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rainbowfic2012-01-14 09:40 pm
geena) wrote in rainbowfic2012-01-14 09:40 pm
Entry tags:
Alice Blue 3
Author: Geena
Colors: Alice Blue 3. I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then
Styles and Supplies: Eraser, frame
Rating: G
Word Count: 448
Story: Polyfaceted (Index~Timeline); the title of this story is Recessive.
Summary: The Sight is hereditary, as Torey is so cruelly reminded.
Notes: This is the Sighted AU, named such because, well, Torey is precognitive. Other fics from this AU can be found here. This takes place in 2047.
***
Cristina’s twins are nearly five before it happens.
She corners Torey in his office, slamming the door behind her. Her eyes are swollen and rimmed with red, her voice scratchy as she demands, “Tell me about Seeing.”
Startled, Torey drops his pen and pulls away from his desk. “Cris?”
“Tell me.” If it were anyone else, he’d say she was on the edge of hysteria. Instead, Cristina merely stands before him with clenched fists and shaking limbs, expression tightly held blank.
“What’s going on? Did something--”
“Tell me!”
Torey’s heart sinks. “Okay. Okay, I will. Just... at least sit down.” She hesitates briefly, dropping into the nearest chair before fixing a chilling stare on him. Seconds tick by as he struggles to find the words for something beyond description. “I--” He sighs. “I don’t know where to start.”
“When you See,” she carefully asks, “what happens?”
This is familiar ground, a subject that Torey knows as well as he knows his own name. “Ah. Well, sometimes it starts with a feeling-- like a tingling in my nerves, but deeper than that. Usually, though, it’s unpredictable.” Ironic, considering. “It’s like a memory, at first, as detailed as anything you could think of, except I have no control over how it plays out. One minute I’m in a meeting or eating dinner, and the next I’m somewhere else entirely. It’s only a few seconds, snatches of things, but it’ll be so clear to me. It’ll be like remembering something, except that it hasn’t happened yet.” He watches her, admitting, “Sometimes it’s painful. I’ve had nosebleeds, and it’s not uncommon for Sighted to be plagued by migraines, but usually it’s okay. Like having a daydream that comes true.”
“And the... insanity?” Cristina softly presses.
Torey looks away. “The price most of us pay.”
“I see.”
“What’s this about? Obviously it’s something-- you don’t usually barge into my office and start yelling at me like, well, like you’re David.” He smiles, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Last night,” Cristina informs him, rising to her feet, “my son, my Emilio, told me that he couldn’t wait to have lunch with his nonnas. When I told him that he wasn’t seeing them today, as nice as that would be, he assured me that he was because he dreamed it. Ma and Violetta called me this morning to ask if they could take the boys out today.” She takes in a deep, shaky breath. “Torey, I think-- I think my son can See.”
At this, Torey’s vision dims.
***
Colors: Alice Blue 3. I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then
Styles and Supplies: Eraser, frame
Rating: G
Word Count: 448
Story: Polyfaceted (Index~Timeline); the title of this story is Recessive.
Summary: The Sight is hereditary, as Torey is so cruelly reminded.
Notes: This is the Sighted AU, named such because, well, Torey is precognitive. Other fics from this AU can be found here. This takes place in 2047.
***
Cristina’s twins are nearly five before it happens.
She corners Torey in his office, slamming the door behind her. Her eyes are swollen and rimmed with red, her voice scratchy as she demands, “Tell me about Seeing.”
Startled, Torey drops his pen and pulls away from his desk. “Cris?”
“Tell me.” If it were anyone else, he’d say she was on the edge of hysteria. Instead, Cristina merely stands before him with clenched fists and shaking limbs, expression tightly held blank.
“What’s going on? Did something--”
“Tell me!”
Torey’s heart sinks. “Okay. Okay, I will. Just... at least sit down.” She hesitates briefly, dropping into the nearest chair before fixing a chilling stare on him. Seconds tick by as he struggles to find the words for something beyond description. “I--” He sighs. “I don’t know where to start.”
“When you See,” she carefully asks, “what happens?”
This is familiar ground, a subject that Torey knows as well as he knows his own name. “Ah. Well, sometimes it starts with a feeling-- like a tingling in my nerves, but deeper than that. Usually, though, it’s unpredictable.” Ironic, considering. “It’s like a memory, at first, as detailed as anything you could think of, except I have no control over how it plays out. One minute I’m in a meeting or eating dinner, and the next I’m somewhere else entirely. It’s only a few seconds, snatches of things, but it’ll be so clear to me. It’ll be like remembering something, except that it hasn’t happened yet.” He watches her, admitting, “Sometimes it’s painful. I’ve had nosebleeds, and it’s not uncommon for Sighted to be plagued by migraines, but usually it’s okay. Like having a daydream that comes true.”
“And the... insanity?” Cristina softly presses.
Torey looks away. “The price most of us pay.”
“I see.”
“What’s this about? Obviously it’s something-- you don’t usually barge into my office and start yelling at me like, well, like you’re David.” He smiles, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Last night,” Cristina informs him, rising to her feet, “my son, my Emilio, told me that he couldn’t wait to have lunch with his nonnas. When I told him that he wasn’t seeing them today, as nice as that would be, he assured me that he was because he dreamed it. Ma and Violetta called me this morning to ask if they could take the boys out today.” She takes in a deep, shaky breath. “Torey, I think-- I think my son can See.”
At this, Torey’s vision dims.
***