revivalproject | I didn't mean for it to happen

WHO: Billy, Tommy, Bucky/The Soldier, OTA
WHERE: Temba, YA House
WHAT: The aftermath
WHEN: Early June
WARNINGS: TBD

The Return & What Follows (for Tommy)

Billy screamed, and the world dissolved. The Shadow had shielded him from the worst of it, assaulted by those memories in a non stop barrage for however long they were in there, but now he remembered it all. He dimly registered he was back in his calibration room, hoping he'd managed to release the others before he collapsed heavily onto the floor. He shouldn't have been able to perform that level of magic here. And whatever had allowed it abruptly cut it off with his return, utterly drained from the experience.

He was unconscious, in and out of nightmares for days before he finally jolted awake in a cold sweat, practically tumbling from the bed in his race to the bathroom to retch.

What had he done?

Avoidance [OTA]

Even after he awoke, Billy didn't want to leave the house. He was ashamed and scared, and used the excuse of resting for far longer than was true.

A few faces managed to hunt him down there, and it wasn't like Billy could turn them away, eventually relenting and breaking down a few of those barriers.

After that it was a little easier to venture out. It took a few smaller outing before he was able to get as far as the Hospital, but there at least he could focus on work.

(For Bucky/The Soldier)

Billy knew he probably wanted to stay hidden away as much as he did right now, but after what they'd been through together in the other world, he trusted the man to help him with this. Tommy and the others would refuse, but he was confident Bucky would understand. And he needed to apologize.

His magic was still weak, but it led him to the general location where he was meant to be. Billy couldn't quite meet his eye when he found him, swallowing thickly and looking uncomfortable.

"...Hey. Could we talk?"

Apology- Network- Text

I can't begin to make up for what I put you all through this last month. I had no right, and I'm so sorry you all got caught up in this mess.

I know that doesn't begin to make it right.

They did something to me. Like Calibrations...but worse. I don't know how. And I'm not trying to make excuses for what I did but- I'm scared they'll do it again. To any of us. I thought people should know.

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"New York can be a bit like that. Not on the level of Coruscant, that place was...intense, but-" Billy shrugged and knocked back the rest of his drink, "You miss your world?"

How had the conversation gotten here exactly? He looked accusingly at his cup. Probably the drink.

Always worth blaming the drink for things.

"I do," he said with a little nod. "Never thought I'd miss the sandy hellhole if I ever left it but turns out it's home."

Cobb wished he could bring back the water that was here to Tatooine but other than that this place would never be home. "This place ain't bad but it's a prison. We don't have chains on our ankles, but we're trapped here. Ain't exactly a feelin' I like."

Billy could guess why knowing his background.

"Home's weird like that," he agreed with a small smile. Billy'd gotten a long taste of home with the city he'd made, and he was still home sick. "...Maybe we can find a way to bring more of your world here? The culture, and stuff, not the people," he clarified quickly.

Tatooine culture wasn't kind. It's not easy. It's a survivalist culture. Cobb and his community was brought together because they suffered together. He wasn't going to put people here through that hardship just to make it feel like home.

"Well, I've got some spices and there's a few recipes I'm gonna make. The food from home will ease some of the home sickness." He smiled and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Used that replicator to get a home style caf set. Never found one on Coruscant."

Finally, he had caf the way he liked it stronger than alcohol with the kick of an angry ronto.

"Nice. Oh, hey, I don't use my replicator rations often, if you ever need extra for anything, or for the houses?" he offered. "Or...you know, I can magic stuff up, but that's easier when it's stuff I...know."

"Let's see what we can get by with before we start using that thing for food. I'd rather save it for real important things like bacta and other supplies." Cobb had only used the machine once, a little distrustful after he got his strange binocs.

He lifted the bottle to see if Billy wanted a refill on his drink. "You offer that magic service to anyone else?"

Might get him back in some good graces helping out that way.

He pushed his cup forward again, though maybe it wasn't the best idea, he could all ready feel his vision swaying a bit, but what the hell? What harm could one more do?

"Few times. Don't always think about it. I should though."

Cobb had slowed down his drinking a bit. He could feel the warmth of the spotchka working through him. A few more glasses and he'd be pleasantly drunk. Not yet though. Not nearly as intoxicated as Billy.

"If you've got all that power no better use for it than to help people," he mused as he poured. "I don't have any power but I do what I can with what I've got."

He wasn't a Jedi. He wasn't magic like Billy. But he could fix things and look out for people. That was enough to do good with.

"S'what I did back home. Real home, not...the one I made."

His magic shimmered, and Billy's clothes transformed to his Wiccan costume, a bright red hooded cloak, covering a unitard that seemed to show a moving display of the stars.

"Supposed to be a hero...but can't really figure it out here..."

"Now, speaking from personal experience I've never had a hero do much for me." Until Din came along and proved that some folks could be heroes bigger than life. Still, that was a long time before one showed up. Cobb didn't believe in heroes.

"A hero comes in, does somethin' big and then is gone. But the everyday folk who help in little ways day to day, those folks do so much more." He shrugged as he leaned back in his seat.

"If you can't get the big stuff right, try some small stuff instead. It still matters."

The costume faded away again, and Billy nodded, frowning at the table as he tried to absorb the heaviness of those words. His cheeks felt flush from how much he'd drunk, vision swimming unpleasantly when he looked back up at Cobb, wincing a little.

"...Stuff's kinda strong..."

"That's why you drink it in small glasses." These were a little bigger than proper spotchka cups but not by too much. Cobb smiled at Billy as he reached across the table and took his cup from him.

"Come on, kid, let's get you somewhere you can lie down." He got up and offered Billy a hand just in case he was unsteady on his feet.

Billy was relaxed and seemed lighter than when he'd first sat down with Cobb. Probably the alcohol helping but Cobb liked to think some of it was the conversation.

He thought he'd be all right, but the whole world seemed to shift violently as he as he stood up, and he took that offered hand with a groan.

"Oh- this is worse than tequila... oh no..."

"Ah, you just need practice." Cobb made sure to slid an arm underneath Billy's shoulders and put Billy's arm over his. He had to duck a little given his height but he'd keep the guy steady. "A few more chats like this and you'll be drinkin' it fine."

Was he kidding? It was hard to tell.

"Alright, let's find you a place to lie down and get you some water." Water was easy to come by so shouldn't take much to get Billy hydrated again.

He laughed, glancing up to flash Cobb a doubtful look. He was a lightweight, Probably always would be.

"There's some beds um-" Billy gestured, trying to figure out how to describe it, "...I just lay down here? Floor looks fine-"

"No, no, ain't gonna leave you on the floor. That's a bad place to sleep, trust me." Cobb laughed a little as they stumbled along. Poor kid was a real lightweight.

He did find some beds after a little bit of looking and gently eased Billy into one. Then he unclipped a canteen from his hip and held it out to him. "Drink some of this. It'll help you feel better when you wake up."

"You should work here too. Good bedside manner," Billy praised, thinking maybe drinking while he was supposed to be on the job hadn't been his brightest idea.

He accepted the canteen and made himself take a good drink before handing it back. He wanted to avoid the worst of the sick that was sure to come from this. "Sorry m'a lightweight."

"Ah, I'm only nice to people I like." He put the canteen back on his belt and let Billy get comfortable. "Get some rest, kid. You deserve it."

Cobb patted his shoulder and then left him to sleep it off. His gait was a little more relaxed, hips swaying just a touch more as he sauntered away but besides that and the flush of his cheeks Cobb seemed perfectly sober.

I didn't mean for it to happen

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