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Chaos Fic: The Scotsman, the Mission, and the Concussion

June 22nd, 2011 (07:48 pm)
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Title:  The Scotsman, the Mission, and the Concussion

Disclaimer:  Not mine.

A/N:  Another one thanks to eviinsanemonkey  who prompted me with Billy and Narnia (which comes from a reference in her fic Closet Space).  How this became angsty, I’m not entirely sure, but it is what it is.  Apologies if I misrepresent something regarding the Narnia series--it has been a long time since I’ve given it much significant thought, so I’m more than a little rusty.  Also, moogsthewriter  gave this a once over for me and helped me clarify a few points because she's awesome like that.

Summary:  After all, one minute Billy’s checking a room, the next he’s plunging headfirst into a wardrobe, and then he’s waking up with snow in his face in a place he doesn’t recognize.


This must be Narnia, Billy thinks.

It’s not an entirely rational conclusion, and Billy is somewhat aware of that, but it’s still the only reasonable explanation he can come up with.  After all, one minute he’s checking a room, the next he’s plunging headfirst into a wardrobe, and then he’s waking up with snow in his face in a place he doesn’t recognize.

Blinking, Billy comes to himself and tries to make fresh sense of things.  Because Billy is a spy, and he’s trained well enough to know that he shouldn’t always rely on his first impression, no matter how good it usually is.

But his second impression doesn’t fare much better than his first.  He’s in a forest, cold and snowy, when he should be in the opulent bedroom on a desert compound.  This discrepancy is problematic to Billy’s greater sense of logic, but he’s never been one to rule out the fantastical and impossible, at least in theory.

Though, really, it probably doesn’t help that he wants this to be Narnia.  Billy’s always had a penchant for British literature and the spectacular fantasy of C.S. Lewis had been enough to keep him enthralled for hours as a boy.  Because the notion of it all, to wake up in someplace different where you’re entirely the same person but with an entirely different identity, destined to do something better than yourself--it had been highly appealing to him, even as a wee lad.

And the epic battles with swords and arrows hadn’t hurt much either.  And talking animals are always a psychedelic plus.

It’s a fantasy he’s spent his life trying to live up to.  Because he can’t walk through a closet to an alternate realm and discover himself to be mythological royalty, but he can research a mission, assume a false name, and go undercover to save the world, one bad guy at a time.  And he’s picked up a variety of side kicks along the way, with wide-eyed Rick still staring up with Lucy’s wonder at his side and the ever practical Michael taking them as their default leader, like Peter, heroic and stoic even in the face of insurmountable odds.

He’s less certain about Casey as Susan, though he supposes it actually sort of fits, save for the dresses and skirts (though he does have his doubts concerning some of the more colorful parts of Casey’s eclectic past).  But Susan is surprising in her strength and valor, and Casey’s ability to stand up in the face of danger has never ceased to amaze or impress him.

Which leaves him as Edmund.  Once duped and disgraced but soon to be fully recovered and valuable in his own right.  And maybe he’s still waiting for Aslan and redemption and his chance to show everyone once and for all just what mettle he’s made of.

The problem is, he’s found Narnia but now he can’t find his way past this point.  Because the forest is just the first part of the story; the glory is somewhere beyond.  There’s a battle to fight and a war to win and Aslan is somewhere out there to preside over it all.

Billy wants that.  He really, really does.

With that, Billy commits to finding his way out, because it seems rather like the right thing to do, but his steadfast resolution doesn’t seem to make much difference.  Each patch of the forest looks the same as the last, bleak and barren.  As he wanders, his fingers feel numb and he starts to feel disoriented, the trees blurring together in the hazy snow. 

It feels like he’s been here for years now, though maybe it’s just been seconds, and every step he takes gets him no closer to his destination. 

He remembers it’s like this, though, and probably has been his entire life.  It’s always winter but never Christmas in Narnia, and Billy’s feels like he’s been waiting for years to break through to something more, something better.  He’s still waiting, still fighting, but he can’t defeat the White Witch in this land or anywhere.  He’s been trying hard, just like he’s trying hard now, but the ground rises and falls as he stumbles through snowdrifts, and he seems farther away than when he started this.

