Chapter 1
Everything had gone so wrong.
With the lonely, the apocalypse and the statements it was a difficult situation for the both of them. When Helen had appeared through one of their doors however and offered a way to fix everything the were in disbelief, Jon more in denial.
"and how do you suppose you could help?" Jon had asked, hand clasped tightly around his companions own.
"Jon!" Martin had slightly scolded, "Look i know you don't entirely trust Helen but let's at least hear them out, okay?"
Now if there was one thing that hadn't changed since the two had admitted their feelings for each other it would be how weak Jon would get when Martin pulled put the puppy dog eyes. With a sigh and a slight grumble He agreed to listen to whatever Helen had believed would help them.
"Why thank you Martin" she spoke in her usual cheery voice, " Now! My doors are pretty powerful in the sense that i can open them to many places across the world, however! i recently discovered that with a strong enough connection i could open a door to different moments in time".
Now there was shook but also a strong realisation at this.
"You're saying we can go back and-" Jon didn't finished, he was in awe at this new discovery.
"Fix this mess?" Helen waved their arms around to the deserted surroundings, "oh totally!"
"We should do it!" Martin perked up and held onto the tops of Jon's arms, "We could fix everything, we can save Melanie, and Daisy, and Tim, Even Sasha!"He ranted. Martin knew they had to do this, and despite all of the reasoning that Jon could've given on why it would be a bad idea he honestly couldn't care.
They needed to fix things.
"How do we know this is a trick and not just you're way of getting rid of us?" The paranoid thought kicked in.
"Oh, you know full well that i wouldn't do that Archivist", and he did. He knew that if Helen really was out to get them they would've done it by now, well that's what the eye kept on telling him.
"But you wouldn't be doing this without something in return" Jon pushed.
"Oh i know" They smiled in return.
There was a brief moment of silence, this was going to be chance. What ever Helen would want could either be really bad or could work out for them.
"So?" Martin began,"what do you want us to do?"
Helen ran the knife sharp fingers through their hair, a brief moment of contemplation before they responded. " I want to be me again. Helen, well old Helen, she was a person who after what Michael did to her felt lost and so alone. When we became one it all felt better, i became Helen and Helen became me! what i want from you is to make sure that i can become Helen once again. That is all i ask" The eerie smile now replaced with one of genuine gladness of their own existence.
"I-" Jon thought for a second, He didn't want any one who was innocent to die again, but technically Helen wouldn't die, they would just be reborn as this Helen, the Helen who was part of the distortion. He let out a long sigh from his nose. "I promise, I think i like you way better than Michael any how."
Helen smiled at that and martin gave Jon a look as if to say 'you're doing the right thing'.
"Now how is this going to work?" Martin asked, re-linking his hand with Jon's.
"From my experience i just need an item or memory that links to when you want to get back to. I wouldn't worry about you're past selves, you'll end up sharing consciousness anyways. I guess you don't need to be worrying about those worn scars anymore Archivist" Helen laughed clapping their hands in excitement, "Now you got any specific time you want to get back to?"
They had both thought about it for a second when Martin had remembered," What about the day I made my statement about Jane Prentiss? We were both alone at that moment and it was before the attack so Sasha should be fine".
"True" Jon agreed, "Okay, Helen do you think you could do that?"
"Oh Archivist, It would be my pleasure!" They reached down to the cracked ground after a few seconds of thought and wrapped her hand around a door handle before pulling it open to reveal a rectangle hole in the ground." Now just jump in you two!"
The two approached the hole looking into it, seeing nothing but the endless spirals and shapes than continued as far as they could see.
"So just jump?" Martin asked still staring in to the hole.
"Oh yeah, when you regain consciousness you'll be back where you want to be" Helen cheered from right behind them.
"Wait! What do you mean 'regain'-" And before Jon could finish they had both felt a force push them and they were falling.
The colours around the both of them were overwhelming, their hands still remained contact as they began to lose consciousness until everything was black and the feeling of rushing air had no longer felt like anything. Everything was gone and all that remained was the cold, dark world he floated in.
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When Jon had begun to wake up he was aware of the feeling of a hard wooden surface he had been resting on, Papers had been scattered all around the desk with a few tapes stacked and secured in a box a few centimetres away from him. Lifting his head he felt the surge of a headache, it wasn't to bad but it was present enough for him to acknowledge the fact he'd need an ibuprofen tablet to at least numb the pain. He'd ask Martin if he knew if the archive had any later. 'Martin!', he looked around quickly now ignoring the pain he was in when he spotted a man in front of him head also faced down as his had been moments before.
He stood up and made him way around he desk he was sat at to check up on his partner, he was breathing and looked fine so Jon preceded to slightly shake him awake.
"Hey Martin, it's me. Come on wake up" He spoke softly, turns out Martin was a pretty light sleeper so it didn't take long for him to stir and notice Jon in front of him.
"What's-? Did it work?" He awoke slightly better after remembering what had just happened.
Jon looked around the office, it looked like it had all those years ago. Messy with papers and tapes, dusty shelves and the same blood stain on the corner which looked like someone had tried so hard to remove it but failed miserably (probably Rosie).
"I mean, yeah! Wow, I just. wow" Jon had a lack of words and that seemed to entertain Martin before he pouted slightly looking straight at Jon.
"Urg, I'm gonna miss braiding you're hair" Martin said as he reached a hand up and ran it through Jon's now short hair that barely reached down his neck.
"Well, jokes on you because now i can just play with your hair more" Jon joked while flicking Martins small pony tail that he'd tied back it wasn't at all long, just long enough for a hairband to hold it out of his face but Jon thought it was cute.
"Oh don't you start with that now" They both were smiling almost a giggling mess."You got the time perhaps though?"
It took few seconds of looking around before Jon noticed a phone on the desk, he picked it up and saw it was around five in the evening. He flipped the phone around to show Martin and he grimaced.
"Come on, let's head to my flat and get something to eat?" Jon suggested.
"Yeah let's go ahead and do that only i doubt you'll have any fresh food at home" Martin teased, Jon slightly blushed at that because he knew Martin was right.
"Short trip to tescos when we get out the station on my end? I'm not to sure what you like to eat?" He linked his hand with Martin's after grabbing what he assumed was the coat that he kept his oyster, keys and wallet in. He was right.
"Oh, how could i turn that down" Martin chuckled before leading the way out from the office, "Also, it is Saturday. If you aint to restless we could have a lie in tomorrow?"
"Martin, never in my life has something ever been more appealing"