Anyone Got a TARDIS?....Part 1
Khonshu is….not entirely sure how this one happened.
After the godhood-mortal switch up, Khonshu decided to leave the experimentation when…he/she was alone.
What Khonshu did not realize was that him and the nestling were now…connected.
Beyond the godparent responsibilities bestowed upon him and Taweret when the nestling was birthed.
No, apparently something…deeper happened.
Based on the fact that Khonshu decided to bring forth a different self to watch the nestling this time.
His young child self.
Why not enjoy the energy, form, and mentality of someone young once in a while?
There was no shame in it, and he would still retain all of his knowledge and memories.
So there was no danger of a child watching the nestling.
His aspect and outlook mentally would change is all.
Therefore, once Marc left the nestling with him, Khonshu shifted forms.
However, something much more dramatic happened.
He was fine.
The nestling was not…un fine.
Just not exactly the same.
The nestling was decidedly older.
Close to his parents’ age if Khonshu could guess correctly.
The nestling…no he would always be a nestling to Khonshu, eyes wide gaped at Khonshu, “Kh-Khonshu?! What the bloody hell is going on?!”
Khonshu cannot think of anything intelligent to say but, “What In The Fucking Duat Is Going Fucking On?!”
Admittingly Khonshu’s vocabulary….was in flux when he was in this specific form.
The older nestling threw his hands in the air, his speech ranging from British to American to Egyptian, “I have not a ruddy clue you idiota muppet! I was about to get ready for work when everything went white and now I’m home!” He gestured to Khonshu, “ And you’re in your child form.” He paused, comprehension dawning on him, “Oh wait….this is it innit? This is what you fucking warned me about. The time when you aged me by grabbing my future self while de-aging yourself!”
He slapped his hands back down on the ground, “Fuck!” He rubbed his hands over his face, “Well this is going to be fun to explain.”
It admittingly took a minute for Khonshu to process this.
And then he realized that this was going to take a lot more than a spell reversal.
As in incantations to reverse this take weeks to set up and perform.
How the hell was he going to explain this to the nestlings’ parents?
Or Taweret?
Khonshu groaned, “If it makes you feel any better. I’m pretty sure I’m never going to hear the end of it from Taweret or your parents.”
The older nestling grimaced in sympathy and chuckled, “Yeah, pretty sure this takes the cake for a while if I remember right.”
Khonshu tilted his head, “Does your younger self remember this?”
The older nestling shook his head, “No, but I remember a few months back when I was visiting, Ommi brought it up and everyone chimed in about it.”
Khonshu hmmmed, then suddenly felt dread, “By any chance…do you remember as a younger nestling what happened to you?”
The nestling took a second to think then shook his head, “Nope! I honestly remember nothing from it. From what you lot told me, my younger self most likely was sent to the future. Where my older parents with you and Taweret are probably there keeping an eye on me.”
Khonshu breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank the stars. That knowledge should keep me from being eviscerated…mostly.”
Before the older nestling could comment, the front door opened, “Indy! Khonshu! I’m home! I got all the groceries and I only had to look at the list once!”
Marc, arm full of groceries walked right past Khonshu and the older nestling, straight into the kitchen.
Khonshu sighed, his avatar really needs to work on his spatial awareness.
What made it worse was that this continued for several minutes as Marc put all the groceries away.
And didn’t notice a thing.
It wasn’t until Marc put everything away and came out of the kitchen with a glass of soy milk (they all liked it and it was better for them in the long run), that he finally saw them.
The glass dropped.
It shattered, spraying milk everywhere.
Marc immediately pulled out a gun from underneath a side table.
Pointing it at the older nestling.
Khonshu positioned his staff in front of the nestling.
However it was apparently pointless as the nestling summoned the Suit that Khonshu gave him.
It was larger and more designed for an adult’s taste.
But it was the same Suit.
Marc froze.
Khonshu froze.
The older nestling waved, “Hey Babba, please don’t shoot me.”
Marc swallowed and finally spoke, very slowly, “What. Is. Going. On?”
Khonshu sighed, this was not going to end well.
He didn’t need to be a god to know that.
Khonshu started, “I decided to become my young child self and somehow this change…caused the nestling to age….Except—“
The older nestling interrupted, “That wasn’t quite what happened. Instead, he summoned me from the future and sent my younger me, the one you know right now Babba, to the future.”
Marc blinked.
He very slowly lowered the gun, “And how do I know you’re telling the truth?”
The older nestling tilted his head, oddly just like Khonshu, “The nearly matching suit Khonshu made for me isn’t enough?”
Marc paused, admittingly the person was right.
But still.
This is a whole new level of weird, even for Marc.
He needed his spouses but they were all occupied.
Layla and Steven were discussing ancient history with Taweret for their once a year solving long lost secrets chat.
Jake was in conference with Artemis and the gang in Greece about a few new disciples of Artemis and how to support them.
So it was down to Marc.
And apparently Child Khonshu, who may be in different form but was unmistakable to Marc.
Maybe it was an avatar thing or just from knowing the god for so long.
Either way.
Marc had two options in front of him.
1-Someone somehow tricked Khonshu, kidnapped his son, and was pretending to be said son…..With the same magic suit.
2-Both Khonshu and this…person were telling the truth.
There are of course more options but Marc needs to make a decision now.
He takes another good look at the Suited person.