Still, he tries.  Billy has always been persistent in this kind of thing.  Wandering through the woods, snow in his face, he tries.  The trees seem to move, now, and he wonders where his team is, but he’ll keep trying.  Because there’s hope beyond these woods, Aslan is waiting, and Billy just needs to keep trying.

Until the day he dies, he’ll try.

He hears a voice, somewhere ahead of him and Billy rushes to it.  Then, there’s more than one voice, and Billy moves faster.  The voices are louder and closer, and he picks up his pace, pushing through the snowy thicket as branches swat at his face until there’s blood running down it  Finally, he’s starting to break through to the other side when he’s suddenly blinded by light.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he flinches and tries to shy away.  When there’s nowhere to go, he opens his eyes again, more tentative this time.

And Narnia is gone.  The woods, the snow--it’s all gone.

Instead, Michael is kneeling over him, his face creased with concern.  Behind him, Casey and Rick seem to be floating, glancing between the door and Billy.

“You with us?” Michael asks, and his voice sounds all business, but Billy can still hear the worry.

Billy frowns and tries to sit up, immediately regretting it.  A wave of nausea passes over him as his head throbs.

Michael holds him back down.  “You took quite a nasty hit there,” he says.  “You may want to take it easy for a bit.”

Billy’s hand goes to his head and comes away bloody.  “What happened?”

“While we were fighting bad guys, you decided to fight the dresser,” Casey snips coolly.

“Two of them threw you at it,” Rick amends.  He blanches a little at the memory.  “It didn’t look pretty.”

Billy frowns deeper, trying to put the pieces together.  But he still can’t come up with a big picture that makes much sense.  “I was in Narnia,” he says.

Michael exchanges worried glances with Casey and Rick. 

Casey shrugs.  “Could be a concussion,” he says.

“No,” Billy says, more adamant now.  “Really.”

Michael nods in placation, turning back to him.  He picks up a wet cloth, wiping it across Billy’s brow.  It’s already stained red and Billy gets the sense that they’ve been at this for a while.  The cold contact makes him shiver nonetheless.  “We’ll get you looked at when we get back to civilization,” Michael says.

Billy doesn’t argue with that, but tries to sit up again, slower this time.  Michael doesn’t stop him, offering a supportive hand instead as Billy maneuvers himself upright.  He blinks, fending off the darkness around his vision and swallowing hard against the swell of nausea in his throat.  “I was looking for Aslan.”

Michael nods, pats him on the shoulder.  “Any luck?”

Billy looks up, feeling suddenly more than a little miserable.  “Not yet.”

“Well, let me know how it turns out,” he says, pulling Billy to his feet.

It’s an unsteady process and Billy’s equilibrium lurches.  For a second, he thinks he may go down again, but Michael’s grip is steady and Rick lends a hand while Casey keeps guard.

Even upright, Billy’s struggling to put the pieces together.  “We’re going back now?” he asks.

“Mission’s over,” Michael confirms.  “We got the job done.”

The job, if Billy remembers correctly, is a smuggler in Nigeria.  This is said smuggler’s private compound, Billy slowly recalls; fully stocked as an oasis away from the death and destruction that his own nefarious business enterprises spawned.

An oasis with fully armed guards and a contingent of booby traps, which explains the general disarray of the room they’re in and Billy’s aching head.

That’s why, despite the negatives and the total absence of mythological creatures, Billy finds himself nodding in satisfaction.  “It’s just one battle, though,” he reminds them all seriously.  “We still have a war to win.”

At this point, Billy isn’t certain if he’s referring to the worldwide threat of terrorism or the White Witch’s army, but he is fairly certain that at this exact moment, it doesn’t really matter.

“Of course we do,” Michael says.

Billy nods again, grateful that Michael is not going to argue the details with him.  With this resolution, Billy focuses on walking, taking an uncertain step while Michael and Rick guide him out the door.  Casey’s at point, checking their path. 

