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badly_knittedTitle: Worlds Apart
Fandom: The Fantastic Journey
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Scott Jordan.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: For all episodes. Set after the series.
Summary: Scott is home now, back with his family, but he misses the friends he travelled with on the island.
Word Count: 749
Written For: Challenge 496: Missing at
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For months, as he’d travelled with friends old and new across the island, Scott Jordan had longed to get home. He’d missed his family so much, mostly his parents but his older sister and his grandparents too. He’d even missed his schoolfriends, and he was excited at the thought of all the tales of his adventures he’d get to regale them with. They’d be so envious! Nothing they’d gotten up to while he was away would compare to the things he’d seen and done.
He'd spent a lot of time wondering if his mom and dad were missing him as much as he missed them, if they were worried that he hadn’t returned home within a few days of his dad, if maybe they even thought he was dead. He’d hoped not, but at the same time, his dad had put all his trust in Fred, who he knew well, and Varian, who he’d only just met, leaving them responsible for the safety of his only son. How could he NOT worry?
Being reunited with his family had been wonderful, and they’d celebrated his return for days, but when he’d gone back to school, Scott had found himself strangely reluctant to share tales of his adventures with his schoolfriends. They seemed too personal, and anyway, the other kids would probably think he was making it all up. It was as if he could show them any proof, no souvenirs, or photographs, nothing otherworldly, so why wouldn’t they think it was all just tall stories?
Sometimes, Scott himself wondered if it could possibly have happened, if he really had travelled across a mysterious island in the company of people from the past, the future, and other planets. It all sounded so unlikely, and yet he wrote down everything he could remember about his adventures, filling several notebooks with the dangers he’d faced, the funny moments, and the sad ones, the mysteries, and the dramas.
But more and more, as the weeks passed, he found himself missing the people he’d travelled with: Varian, Willaway, Liana… even the cat, Sil-El. All he had left of any of them were his memories. He remembered the other people he’d met as well, Il-Tar, Sigma, Nikki and his dad, Queen Halyana, Krysta and Kedryn, Rayat, Natica, Ty… He tried not to think about York, and to push Apollonius right out of his mind; he still had nightmares about the carnival and wasn’t sure he’d ever want to enter a funhouse again.
But the more time passed, the more the island began to seem like a dream he’d once had, something precious that was slipping away from him no matter how hard he tried to hold onto it. He had nothing to remember any of his friends by, not even the crystal from Miterra that Nikki had given him. That had been lost after he’d given it to Varian as a wedding gift; it was probably still there somewhere, buried in the wreckage of the temple. There’d been no way for him to get it back. It meant he had no tangible evidence of ever having been on the island, nothing to prove he hadn’t imagined it all, and that hurt.
He'd known when they’d said their goodbyes before entering the portal that he’d never again see any of his friends, they were spread too widely apart in time, except for Willaway. Scott had looked the scientist up at the library as soon as he’d been able to; he’d been well-known enough in scientific circles that it hadn’t been too difficult, and there had been references to his disappearance and subsequent reappearance in sixty-three. But then it seemed that he’d mysteriously vanished again a year later, leaving all his money to fund research in those branches of science devoted to improving people’s lives.
That still made Scott smile. Trust Willaway to not leave anything to chance; he’d taken steps to ensure he’d be remembered so that the posthumous memorial Varian had told him about would eventually come into being, and then… what? Had he tried to get back to the island? Had he perhaps even made it? Was he living there right now, outside of time? Scott almost felt envious. Not that he wanted to be separated from his family again, at least not right now, but maybe someday, when he was older, maybe it might be fun to try to find a way back.
And if he ever did, maybe he’d even decide to stay.
The End
He'd spent a lot of time wondering if his mom and dad were missing him as much as he missed them, if they were worried that he hadn’t returned home within a few days of his dad, if maybe they even thought he was dead. He’d hoped not, but at the same time, his dad had put all his trust in Fred, who he knew well, and Varian, who he’d only just met, leaving them responsible for the safety of his only son. How could he NOT worry?
Being reunited with his family had been wonderful, and they’d celebrated his return for days, but when he’d gone back to school, Scott had found himself strangely reluctant to share tales of his adventures with his schoolfriends. They seemed too personal, and anyway, the other kids would probably think he was making it all up. It was as if he could show them any proof, no souvenirs, or photographs, nothing otherworldly, so why wouldn’t they think it was all just tall stories?
Sometimes, Scott himself wondered if it could possibly have happened, if he really had travelled across a mysterious island in the company of people from the past, the future, and other planets. It all sounded so unlikely, and yet he wrote down everything he could remember about his adventures, filling several notebooks with the dangers he’d faced, the funny moments, and the sad ones, the mysteries, and the dramas.
But more and more, as the weeks passed, he found himself missing the people he’d travelled with: Varian, Willaway, Liana… even the cat, Sil-El. All he had left of any of them were his memories. He remembered the other people he’d met as well, Il-Tar, Sigma, Nikki and his dad, Queen Halyana, Krysta and Kedryn, Rayat, Natica, Ty… He tried not to think about York, and to push Apollonius right out of his mind; he still had nightmares about the carnival and wasn’t sure he’d ever want to enter a funhouse again.
But the more time passed, the more the island began to seem like a dream he’d once had, something precious that was slipping away from him no matter how hard he tried to hold onto it. He had nothing to remember any of his friends by, not even the crystal from Miterra that Nikki had given him. That had been lost after he’d given it to Varian as a wedding gift; it was probably still there somewhere, buried in the wreckage of the temple. There’d been no way for him to get it back. It meant he had no tangible evidence of ever having been on the island, nothing to prove he hadn’t imagined it all, and that hurt.
He'd known when they’d said their goodbyes before entering the portal that he’d never again see any of his friends, they were spread too widely apart in time, except for Willaway. Scott had looked the scientist up at the library as soon as he’d been able to; he’d been well-known enough in scientific circles that it hadn’t been too difficult, and there had been references to his disappearance and subsequent reappearance in sixty-three. But then it seemed that he’d mysteriously vanished again a year later, leaving all his money to fund research in those branches of science devoted to improving people’s lives.
That still made Scott smile. Trust Willaway to not leave anything to chance; he’d taken steps to ensure he’d be remembered so that the posthumous memorial Varian had told him about would eventually come into being, and then… what? Had he tried to get back to the island? Had he perhaps even made it? Was he living there right now, outside of time? Scott almost felt envious. Not that he wanted to be separated from his family again, at least not right now, but maybe someday, when he was older, maybe it might be fun to try to find a way back.
And if he ever did, maybe he’d even decide to stay.
The End
