30th June, 2012
L"ks Condos #303, Rhy'Din
For some men, their bachelor party was a huge affair, filled with noise and laughter, organised by their best man as one last fling before the end. With Dom as a best man, however, Jon could be certain of something a little different. If the actor wanted a traditional celebration of the end of his bachelorhood, Correy would not doubt provide it gleefully. Not so, Dom. The older Granger had shown up at the condo bearing a small flask of something thick and vaguely grayish-purple in color, a knowing smile playing about his lips.
After a nod to Vicki, who had made herself scarce within moments - a sure sign of collusion, if ever there was one - Dom had ushered Jon into the spare bedroom of the condo, urging his cousin to make himself comfortable. Sat with him on the floor, the anthropologist had then proceeded to pour a small amount of the liquid from the flask into a cup. He produced a pinch of copper red strands that could only have been snipped from Vicki's hair, carefully stirring the little lock into the mixture and watching as they dissolved away. Immediately, the cup began to smell of Vicki, a scent that Jon was very familiar with by now.
Looking up, Dom met Jon's eyes with that solemn smile he had developed in the months since the death of his own wife, Gwen's. "First thing to remember, Jon," he said in his quiet, unassuming voice, "is that the finn" a saol is not to be taken lightly. It was the best experience of my life, one that Gwen pushed me to take. I never will forget it, as long as I live. And I wanted to give you the chance to experience it for yourself. Finn" a saol means, literally, to witness a life - for you, it'll be Vicki's life; the defining moments that brought her to you in the first place, and she has already given her permission for you to see those moments. It's an old magic of the heart, but don't let that fool you. Everything you see and hear and do, it will all be real. It's a form of time travel, at the very core." He held his cousin's eyes thoughtfully. "Are you sure you can cope with it?"
Jon watched as Dom readied the concoction, his stomach twisted into a tangle of nervous knots. Dom had explained what was about to happen, but Jon had his reservations, wondering if this wasn't just going to be some wild mind-blowing drug-induced hallucination. The last thing Jon wanted was to dragged into that lifestyle again, even though he didn't remember it. On the other hand, he trusted Dom implicitly and respected his judgment. Somehow, Jon suspected Dom and Vicki had been in cahoots, but if he thought about the implications of it all, it made his brain hurt. "It seems it's kind of a given, Dom. I must have agreed to this if Vicki remembers it, right?"
"Nothing is set in stone," Dom assured him. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to, Jon. All it means is that Vicki will have confused dreams tonight, and tomorrow a few of those memories she has of you will be gone. That's all." He smiled at his cousin, silently encouraging him to take the step. "The choice is yours ultimately."
Jon frowned thoughtfully. Until just a little while ago, he'd had no idea Vicki had known him before what he'd thought was their first meeting on the set of Crowes, and now he had learned, to his surprise, that she held memories of him from years ago that he didn't share because he hadn't lived it yet. If Dom said it had been the best experience of his life - and Jon had a feeling Dom had a lot of unique experiences to choose from - then Jon had to believe him. Trusting Dom's judgment, Jon reached for the cup, a worried expression on his face as he asked, "How do I get back?"
"You'll come back when the journey is over," Dom told him unhelpfully. "I can't tell you how long that will be for you, but I can assure you that as far as we're concerned, you'll be back by midnight tonight. Vicki says she'll be here to talk you through anything that's confused you." He chuckled lightly. "It took me days to work out why I'd spent fourteen hours in a hospital - my trip took me to the day Gwen's little brother was born, but I completely missed the four-year old her in the waiting room I arrived in. Just expect to start some time when the woman you love is incredibly minor." Grinning, he lifted the cup toward Jon encouragingly.
"I'm not going to meet her in diapers, am I" Because that would be weird." Jon took the cup from Dom, lifting it to his nose to take a sniff. Oddly, the mixture smelled just like Vicki, which made his heart ache with longing, even though she was just in the next room. "She doesn't want to visit my past, does she?" he asked, eyes on the mixture, that worried expression still on his face. He wanted to make sure he knew what he was doing before he drank the stuff down.
"No, she should be toilet-trained by the time she meets you for the first time," Dom chuckled, resting his hands on his knees as he watched his cousin. He envied Jon the easy friendship he shared with Vicki, a friendship he himself missed sharing with his Gwen. But Gwen would have been all over this, and Dom couldn't resist doing anything that would have made his wife smile. "Even if she did want to visit your past, Jon, it wouldn't be possible. The tribal elders only taught me how to take a man to the past of his woman, not the other way around."
"That's a relief," Jon remarked with a small, slightly nervous smile. "If I get stuck in the past, you can bet your as$ I'm going to hunt you down, whether you're still in diapers or not." Jon drew a deep breath to gather his courage. "Well, here goes nothing. Over the lips and past the gums; look out stomach, here it comes." Jon lifted the cup to his lips and tossed the mixture back in its entirety.
For a moment, nothing seemed any different, the lingering taste of the potion fading slowly from lips and tongue as Dom reached out to take the cup from his cousin. As Jon relinquished the container, the room seemed to blur at the edges, that blur inching inward until it was all he could see, darkening to plunge him into pitch black. The air grew colder, a bitter wind blowing suddenly to ruffle his hair, bringing with it the salt tang of the sea. The blackness brightened, lighter and lighter, until the world around Jon swam into focus once again.
