- for the first sentence meme!
Apparently, the nearest body of water in the small Eastern Washington town was their water tower. At least, he thought it was a water tower. It was dark, but all he could feel above him was a metal dome and he had seen a water tower on his way into town. At least no one but Abe had seen him die--by falling off a cliff this time--so his secret was still safe. Now, to figure out how to get out.Â
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Henry realizes the source of his immortality never came from the gun that killed him, but an object that always, miraculously, finds its way back to him.
In his laboratory, Henry froze, confronted with an idea that had been lingering in the back of his mind for some time now. Slowly, he sat down, putting thoughts together in his head.
âAbraham,â he called up the stairs, voice steady.
On the desk in front of Henry lay his golden pocket-watch, looking very innocent. âThis is my immortality.â He gestured to the object. âItâs always been this. I lose all my other clothesâthis remains behind, and itâs always ticking.â
Abe stared at it in horror. ââŚexactly how many times have you dropped that thing, Pops?â he said weakly.
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Henry drapes another blanket over Lucas's trembling shoulders, and Lucas's bone-white hands whip out from beneath the pile to clutch at the edges of this one, too. Oh, he's so youngâa hair older than Henry had been his first time, but no age is old enough for this. No one is ever old enough to bear the burden of experiencing their own true death and remembering it afterward, nor for the repercussions of it not being the last. "I'm so sorry."
Lucas nods, and tugs the heap of blankets up to his nose, a muffled, quavering, "Thanks, Doc," barely making it through chattering teeth and out of the pile. Henry's heart breaks all over againâhe's long lost count of the number of times that has happened today, from the moment Lucas leapt between Hanson and a bullet until now. That it brought his own secret into the light matters little. For now, all he cares aboutâall anyone cares aboutâis Lucas.
"Just wanted to help," Lucas says, with a faint, ironic smile, a near-echo of what he said as he bled out beneath Henry's hands. "Just trying to help," words that will linger in Henry's brain for centuries to come. He has far too much experience with words like those, with last words. He'll remember them. And, for better or worse, so will Lucas.
So will Lucas. Lucas is alive. After today, unless Henry finds a solution, Lucas will always be alive. He died a hero...only that wasn't the end of his story. And nothing will ever be the same.
But because of him, Mike Hanson will go home to hug his rambunctious children and kiss his beloved wife. Another good man will keep breathing, and he will go on to rain justice upon the guilty shooter. Hanson's world is different now, too: a little bit stranger than before, yes, but not tarnished by his own death, nor by the loss of a friend and savior.
Henry lays a hand on Lucas's shoulder, though he doubts Lucas can feel it through the thick, thick blankets. "You did help, Lucas," he says, soft and gentle, and Lucas's hint of a smile grows. "You did good."
"Thanks," Lucas says, quietly, ducking his head, and some color finallyâfinallyâappears in his cheeks. He goes silent again, but not for so long this time, thank goodness. "So, uh...eternal life, huh? How does, uh...how does that work, exactly? And, um...it's not all bad, right?"
Some might say it is. Some days, Henry might say it. But even though another man, a friend, now shares his curse, that friend and another are alive. Who wouldn't see that as a victory? A bittersweet victory, yes, but a victory nonetheless. "Correct," Henry replies. "Eternity is difficult, yes, but there are far worse things in the world."
"Cool," Lucas says. "And, heyânow you've got a friend to share it with. So, uh, you won't be alone."
Oh. He hadn't considered that, too busy dwelling on the negatives. Those will sink in for Lucas eventually, inevitably, one day, but just as Henry won't be alone with this curse, Lucas won't, either. "And neither will you."
When youâre trying to write a story but the scene youâre writing is hard so you procrastinate by reading old stories you rote years ago and thinking how they could be improved and also going on Tumblr and all you want to do is watch a show but you promised yourself youâd finish the scene before watching the next episode but the scene youâre writing is hard so you procrastinate...