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Stone underfoot, purple and orange streaked overhead, an eye-sucking void of nothing to be seen in between, and a chill dry wind that blows from nowhere to nowhere. He knows this place.

Something in the distance cries out, a screeling sound like the gulls dipping low over Puget Sound. There's nothing there when he turns, of course-

sssso... good of you to join... ussss, Doctor Freeman.

He's still. He's absolutely still.

how... long has it... been? And not one word... from you, in all that... time. one WONders what'sssss... on your mind, hm?

Blank, colorless empty from horizon to horizon; the void gives way to phantoms of Mongolia, to the great dead Worm slumped in Chapada dos Guimarães, to smoke and ash in White Forest-

(The Emperor's gone. The fleet remains.)

-to maggot-monsters, gas-masked, ghosting through shadow and through shafts of blue light untouched by Earthly dust.

sensible thought, Doctor Freeman. I musssst congRATulate you on your... persisssstence... of memory.

There's so many of them.

but one hopes you've done more... than reMEMber. afffffffter all...

They're swarming, like the dime-priced feeder fish in the ninety gallon tank, swirling furiously around each other and over and under and- no, there's an order to it, clumping here, separating there-

The Worm had been the size of buildings. The swarm is sweeping around a building the size of mountains. It glitters black and bright against the eyeless void, pulsing with energies with no human name. Slowly at first, and then faster.

...yoursssss is not the… only stake in this... matter.

The air tastes like ozone, like chewing on tinfoil, as the monstrous machine surges.

sssssomeone's knocking at your DOOR, Doctor Freeman. I assure you... they won't wait for YOU... to open it.

And the skies, what skies there are, are torn asunder-

There's a ceiling overhead. The sheets are stuck to his skin, cold with sweat. There's a pillow under his head. This is Milliways. He's awake.

He's just... going to watch the ceiling for a while, and try to ignore the rushing of his heartbeat in his ears.

Date: 2012-09-23 02:11 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (worried)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
At some point, the quiet is broken by an insistent knock on the door and a familiar voice.


Alyx sounds out of breath and more than a little alarmed.

Date: 2012-09-23 02:18 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (concern)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
Alyx peers in. Walks over to the bed. Sits down on it. Lays her hand gently over Gordon's.

She doesn't say a word, yet.

Date: 2012-09-23 02:26 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (subliminal messages)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
She nods.

(This was, Alyx thinks in a distant sort of way, the first time she's actually seen the gray-faced bastard and remembered it afterwards. Part of her wishes she could forget it.)

Date: 2012-09-23 02:43 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (serious)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
Alyx wants to... she doesn't know what she wants to do. Ask how he's doing. Tell him it's all gonna be okay. Something.

But she knows, and it's not.

"We're out of time, aren't we."

It's not a question.

Date: 2012-09-23 03:26 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (crying)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
"Me too."

She's blinking back tears.


...I wish I could go with you."

Date: 2012-09-23 03:46 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (with Gordon - tight hug)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
Alyx wraps her hands around Gordon's forearms, pulling him up into a sitting position and into the tightest hug she can manage.

(One more time. One more time he has to walk away from her, into a place where she can't follow. One more time he has to risk his life while she can only watch. One more time he might not ever come back.

One way or another, this will be the last time.)

Date: 2012-09-23 04:01 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (with Gordon - tight hug)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
Alyx doesn't say a word, but she's trembling in his arms.

Not from tears. From silent, repressed laughter.

Date: 2012-09-23 04:05 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (:D?)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
She pulls away from him for a moment so she can catch her breath. When she manages to speak again, it's in her best (which still isn't very good) 'cheesy announcer' voice. "Gordon Freeman, you've just saved humanity from an extradimensional alien empire! What are you gonna do next??"

Date: 2012-09-23 04:08 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (smile)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
"C'mon, say it..."

Date: 2012-09-23 04:16 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (with Gordon - intense kiss)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
"Damn straight," says Alyx with a broad grin before leaning in to give Gordon a kiss.

Date: 2012-09-23 04:22 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (with Gordon - in bed)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
They just might.

This isn't what Alyx expected to happen when she woke up ten minutes ago, but she'll take it.


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December 2012


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