Things That Need To Pass (passerine!Technoblade x OC) {COMPLETED}

Rescue And Revenge (3)

(3rd person POV)

They took off, Phil to the skies and Techno and Wilbur rushing across the ruined ground.

Phil would get to the tower first, but the other two would not be far behind.

They leapt over chasm after chasm, skidding on snow and falling to their knees but still moving forwards, heading towards the church. Every jump rattled Techno's bones and made him want to cry out, but he pushed it all down. 

The world was being torn apart by an all-powerful, bored little shit; Techno had no right to complain about something as inconsequential as a potentially sprained ankle.

And then, suddenly, it wasn't inconsequential.

It was an easy jump. He could have made it, should have made it.

But instead, he came up short. An inch shy of safety.

Technoblade fell quietly.

There was a sharp tug, and his shoulder almost popped out of its socket as his plunge was abruptly halted. He looked up, legs dangling in open air, and found Wilbur leaning over the edge with his hands around Techno's wrist. His only lifeline.

"Gods," Wilbur cursed, struggling with Techno's weight. "Pull yourself up, Techno!"

Techno's boots scrambled for purchase against the chasm's face. He could feel Wilbur's hands slipping, but Techno knew Wilbur would more readily let both of them fall than let go.

That was how Techno knew he'd already found family again.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his left foot found a steady spot to carry most of his weight. With some awkward maneuvering, Techno managed to haul himself over the edge, breathing heavily with his hands on his knees, but on solid ground once more.

"What the hell?" Wilbur demanded. "You and your grand speeches about never losing me again, but did you ever stop and ask if I could afford to lose you? Get a fucking grip!"

Techno pushed hair out his eyes and blinked slowly at the furious king. "Okay," Techno said quietly. "I'm sorry."

"Are you alright, then?" Wilbur asked, anger quickly evaporating into concern. "We have to go help father."

I don't think he needs our help, Techno thought, squinting up at the belltower. From this angle, he couldn't see much, but he could hear it all: the clash of steel on steel and the distant thuds of two godly beings absolutely trying their best to kill the other.

"I'm alright," assured Techno.

And even if Wilbur didn't seem to believe him, they had no other choice but to soldier on. They were off again, leaping from one broken chunk of earth to another, albeit a bit more cautiously, constantly looking over their shoulders to make sure the other had made it safely. 

When they finally made it to the foot of the belltower, the pain in Techno's ankle had reached a boiling point, and only intensified when Wilbur pushed the tower door open, and they were met with a staircase spiraling into the sky.

"I hate this," Techno declared. "I hate every aspect of this, and I would like to quit and be a humble farmer far from here."

Wilbur stared at him, giving him two seconds to follow through on his words. "Are you done?" Wilbur said. "Because in case you haven't noticed, the end of all things is currently being orchestrated right above our heads."

"I regret ever meeting you."

Wilbur snorted as he started up the stairs. "You say that as if it isn't your dry humor that rubbed off on me."

They took the steps two at a time, round and round until Techno couldn't remember life before the climb.

It wasn't until they were halfway there when Techno's knees finally gave up and he slumped against the brick wall, panting and biting back a scream of frustration. He was holding them back. It was the most important battle of his damned life, and he was holding them back.

Wilbur, standing a few steps up from Techno, looked back with furrowed brows. "What's wrong?" he asked. "You look—You look pale. This isn't like you." He took in the sweat dripping down Techno's face, the exhaustion evident in his trembling shoulders and liquid limbs. "Techno?"

"You're right," Techno murmured, too tired to care about what he was saying. "I'm not myself. I'm not even a fraction what I used to be. I hate this fragile body and all its whining and all its petty demands." 

He looked up, met Wilbur's eyes, willing him to understand, because there was no way in hell he could ever speak the words himself. He didn't have the vocabulary for it. "I hate being this weak, Wilbur."

Wilbur's mouth fell open in a silent oh as realization finally hit him.

Before, all this would have been effortless: the leaping, the running, the climbing. Something as small as a sprained ankle or a healing stab wound would have been no hindrance at all, just little details to shake off like bothersome bugs.

But that was before. This was now.

"Techno," Wilbur whispered, "you're mortal?"Eryn blurted out, bewildered.

a/n

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