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16 January 2010 @ 06:08 pm
064 Time Warp  
Title: Darkness Overwhelming
Fandom: Mystic Force
Pairing: N/A
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary/Warnings: Somewhere, all wishes come true. Things are not going well for the Rebellion.
Word Count: 737 / 52 682
Author's notes: My table is here.





064 Time Warp

“Careful where you step,” Ryan murmured, catching Leelee’s hand to steady her. “It’s all collapsed.”

Leelee nodded, watching her feet. “I didn’t think it would be this bad.”

“Koragg didn’t talk about it?”

She laughed softly. “Koragg doesn’t talk. Not to me, anyway. But no, he didn’t talk about this…just that he captured Udonna.”

“He didn’t take Clare?” Nick dropped the remains of the book he’d been looking at, rising from his hunker.

“The Master didn’t know we needed Clare then. My mom came back to look for her, but she was gone.”

“Yeah, she ran into me on the road. We got into town before the field went up.” Nick took a couple of steps, looking around. “If this is…and that’s where the table…”

“Nick?” Ryan said warily.

“There.” Nick lifted the Snow Staff, studying it for a moment before plunging it into the air above the middle of the table.

Leelee threw up her hands to shield against the flash of light, stumbling backwards. Ryan lifted one hand, squinting to see Nick standing, unmoving, in the centre of the room.

“Nick!” he yelled.

“What the hell…” Leelee whispered, catching at his sleeve to keep her balance.

The light pulsed out, washing over the furnishings and restoring them to their original glory. The Snow Staff was now hovering over a table inlaid with the element symbols, a pattern repeated all over the room.

Nick half-turned, tracking the waves of lights as they reached the lectern at one side of the room.

“Nick, what did you do?” Ryan asked, taking a step forward.

“Not me, man. The Staff did that all on its’ own.”

Leelee glanced around at the restored room. “Nice. It going to stay like this?”

“No. It’s just for us. To find what we need.”

“Ok. Where are they?”

Nick glanced back at them. “How are you with the language of the Ancients, Leelee?”

“Not great. I know some of it.”

“Good. C’mere.” He held out a hand, leading her up the steps to the lectern.

“This is the Xenatome,” Leelee said slowly. “Everything we do not know.”

“Diabolico wanted that, but he couldn’t track it down,” Ryan offered from the table below.

“Yeah. Can you read it?” Nick asked, flicking through the pages apparently at random until he found a particular one. “Don’t touch it.”

“Show me.” She scanned down the page, frowning. “Ok. I think…damn.”

“What?” Ryan asked, coming to join them.

“We need to bring people who can use the staffs here. They can’t be found unless there’s someone to hold them.”

“Can we take this?” Ryan asked, reaching curiously to touch the book.

“No.” Nick caught his wrist. “We can’t. It’s not…really here, or we’re not here…something.”

“Right.” Ryan turned his wrist; Nick let go, and he backed away from the book. “Leelee, is there anything else here we can use?”

“No. We needed the staffs.”

“Alright. Nick? D’you want to undo this?”

“It’ll undo itself,” Nick said, turning to go back to the table. “All we have to do is leave.”

“Nick,” Leelee said curiously, “do you know what this stuff is for?”

“Bits of it,” Nick said absently. “You guys should probably leave first.”

Ryan nodded, catching Leelee’s elbow to guide her out. “Don’t be long,” he said warningly.

“I’m right behind you,” Nick promised, reaching for the Snow Staff.



From outside there was no difference; Rootcore looked just as abandoned and broken down as it had when they’d arrived.

“I’m sorry we didn’t find anything,” Ryan said quietly.

“At least we know my mom won’t be able to find anything, either,” Leelee said with a shrug. “Thanks for coming with me.”

Ryan smiled. “You’re welcome.”

Nick picked his way out of the tree, Staff safely in his belt. “Leelee, what about this?” he asked as he reached them.

“Keep it.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Why?” Ryan asked, frowning.

“It’s…creepy. It knows things.” He shook his head. “I can’t explain.”

“We can store it,” Ryan offered. “Give it to the Guardians, no one’ll touch it.”

“No, we’re going to need it,” Leelee told them. “Nick, can you hide it somewhere else?”

“Slannen might take it,” he said doubtfully.

“That’d work. Don’t tell me where he is either, then.”

“I don’t know the address anyway. Just how to find it.”

“Probably better that way,” Ryan pointed out.

“Yeah. I guess.” Nick glanced back at the remains of Rootcore. “Let’s go.”