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pixiesticks) wrote2016-04-06 01:12 am
pixiesticks) wrote2016-04-06 01:12 am
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Title: Broken
Fandom: Inception, Mad Max: Fury Road
Rating/Warnings: PG?
Pairings/Characters: No pairing, Arthur and Max Rockatansky (referred to as John)
Summary: The sky is gray and thundering. Arthur wrenches backward, coughing up sand and clutching his stomach. Someone's beside him, and he wipes the sand from his eyes and looks up. It's John. John with a big gun. Where did he find a big gun? They're in the middle of the desert.
Notes: I don't own the Inception or Mad Max quotes used in this fic
The sky is gray and thundering. Arthur wrenches backward, coughing up sand and clutching his stomach. Someone's beside him, and he wipes the sand from his eyes and looks up. It's John. John with a big gun. Where did he find a big gun? They're in the middle of the desert.
“My world,” he informs him with a mumble. Arthur pushes himself up, and slips in the sand. There's a hand there suddenly. John's helping him up.
“Stay close,” John says lowly. And Arthur nods, standing up and following him closely.
Arthur can see the muscles in John's back tense through his shirt, and he stops.
“What is that?” he asks.
“Max?” the drawn-out, echoing voice calls. The voice of a child. “Max? Where are you?”
John looks back to him, shaking his head. Does he not know, or does he not want to talk about it? Either way, he's moving again, and Arthur follows him. They reach a sad-looking vehicle, wrecked and full of sand. John moves a hand across the hood. He looks almost... fond.
“This is yours?”
John looks to him and nods once. “It was.”
Arthur moves quickly then, grabbing at something glistening in the sunlight on the hood. The glass cuts into his hand immediately, and he hisses. He doesn't understand it at first, but then he hears something.
“You're waiting for a train,” a new drawn-out, echoing voice says, but this time it's familiar. “A train that will take you away.”
He feels something touch his hand and he jumps. John huffs impatiently, grabbing up his hand again and pulling out the glass pieces, playing ignorant to Arthur's grunts of pain. He rips off a piece of cloth from his shirt and gives it to Arthur. He wraps his hand, glancing over at John while he's inspecting the gun.
“I knew that voice.”
“Hm. Thought so.”
It's strange what they walk through. Huge trucks, skeleton boys, Cobb's words echoing, burning inside him, “This was your responsibility!” Girls and the van hitting the water, skulls and tops spinning and spinning and spinning.
“If you can't fix what's broken, you'll, uh... you'll go insane,” John's voice reverberates around them, pulling them, taking them down, down into the darkness.
Arthur wakes with a start, gasping and holding his stomach. John wakes beside him and flails at the air. They look at their wrists, move their thumbs over the small dots where the needles were.
Well, dreams, they feel real while we're in them right? It's only when we wake up then we realize that something was actually strange.
Fandom: Inception, Mad Max: Fury Road
Rating/Warnings: PG?
Pairings/Characters: No pairing, Arthur and Max Rockatansky (referred to as John)
Summary: The sky is gray and thundering. Arthur wrenches backward, coughing up sand and clutching his stomach. Someone's beside him, and he wipes the sand from his eyes and looks up. It's John. John with a big gun. Where did he find a big gun? They're in the middle of the desert.
Notes: I don't own the Inception or Mad Max quotes used in this fic
The sky is gray and thundering. Arthur wrenches backward, coughing up sand and clutching his stomach. Someone's beside him, and he wipes the sand from his eyes and looks up. It's John. John with a big gun. Where did he find a big gun? They're in the middle of the desert.
“My world,” he informs him with a mumble. Arthur pushes himself up, and slips in the sand. There's a hand there suddenly. John's helping him up.
“Stay close,” John says lowly. And Arthur nods, standing up and following him closely.
Arthur can see the muscles in John's back tense through his shirt, and he stops.
“What is that?” he asks.
“Max?” the drawn-out, echoing voice calls. The voice of a child. “Max? Where are you?”
John looks back to him, shaking his head. Does he not know, or does he not want to talk about it? Either way, he's moving again, and Arthur follows him. They reach a sad-looking vehicle, wrecked and full of sand. John moves a hand across the hood. He looks almost... fond.
“This is yours?”
John looks to him and nods once. “It was.”
Arthur moves quickly then, grabbing at something glistening in the sunlight on the hood. The glass cuts into his hand immediately, and he hisses. He doesn't understand it at first, but then he hears something.
“You're waiting for a train,” a new drawn-out, echoing voice says, but this time it's familiar. “A train that will take you away.”
He feels something touch his hand and he jumps. John huffs impatiently, grabbing up his hand again and pulling out the glass pieces, playing ignorant to Arthur's grunts of pain. He rips off a piece of cloth from his shirt and gives it to Arthur. He wraps his hand, glancing over at John while he's inspecting the gun.
“I knew that voice.”
“Hm. Thought so.”
It's strange what they walk through. Huge trucks, skeleton boys, Cobb's words echoing, burning inside him, “This was your responsibility!” Girls and the van hitting the water, skulls and tops spinning and spinning and spinning.
“If you can't fix what's broken, you'll, uh... you'll go insane,” John's voice reverberates around them, pulling them, taking them down, down into the darkness.
Arthur wakes with a start, gasping and holding his stomach. John wakes beside him and flails at the air. They look at their wrists, move their thumbs over the small dots where the needles were.
Well, dreams, they feel real while we're in them right? It's only when we wake up then we realize that something was actually strange.