Time Child

Monster

  A brief talk 

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The fire was burning and rising high into the night, the different smells were mixing together as the smoke rose up, as the fire licked the bricks and scorched the grass; the flames danced in front of his eyes, he was far but he could feel the heat against his skin, the cool of the night forgotten as he hugged his knees up to his chest.

His heart was beating madly in his chest, he could hear sirens in the distance, someone must have called the firemen as he sat in the backyard and watched with a mix of horror and fascination as the fire consumed the house.

He blinked and the memory was gone, he was back in the Waverider, back in a quest to stop a time traveling psycho; but now, somehow all that seemed irrelevant. His eyes were focused over his hands as he leaned over his knees, the silence oppressing the ship; he was in the living room by himself, accompanied only by the ghosts of his past and one never ending question.

How had this happened?

"You're my dad" the words had tattooed themselves into his mind harder than any other scar ever had.

How had this happened?

His life had changed drastically after his family had burned to death, but one thing had remained the same throughout all the things that he had done with his life; he had always kept his feelings to himself.

Lisa and Leonard were the only family he had ever needed, they were very much like him in a few things, and although he had had several one night stands, protection had always been a must, he didn't want anyone growing up with his genes, with his DNA embedded in their system, because that would have meant that he had cursed another person to forever be linked to a monster.

And now in front of everyone, he had been informed that his efforts to stop any kind of reproduction from his part, had failed.

Blondie had stood there and had cried out that she loved him, that she loved him because he was her father.

But he wasn't anyone's father, he was a monster, a monster with a hunger for fire, a monster with a scarred body, and monsters were not supposed to be fathers of golden girls.

And that only erupted more questions in his mind, how different was he in the future? Where had he met her mother? How had he allowed this?

"You're my dad"

He hadn't had a dad in what felt like centuries, how was he supposed to be a father when he barely remembered his?

The fire.

His family.

The Rogues.

The fire.

The Waverider.

The future.

The fire.

Blondie.

The thoughts were suffocating him, and before he knew it, he pushed himself up to his feet, his body felt strained from the injuries but he didn't care, he didn't have time for that; he walked around the sofa and hurried out of the living room.

His footfalls echoed as he walked down the hallway, Sara and Kendra poked their heads out of the kitchen and Sara opened her mouth to stop Mick from whatever the hell he was going to do, but Kendra tugged at her hand.

Sara turned to look at her "Don't" whispered Kendra.

Mick took a turn and then another before he reached the door he was looking for, his heart was pounding but still he pushed further on and knocked loudly over the door.