They’re going home.  He already feels years removed from everything, as though his life has splintered here.  The memory of Narnia is dissipating like a fading dream, with only vivid imprints he can’t quite grasp but still can’t forget.

Moving is slow work, and Billy lets Michael and Rick do the hard work.  His eyes rove, taking in the disheveled room and sees something he hadn’t noticed before.  There’s an umbrella, which is an odd choice for the desert, leaned up against the wall next to the only upright table still left in the room.  On top of it is a smiling little faun, still pristine, turned toward him, despite the chaos that just unfolded.

With this, Billy has to wonder how much is real and how much isn’t, and really if the reality matters half as much as he often pretends it does.  After all, he discovered in his youth that Narnia is less about a place and more about a state of mind, and Billy has to wonder if he’s just as likely to find Aslan here amongst the real world as he is in some mythical land of his childhood.

Still, Billy tries to do a double take, but Michael already has him halfway out the door.  That’s okay, though.  Because if Billy knows anything about Narnia, he knows he’ll be back someday.


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Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2011 01:26 pm (UTC)
chaos team 2

I'm glad you liked it :) I was surprised at how well the characters matched.


Posted by: i want to cause a ruckus (geminigrl11)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2011 03:15 am (UTC)

Just goes to show, you can crossover ANYTHING! Your creativity never ceases to amaze me!!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2011 01:27 pm (UTC)
billy earnest

LOL, this is one I never would have done without being prompted, but it turned out okay in the end. Though it reminds me how weak my knowledge is on Narnia.


Posted by: squeezynz (squeezynz)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2011 08:32 am (UTC)

cool....what a great crossover. And hurt/comfort Billy bashing, for the WIN!! *yeah*

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2011 01:27 pm (UTC)
billy content

I'm a total sucker for Billy h/c. As if that wasn't obvious :)


Posted by: smokeygirl19 (smokeygirl19)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2011 09:04 am (UTC)

I'm not a huge Narnia fan, but this was a nice piece for a dreaming world. And it was an interesting story! Thanks!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2011 01:28 pm (UTC)

I'm not a huge Narnia fan myself, but I have some working knowledge. I'm glad it was still a worthwhile read :) Thanks!

Posted by: lukadreaming (lukadreaming)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2011 09:34 am (UTC)

Gorgeous! Very clever use of Narnia!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2011 01:28 pm (UTC)
billy earnest

Thank you :)

Posted by: Evil Insane Monkey (eviinsanemonkey)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2011 01:10 pm (UTC)

Oh, this is so perfect! I love it! I love Billy matching up the characters, I love Billy's thought process after he wakes up, I love the whole thing, it's just so, so perfect!

(you're up!)

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2011 01:37 pm (UTC)
billy content

It was far more crack-y in my head when I thought of the idea but Billy went and got all angsty about it.

(Why is it harder for me to come up with prompts than to actually write off them? How about: the worst mission ever. Which can be taken seriously or facetiously or any which way at all, it's all the same to me :)

Posted by: Evil Insane Monkey (eviinsanemonkey)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2011 06:08 pm (UTC)

(okies. I'll see what I can come up with :D)

Posted by: Evil Insane Monkey (eviinsanemonkey)
Posted at: June 27th, 2011 09:20 pm (UTC)

Hey, I wanted to apologize for how long this has taken me.

Anyway, Here you go

Posted by: nietie (nietie)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2011 01:29 pm (UTC)

Wow! I love the comparison to the Narnia characters and the 'state of mind' thing.

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 23rd, 2011 01:37 pm (UTC)
chaos team 2

Thank you! The comparisons worked out better than I had thought :)

Posted by: kristen_mara (kristen_mara)
Posted at: June 25th, 2011 07:24 am (UTC)

////And talking animals are always a psychedelic plus.////

LOL - indeedy!

I love the comparison of Billy with Edmund. And all the whumpage ;)

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: June 26th, 2011 12:37 pm (UTC)
billy earnest

I'm glad the concept worked for you. And I admit, the comparison to Edmund makes me sort of happy, but it makes me want more Billy backstory in a pretty bad way.

And I'm always about the whumpage :)


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