That Part Chapter 38: Fallen Stars

This is a Skyrim/Alan Wake 2 fic. All rights belong to the copyright holders.

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ALEX

The Anderson brothers were playing their summoning song or whatever they called it. The music blared against Cauldron Lake’s shores. If not for the Taken attacking Saga, it would have felt like our own private concert. And with how popular the Old Gods of Asgard still were, it would have been an expensive concert ticket to buy.

Kiran’s eyes went between the FBC equipment and Saga. We all had our parts to play and if she messed up on hers, we would all be in deep ****.

Jash and I stood far enough away from Kiran that we had some semblance of privacy. Though we were still close enough that if we were needed, there wouldn’t be any delay in how quickly we could react.

I tensed as Saga barely escaped another Taken. How long had this been going on? Five minutes? Five hours? How long would it take Scr-there!

My mind should have been fully focused on Saga when I found her to be a distraction. Her life and death battle was nothing more to me in this moment than a way to distract myself from Jash.

The music the Anderson brothers played was nothing more than mere background noise to my thoughts. It should have meant more to me as it was the way we had lured Scratch to Cauldron Lake. It was here that we would manipulate him into the cage.

What would it be like living Skyrim? I had Jash’s memories to draw off of but I knew I would experience things differently. He had lived his entire life as a Saxhleel and grew up to be the force of nature he was. I, on the other hand, had all the experiences necessary to be an FBI agent and live in New York City.

****, I would never use a toilet again. Whenever I needed to take a **** I would have to look for the nearest bucket. At least Jash’s housecarls would make sure there was always a clean bucket around as well as some privacy.

I also couldn’t take a small drive to another town. Travel was a struggle which is why Jash could make an outlandish amount of money when adventuring. The carriages were safe but even with them you felt worn out by the end of even a short ride.

The only reason I would ever make such a change in my life was for Jash. With him, I could make the change to a new life.

Jash had relaxed his body as if nothing was wrong. But I had seen him countless times relax his body like that and slaughter all the enemies in his way. Was he preparing himself to be possessed? I guess this wasn’t the right place for him to meditate. Besides, he had probably been meditating back at the station in preparation for his sacrifice.

“I’m going back with you, Jash.” I said and my husband turned to look at me. “I know it won’t be easy but I am going to live in Skyrim with you.”

“I know you want to go back with me.” Jash replied. “There hasn’t been a doubt in my mind where you want to go.”

My heart stopped. He had known but still acted like he would give me a choice. Was he going to leave me behind?

“So what was that ******** about giving me a choice back at the station?” I asked and tried to keep my tone civil.

Of course a god wouldn’t want anything to do with me. All I was good for was a ****.

“I don’t have any hope that we will see each other after this night.” Jash said and it felt like I had no heart anymore. “Saga’s plan here might very well free Alan and eventually right the wrongs of this reality. But I have no hope that it will see us…what is the phrase…ride off into the sunset together? With the need for us to focus on our parts, I felt bringing up my lack of hope would harm more than it would help.”

Was I…hopeful? The thought of Jash leaving me behind because of things out of his control had never entered my mind. I had thought about them like you did of your own funeral. You knew it was going to happen but it didn’t feel real. ****, if felt like something you could avoid.

I realized I had started to laugh. But it wasn’t like how I normally did. Usually there was some hidden hurt underneath. Now, though, it was happy. Pure bliss. It felt strange leaving my throat.

As my laughter finally started to die down, I felt Jash’s tight embrace. He didn’t want to leave me. I couldn’t imagine us being apart.

“My love, thanks for this final gift.” Jash said and leaned to rest his forehead against mine.

“What gift?” I asked. “Final?”

“Maybe it is yours to give us more gifts in the future. But if the dark days I have seen come to pass, I want to thank you for your gift of hope.”