He nods to the Suited person, “Suit off and then we’ll talk.”
The Suit disappears.
The person underneath looks like…well like a much older version of Indy.
Curly black hair.
Caramel akin tone.
Layla’s beautiful eyes.
The boys jawline.
Not to mention the fact that his accent and speech pattern seem to keep changing from Steven’s British, to Layla’s Egyptian, to Marc and Jake’s American variations.
Well shit. Marc sighs and puts away the gun.
“Alright. Between the Suit and you,” he gestures to the clearly older Indy, “you’re both telling the truth.”
Khonshu huffed, “Of course we are!”
Indy looks at Khonshu, “Like you weren’t having trouble with this before Babba came in?”
Khonshu crossed his arms, “That’s different.”
Marc and Indy both asked incredulously, “How?”
Khonshu glared at the two, “Because I am a God and you two are related. Can you not tell when you meet your own kin?”
Marc and Indy looked at each other. Indy shrugged, “He’s got a point. Though I would have a hard time trusting this if the roles were reversed.”
Marc sighs and rubs his forehead, how does he always end up with the weirdest shit first?
“Okay, okay. So you,” he points to Khonshu, “are the child self of Khonshu, correct?”
Khonshu huffs and folds his arms, “This is ridiculous. Yes, I am Khonshu you fool!”
Marc nods, “Okay, and you,” he points to the…older Indy, “ are my son from the future who got accidentally sent back in time, while my current son is in the future being extremely spoiled by myself, Ommi, Papa, and Papi. Is that right?”
The older Indy shrugged, “Sounds ‘bout right.”
Marc takes a deep breath as he processes that his toddler son is in the future.
Safe, but in the future nonetheless.
And Marc had only been gone for half an hour at most.
That’s it. He doesn’t care if everyone else is busy. He can feel that he is about to spiral as he realizes the magnitude of what’s happened.
His Indy is not here.
He is somewhere else that Marc can’t reach.
Marc is Indy’s Babba, he’s supposed to be there to love and protect him.
How can he do that when his son is—-
Suddenly someone is supporting Marc upright, “Breathe Babba, I’m right here and younger me is safe, alright? He’s probably getting stuffed full of treats by Ommi as we speak.”
Marc slowly comes back and mentally feels Jake and Steven rushing to get to him. Steven lets him know that Layla is coming too.
Marc is grateful that his spouses are coming back.
Besides, he wouldn’t mind not being the only one freaked out by this.
He focuses his attention on older Indy, as the other sees Marc comes back he relaxes with Marc.
“Good. You’re back. I’m not always great at that, so glad that worked.” Old Indy slowly let go of Marc and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.
“My partners tell me I can be thick as a brick sometimes with this stuff.”
Marc raises his brow, his panic fading away. He really shouldn’t ask but the parent in him wants to know, “Partners?”
Older Indy gives him an incredulous look, “You, Papi, Ommi, and Papa are the last ones to talk in that department.”
Marc snorts, “I wasn’t criticizing, I just want to know how soon Papi is going to need to buy his guns to keep the boys and girls off of you.”
Older Indy chokes, “Uhmmm….”
Marc gives him an amused look, “ What? Did something happen?”
When Older Indy gives Marc’s trademark, Something Wrong/Weird/Batshit Crazy Happened and I Don’t Want to Talk About It Since I Love You And I Want to Protect You.
Then Marc gets concerned, “ Papi didn’t actually have to use a gun… did he?”
Older Indy quickly shook his head, “No, no thank fucking god for that. It’s just…”
Marc is confused, is Indy…embarrassed?, what the hell could embarrass the son of four avatars and the god child of two Egyptian deities?
Marc pushes, “What? You must know something of our past. Pretty sure there isn’t too much relationship wise you could throw at us that would be a shocker.”
Older Indy groaned, “I know! But I can’t say anything or it will be Spoilers for the future!”
Then he grinned as something dawned on him, “Though it is fun that you have a couple decades of wondering before finding out.”
Now it’s Marc turn to groan, “Gee thanks.”
Indy threw him a smirk that looked near identical to Layla’s, “No problem Babba.”
Marc sighed, “Well are you at least happy? Because that is something I want to know as your Babba.”
Indy’s grin went almost borderline lovesick, Marc had to cover a snort to keep from interrupting.
“Yeah, yeah. Everything is going pretty freaking well actually. We’re having to make sure we communicate ‘cause that’s a real easy way of things going sour. But yeah…” Indy shook his head, “It is just so easy now that we’ve worked out most of our relationship kinks. I trust them and they trust me. I mean, I don’t have to worry about being someone else around them and they feel the same around me…There’s a whole host of other reasons but really it just comes down to….I love them Babba, and the fact that they love me back just makes my day every day, ya know?”
Marc nodded, it actually sounded like….
Like a potentially healthy relationship.
Something that took Marc years to achieve, through so much hardship and pain.
For Indy though, it sounds well…normal.
Like Indy didn’t get Marcs baggage or that maybe, perhaps maybe…Marc wasn’t a bad parent.
That Indy grew up relatively normal.
That he got what Marc always wanted for any child of his.
A happy, loving home.
Wild and crazy?
Yes.
But one filled with laughter.
No pain.
No abuse.
Just love.
As this incredible weight of constant personal parental concern lifted from Marc’s shoulders….is when Jake, Layla, and Steven burst in.