Trash

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I yap a lot about AUs/crossovers. If you have a suggestion or question about an AU I am ALL EARS. I love talking

Fics:

Dirty Hands (unfinished): Simon/Grace

Imagining it covered in flowering ivy and moss. The sub was ripped open by a growing tree and torn apart by ribbed maws, and now, its broken pieces are held together by roots of flowers and strung together ivy.

The sight of the former rust bucket turned-green haven is stark against the blue ocean and sandy beach.

Simon was a man.

This is how the ending actually goes. The Eel turns into a normal size and now Simon has to go on a world saving quest through the stars hidden behind the veil of the God’s Eye

Grace had accepted his death was inevitable on the Hail Mary.

Simon, faced with the certainty of death, wanted to live with all his being. He never gave up. Not once.

Which leads me to the conclusion that Simon wouldn't stay on Erid. He loves Grace, that much is true, but faced with the descion to spend the rest of his life staring up at stars that are locked behind a screen, or to be in a ship surrounded by real ones... I think Simon would choose space.

The Eridians have a vast network of satellites for contact with their numerous probes.

Simon doesn't take the Hail Mary. That is Grace and Rocky’s ship.

He works with the Eridians to build one for himself.

Grace can only watch. Because working on this project is the happiest and most cheerful Grace has ever seen the other man. Simon talks more. About the stars beyond. About planets. Simon talks.

Simon was always so quiet before the building of his escape started.

The day for take-off counts down on a calendar and Grace is scared.

Simon is excited.

Grace doesn't board the ship. Simon never asked him to. Grace doesn't think he could say no. But he could never bring himself to say yes.

Grace talks with Simon through the radio. Their transmissions go from being instant, to delayed by a few minutes, hours… days…

Simon talks about anything and everything about the worlds outside. The Eridians, along with Simon’s advanced knowledge about space travel from thousands of years in the future, manage to craft a ship much more advanced than anything Grace expected to see in his lifetime.

Simon truly does visit different worlds and planets.

But he always comes back to Grace.

Sometimes Simon will come back in a matter of minutes, talking about the week he spent on a desert.

Sometimes it will be much, much longer.

But he always comes back.

And Simon, who was years younger than Grace, catches up in his aging.

……….…………..

So of course, Grace just

Flips Simon

Grace craves contact. He craves to hold someone or for someone to hold him.

He fills one of his gloves with warm water and holds it between his fingers in an attempt to simulate contact. He tried leaving it on his shoulder, his thigh, and he tried balancing it on his head one time but he ended up dropping it on the papers he was grading.

When Simon wakes up, he knows he’s dead.

He knows, because he will die again. And again. Forever trapped in this goddamn submarine.

The computer makes a noise. Like it was downloading something. That was impossible, because Simon hadn't yet found the SM-08.

“Hello Earth!” a bright and cheery voice comes through the broken speakers. Simon pulls himself off the floor and up to the computer terminal in the back of the sub. Waving back at him is a man with too much light in his eyes. “As you might know me, I am Doctor Ryland Grace- or well, Captain Doctor Ryland Grace. Doctor Captain? Which goes first?”

What?

This is the first time in all his deaths that something new happened. Something truly new. He expects the monster to slam into his ship for the transgression. It doesn't. There's just the ambient noise of blood sloshing to the heartbeat of the sea.

…

Simon dies again.

A video awaits for him.

“So… I met an alien,” Grace says with his signature radiant smile. A creature that reaches just above Grace's knees rolls onto screen.

“Hello Earth! I am Rocky!”

…

With every new death comes another video. Simon doesn't care if they're hallucinations because this is his only joy that accompanies him in the ocean.

When Simon awakes from another death, he immediately sits up and waits for the terminal to download the next video. His vision swims as his brain recoordinates to having all his limbs.

“So…” Grace isn't smiling, “I found… someone else.”

Grace takes the camera and tilts it to show-

Himself. Covered in blood. He looks freshly plucked from his own hell and placed into Grace's hands.

“Armando is running scans right now. I hope he’s okay.”

…

Simon doesn't watch the videos anymore. Not out of his own free will, at least. No matter how much he bashes against the speakers, they still play the audio. Simon smashed the screen of the terminal. The video started playing on the radiation camera’s screen. He smashes that too.

Because while Simon- the real Simon- replays his own personal hell, the fake gets to be free.

He hears himself laugh with Grace over the speakers.

I wonder if their brain edits them out of frame like we do with noses in our vision, or if they need to constantly have an over the shoulder camera on themselves.