For some men, their bachelor party was a huge affair, filled with noise and laughter, organised by their best man as one last fling before the end. With Dom as a best man, however, Jon could be certain of something a little different. If the actor wanted a traditional celebration of the end of his bachelorhood, Correy would not doubt provide it gleefully. Not so, Dom. The older Granger had shown up at the condo bearing a small flask of something thick and vaguely grayish-purple in color, a knowing smile playing about his lips.
After a nod to Vicki, who had made herself scarce within moments - a sure sign of collusion, if ever there was one - Dom had ushered Jon into the spare bedroom of the condo, urging his cousin to make himself comfortable. Sat with him on the floor, the anthropologist had then proceeded to pour a small amount of the liquid from the flask into a cup. He produced a pinch of copper red strands that could only have been snipped from Vicki's hair, carefully stirring the little lock into the mixture and watching as they dissolved away. Immediately, the cup began to smell of Vicki, a scent that Jon was very familiar with by now.
Looking up, Dom met Jon's eyes with that solemn smile he had developed in the months since the death of his own wife, Gwen's. "First thing to remember, Jon," he said in his quiet, unassuming voice, "is that the finn" a saol is not to be taken lightly. It was the best experience of my life, one that Gwen pushed me to take. I never will forget it, as long as I live. And I wanted to give you the chance to experience it for yourself. Finn" a saol means, literally, to witness a life - for you, it'll be Vicki's life; the defining moments that brought her to you in the first place, and she has already given her permission for you to see those moments. It's an old magic of the heart, but don't let that fool you. Everything you see and hear and do, it will all be real. It's a form of time travel, at the very core." He held his cousin's eyes thoughtfully. "Are you sure you can cope with it?"
Jon watched as Dom readied the concoction, his stomach twisted into a tangle of nervous knots. Dom had explained what was about to happen, but Jon had his reservations, wondering if this wasn't just going to be some wild mind-blowing drug-induced hallucination. The last thing Jon wanted was to dragged into that lifestyle again, even though he didn't remember it. On the other hand, he trusted Dom implicitly and respected his judgment. Somehow, Jon suspected Dom and Vicki had been in cahoots, but if he thought about the implications of it all, it made his brain hurt. "It seems it's kind of a given, Dom. I must have agreed to this if Vicki remembers it, right?"
"Nothing is set in stone," Dom assured him. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to, Jon. All it means is that Vicki will have confused dreams tonight, and tomorrow a few of those memories she has of you will be gone. That's all." He smiled at his cousin, silently encouraging him to take the step. "The choice is yours ultimately."
Jon frowned thoughtfully. Until just a little while ago, he'd had no idea Vicki had known him before what he'd thought was their first meeting on the set of Crowes, and now he had learned, to his surprise, that she held memories of him from years ago that he didn't share because he hadn't lived it yet. If Dom said it had been the best experience of his life - and Jon had a feeling Dom had a lot of unique experiences to choose from - then Jon had to believe him. Trusting Dom's judgment, Jon reached for the cup, a worried expression on his face as he asked, "How do I get back?"
"You'll come back when the journey is over," Dom told him unhelpfully. "I can't tell you how long that will be for you, but I can assure you that as far as we're concerned, you'll be back by midnight tonight. Vicki says she'll be here to talk you through anything that's confused you." He chuckled lightly. "It took me days to work out why I'd spent fourteen hours in a hospital - my trip took me to the day Gwen's little brother was born, but I completely missed the four-year old her in the waiting room I arrived in. Just expect to start some time when the woman you love is incredibly minor." Grinning, he lifted the cup toward Jon encouragingly.
"I'm not going to meet her in diapers, am I" Because that would be weird." Jon took the cup from Dom, lifting it to his nose to take a sniff. Oddly, the mixture smelled just like Vicki, which made his heart ache with longing, even though she was just in the next room. "She doesn't want to visit my past, does she?" he asked, eyes on the mixture, that worried expression still on his face. He wanted to make sure he knew what he was doing before he drank the stuff down.
"No, she should be toilet-trained by the time she meets you for the first time," Dom chuckled, resting his hands on his knees as he watched his cousin. He envied Jon the easy friendship he shared with Vicki, a friendship he himself missed sharing with his Gwen. But Gwen would have been all over this, and Dom couldn't resist doing anything that would have made his wife smile. "Even if she did want to visit your past, Jon, it wouldn't be possible. The tribal elders only taught me how to take a man to the past of his woman, not the other way around."
"That's a relief," Jon remarked with a small, slightly nervous smile. "If I get stuck in the past, you can bet your as$ I'm going to hunt you down, whether you're still in diapers or not." Jon drew a deep breath to gather his courage. "Well, here goes nothing. Over the lips and past the gums; look out stomach, here it comes." Jon lifted the cup to his lips and tossed the mixture back in its entirety.
For a moment, nothing seemed any different, the lingering taste of the potion fading slowly from lips and tongue as Dom reached out to take the cup from his cousin. As Jon relinquished the container, the room seemed to blur at the edges, that blur inching inward until it was all he could see, darkening to plunge him into pitch black. The air grew colder, a bitter wind blowing suddenly to ruffle his hair, bringing with it the salt tang of the sea. The blackness brightened, lighter and lighter, until the world around Jon swam into focus once again.