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A Normal Life: Chapter ThreeBruce hadn’t slept well that night. In fact, he spent most of that night sitting on the couch, reading old letters and cards from friends he didn’t know. He wasn’t able to let go of his past, but yet another past that was his was staring him right in the face. The fugitive was almost entirely convinced that he was going mad (not that he thought he was entirely sane in the first place, of course.) What killed him most was that his feelings of fear and confusion weren’t just affecting him, but the love of his life as well. Hell, he wouldn’t discount the possibility that Junior noticed, being the clever boy he was.
Dr. Banner took another sip of his tea before closing another keepsake box and placing it back on the highest shelf where it belonged. None of this was making any more sense than it did when this all started. Taking down the last of the keepsake boxes, he opened a grey envelope which held a letter from Rick Jones, who had long since graduated from
A Normal Life: Chapter TwoIt had been about six hours since the fugitive's walk, during which no less than five people greeted him. He needed answers. How did these people know who he was? How did he have a son? How were he and Betty married when he recalled no such ceremony? With each passing moment, more questions arose and flooded his mind.
All of the scars he’d gotten during the last seven years were gone. He felt healthy. The headache that so often plagued him was gone. Of course, he wasn’t going to just assume that he was cured. That was just an overall stupid thing to assume, especially since any time he did that in the past, he would inevitably suffer another incident. Being that he apparently had a family now, the fugitive just couldn’t risk that.
Trying to keep himself from thinking too hard on it, Dr. Banner had volunteered his services to assist in decorating the house for the party. As he hung up the slightly gaudy pastel streamers from the walls with generic brand scotch tape, hi
A Normal Life: Chapter OneBruce had slipped out of bed without waking Betty, and headed down to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. He was still trying to figure out how he ended up waking up back here when he had been five states away sleeping under an abandoned bridge. Had there been an incident and he just didn’t remember?
Drawing the blinds closed in the kitchen, Dr. Banner took a TARDIS mug that they’d gotten years ago out of the cabinet nearest the sink and placed a kettle on the stove to boil. As the water heated, the fugitive found himself lost in thought and still unable to make sense of it. This wasn’t possible. Once the water had come to a boil, he poured some of it into the mug, placed a tea bag in to steep and made his way out to the living room.
Just as he was about to reach the couch, Bruce stumbled, having stepped on something small that rolled under his foot. Upon regaining his balance, the fugitive looked down to find numerous toy cars, action figures, plush toys and co
When Bruce Met Betty“The first time I fell in love?” Bruce removed his glasses and placed them to the side. Pursing his lips, he sighed, his eyes suddenly looking exceedingly tired and his gaze was almost… Distant.
“The first time I really fell in love? Well… I was still in college. I stopped into Shays to have a quick bite to eat and a club soda with a twist after studying for a few hours back in my apartment.
I’m not one to believe in love at first sight. Honestly, I think the whole idea of it is ridiculous. However, I do have eyes, and I am human. After I’d ordered my hummus plate and my drink, I noticed this girl that I’d seen a few times in a couple of my classes. She was, bottom line, the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. And me being… Well… Me, I didn’t quite have the courage to say more than a couple of words to her. She was… Is… Devastatingly brilliant as well as beautiful.
Well, she had walked in and was t
Journal-- The LetterPerusing the pages of his old journal after waking up from a dream, he found something tucked within. A letter that he never sent, and seeing the somewhat battered, dog-eared envelope, he sighed. He always regretted falling out of touch with Betty, despite knowing it was for the best. Staying in contact with her put her at risk, even if he used a nom de guerre.
The letter must have slipped inside the journal sometime during his travels; not surprising, since he had done quite a bit of traveling these days. Gently, he pulled the envelope from the weathered book like a dagger from its sheath and stared at it for a moment until he finally decided to re-read it.
As much as it pains me to write this, I’m afraid that we need to cease communication. It’s just not safe for you. So do me a favor and move on. Have the life I know you deserve. The life I could never give you. A normal life.
I’m not asking you to forget me, though it would be better for both of us if you d
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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