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[Weekly Prompt #006 Song Lyric] Title: For the Good of Humanity ~ Travelers
Title: For the Good of Humanity
Fandom: Travelers
Prompt:#006 Song Lyric ["Should we try to get along?"]
Character/Pairing: Carly Shannon [Traveler 3456]/ Jeff Connicker [Traveler 5416]
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 750
Summary: Takes Place after S3x04 Perrow. Traveler 5416 has taken over Jeff's body and Carly must adjust to the "new" Jeff.
Authors Notes: Spoilers for season 3. Mentions of domestic violence. The Lyric comes from Bush's 2001 single "Out of this World" from the album "Golden State."
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me.
Traveler 3465 didn’t trust Jeff. Traveler 3465 had a very good reason not to trust Jeff. Jeff was an abusive drunk who beat on her host body and would have killed her if she hadn’t taken over. Carly Shannon was a battered woman, and Jeff was the reason why. Traveler 3465 was a highly trained in hand to hand combat and a sniper. She could kill Jeff with a flick of her wrist. And boy did she want to. There were abusive people in the future. Traveler 3465 wasn’t naive to think all the shit people were eradicated with the plagues and the famines. But most people in the future were just fighting to stay alive, not each other.
It was hard for her to sit in Carly’s body and see Jeff with Carly’s eyes and not want to smash his smug, fucking face in. She had to remember that he wasn’t Jeff. Not anymore. He was Traveler 5416. Here in the 21st they weren’t 3465 and 5416; they were Carly Shannon and Jeff Conniker. She was a stay at home mom and he was a police officer. They had a son together. They were a family.
“God this is… this is amazing!” Jeff said as she shoveled another spoonful of a Wendy’s frosty in his mouth. “Have you ever tasted anything so delightful?”
Her lips twitched. Carly could feel a smile coming on. She didn’t want to smile no matter how cute his innocence was. He still had the face of a pathetic abuser. “It’s ice cream, Jeff. I’ve had ice cream before.”
“But have you had this ice cream?” He spoke animatedly with his hands. “ It's so soft and creamy. Mind. Blown.”
There was that stupid smile again. “It is good,” she conceded.
Jeff licked the back of his spoon, savoring every morsel. “You know, you read about this stuff in the future, but reading it and experiencing it… not even close. I had this thing called a McGriddle this morning. It’s like these two soft fluffy pieces of bread and in between is—”
“I know what a McGriddle is… We could talk about food all day. That’s one of the perks of the 21st. But what I really want to know is your mission. What’s your mission, Jeff?”
Jeff placed his spoon on the table next to his empty frosty cup. “You know I can’t tell you that, Carly. Protocol six.”
Right. Protocol six. Always with the protocols. If it hadn’t been for her, he wouldn’t be sitting there at her table enjoying a Wendy’s frosty. “I get that. But it’s the least you can do. You know, since you used to smash my face in.”
Jeff winced. “Gosh. I’m really sorry you had to go through that Carly. I would never…”
“I don’t know what you would never do. I don’t know you.”
He reached over and laid his hand over hers. Carly looked at his brown skin on top of her brown skin. She wanted to jerk her hand away, but there was something comforting about his touch.
“Well, I wouldn’t. I’m not that kind of man. And I’m sorry you had to experience that in this life. I’m sorry she did, too.”
“You don’t have to say, you’re sorry. You’re right, you aren’t him. Sometimes I…”
Jeff nodded. “I get it. We take over these bodies and the lives… things can get all jumbled up sometimes.”
“Yeah.”
“But, I’m not him, Carly,” he repeated, squeezing her hand gently in his. “And I promise, I won’t hurt you.”
Carly pulled her hand away. She wasn’t familiar with this kind of touch, not since Grant. She didn’t know what to say. This was the face of her abuser, but the consciousness inside of it belonged to someone else.
“For the sake of that little boy,” he said nodding his head toward a photo to the real Carly Shannon’s son. “we can try to get along. Make it work between us. I’m not saying we have to—”
“We’re not,” she finished for him.
“We don’t have to. But we do have a chance to make better lives for ourselves, our child and hopefully humanity. The future depends on it.”
Fandom: Travelers
Prompt:#006 Song Lyric ["Should we try to get along?"]
Character/Pairing: Carly Shannon [Traveler 3456]/ Jeff Connicker [Traveler 5416]
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 750
Summary: Takes Place after S3x04 Perrow. Traveler 5416 has taken over Jeff's body and Carly must adjust to the "new" Jeff.
Authors Notes: Spoilers for season 3. Mentions of domestic violence. The Lyric comes from Bush's 2001 single "Out of this World" from the album "Golden State."
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me.
Traveler 3465 didn’t trust Jeff. Traveler 3465 had a very good reason not to trust Jeff. Jeff was an abusive drunk who beat on her host body and would have killed her if she hadn’t taken over. Carly Shannon was a battered woman, and Jeff was the reason why. Traveler 3465 was a highly trained in hand to hand combat and a sniper. She could kill Jeff with a flick of her wrist. And boy did she want to. There were abusive people in the future. Traveler 3465 wasn’t naive to think all the shit people were eradicated with the plagues and the famines. But most people in the future were just fighting to stay alive, not each other.
It was hard for her to sit in Carly’s body and see Jeff with Carly’s eyes and not want to smash his smug, fucking face in. She had to remember that he wasn’t Jeff. Not anymore. He was Traveler 5416. Here in the 21st they weren’t 3465 and 5416; they were Carly Shannon and Jeff Conniker. She was a stay at home mom and he was a police officer. They had a son together. They were a family.
“God this is… this is amazing!” Jeff said as she shoveled another spoonful of a Wendy’s frosty in his mouth. “Have you ever tasted anything so delightful?”
Her lips twitched. Carly could feel a smile coming on. She didn’t want to smile no matter how cute his innocence was. He still had the face of a pathetic abuser. “It’s ice cream, Jeff. I’ve had ice cream before.”
“But have you had this ice cream?” He spoke animatedly with his hands. “ It's so soft and creamy. Mind. Blown.”
There was that stupid smile again. “It is good,” she conceded.
Jeff licked the back of his spoon, savoring every morsel. “You know, you read about this stuff in the future, but reading it and experiencing it… not even close. I had this thing called a McGriddle this morning. It’s like these two soft fluffy pieces of bread and in between is—”
“I know what a McGriddle is… We could talk about food all day. That’s one of the perks of the 21st. But what I really want to know is your mission. What’s your mission, Jeff?”
Jeff placed his spoon on the table next to his empty frosty cup. “You know I can’t tell you that, Carly. Protocol six.”
Right. Protocol six. Always with the protocols. If it hadn’t been for her, he wouldn’t be sitting there at her table enjoying a Wendy’s frosty. “I get that. But it’s the least you can do. You know, since you used to smash my face in.”
Jeff winced. “Gosh. I’m really sorry you had to go through that Carly. I would never…”
“I don’t know what you would never do. I don’t know you.”
He reached over and laid his hand over hers. Carly looked at his brown skin on top of her brown skin. She wanted to jerk her hand away, but there was something comforting about his touch.
“Well, I wouldn’t. I’m not that kind of man. And I’m sorry you had to experience that in this life. I’m sorry she did, too.”
“You don’t have to say, you’re sorry. You’re right, you aren’t him. Sometimes I…”
Jeff nodded. “I get it. We take over these bodies and the lives… things can get all jumbled up sometimes.”
“Yeah.”
“But, I’m not him, Carly,” he repeated, squeezing her hand gently in his. “And I promise, I won’t hurt you.”
Carly pulled her hand away. She wasn’t familiar with this kind of touch, not since Grant. She didn’t know what to say. This was the face of her abuser, but the consciousness inside of it belonged to someone else.
“For the sake of that little boy,” he said nodding his head toward a photo to the real Carly Shannon’s son. “we can try to get along. Make it work between us. I’m not saying we have to—”
“We’re not,” she finished for him.
“We don’t have to. But we do have a chance to make better lives for ourselves, our child and hopefully humanity. The future depends on it.”