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Who: Simon and Alisha
Where: Simon and Shepard's flat
When: After this series of texts
What: It's time to tell Alisha about the future.
Warnings: Nothing inappropriate. Spoilers for Misfits if you care about that sort of thing.

Simon had traveled back in time with a strict schedule of things that needed to be attended to in order to keep his friends safe... only to end up on the island with no idea of who he was. That had all been a confusing mess of memory loss and kissing people he had no interest in kissing, but once it had gotten sorted out, he'd wasted no time in attempting to learn what he could about this place. A lot of creeping around on the network in other peoples conversations had been involved in that, as well as a few ventures out atop the roofs of New Moore's buildings to learn the layout of the city.

When he had time-traveled, he knew exactly what it was he'd had to do in the past. But here... he wasn't sure at all how to proceed. The game had changed entirely, and he no longer had the same responsibility that he'd had at home. Sure, he still needed to look out for his friends, but without the need to be in specific places at specific times... well, it left him with a whole new set of opportunities. Perhaps he wouldn't even have to die.

Having this conversation while Alisha was under the influence of this truth-telling epidemic wasn't how he'd envisioned it, but now that he'd told her bits of the truth, he couldn't just leave it at that. Plus, she'd been hearing things from Rudy and Nathan about the future and Simon was sure that none of it made any sense to her.

It was all or nothing, now.

There wasn't much cleaning up to do in his flat. Simon was tidy by nature, and his roommate was a workaholic so neither of them ever made much of a mess of the place. As he was waiting for Alisha to arrive, he stood in front of his open closet door staring at the black hooded outfit hanging there. According to Alisha, she ought to have been far enough along to recognise it--or the one he'd had at home that had been very similar, at any rate.

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Alisha, had she been in a normal state of mind, probably would have made him wait a good hour before showing. It was Simon after all, the weird kid, the odd little nerd of the pack; typically, she spoke to him infrequently and aside from perhaps looking at him when he addressed the group, paid him little mind. However, here, now, something was definitely off. Perhaps with all the honesty going around, she had to be honest with herself; she did in fact want all this nonsense cleared up. Conversely, perhaps it was the foreign amount of confidence in the tone of his texts, enough that it had shocked Alisha out of merely sitting by for shits and giggles.

Either way, she found herself at his door shortly after, the only time between the texts and her arrival used for walking and searching for the right address number. She did, however, stare at the door for several long, thoughtful moments, not entirely sure of her decision to visit; it was a bit odd given the Simon she knew, after all.

Still, curiosity, more so than loyalty to either Simon or her word, gave her the determination to knock, one, two, three times. All she had to do was wait for him to answer the door, knowing in the back of her mind, that if he pulled any funny business, at least she had a few "friends" she could turn to.

Upon hearing the knock, Simon slid the closet door closed quietly. That wasn't something he wanted to spring on Alisha the moment she walked in; it would be better suited by him working it into their conversation at a later point. In his head, he had gone over this a hundred times--what he would say to her when he finally felt the time was right. The words ran through his mind as he took a quick moment to glance at his reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall, straightened his hair a bit, and then went to let her in.

"You made it." The hint of a smile that came to his face was a far cry from the awkward, hesitant way he used to smile at girls. "Come in."

Alisha would have found his smile rather dashing, if not for the fact that she couldn't help but feel it didn't belong there. Not on Simon; at least, not on the one she remembered.

"I told you I'd come; I wasn't dicking around when I said I owed you."

She kept a casual, detached countenance as she stepped inside, busying herself for a moment by looking around at the surroundings and silently debating with herself whether or not she expected them from him.

"So. Wot did you want to talk about?"

"You don't owe me anything, Alisha," he said with the shrug of one shoulder.

Simon's flat was actually quite plain-looking--he hadn't taken the time to do much decorating or gathering of meaningless material possessions, and his flatmate wasn't the type to do so, either. The kitchen contained the normal sorts of appliances and things one would expect to find. Through the open door of Simon's room, a stack of text books on the desk beside his laptop could be seen, as well as a rack of weights and small barbells on the floor.

"I want to talk to you about the future." He looked at her calmly, steadily, as if he weren't discussing anything more serious than the weather. "The future... that would have been, at home, I mean. Rudy and Nathan have probably told you things, already."

The barbells she certainly didn't expect. However, she couldn't dwell on that too long, his words quickly catching her attention; she turned her head, looking him in the eye.

"They've both said I've died... and that we were together, both of which are complete bullshit." Forced honesty wasn't necessary to tell she truly believed that, either. It was saturated in her voice, steady in her visage, and straightforward in her posture, not at all forced from her lips. Frankly, she has been more than ready to voice that opinion.

"From the sounds of it, Nathan heard everything from Rudy. Now, I don't know wot's wrong with his head, but for once, that's his own problem, not mine."

It didn't surprise him one bit that she was skeptical. If he had come from the same point in time as Alisha and someone had told him that they were together, he'd never have believed them.

"It's not bullshit. They were telling the truth--everything changes in the future." Just as the latter part of that statement was spoken, he raised one hand; holding it out toward her to take if she wanted. He wasn't going to force her to touch him. "I meant it when I said that I'm immune to powers."

Her eyes glanced down at his hand. They carried a glint of wary caution, from both his words and his hand. It took her a brief moment to find her voice, the uncertainty clear.

"I dunno if I should. I'm not saying you're lying or anything, but... if this place can mess with memory and honesty, who's to say you're "still" immune in the first place? Who's to say you're immune to mine?"

She suspected he'd explain how and when he got the immunity later; at least, she didn't plan on leaving until all her questions were answered. Yet, there was one thing she wanted to know most, and found herself pushing it.

"And why do you keep going on about 'the future?' Unless you somehow swapped bodies with Curtis, took a hit of X, saw the future, and then never told us about it, I don't see how you could know anything."

"I know because I've touched you before without your power affecting me. There's a man at home named Seth, who has the ability to take powers... and sell them to other people. I bought this one from him."

His hand stayed outstretched for another long moment before he finally dropped it back to his side; his eyes never leaving Alisha's face even if she wasn't looking at him. "No.. I've never had Curtis' ability. However we arrive on this island, Alisha.. it takes us from different points in time. How do you think I know Rudy? He was on community service with us in the future, after Nathan left for Las Vegas with his girlfriend."

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She opened her mouth to interrupt and dispute his claim of ever successfully touching her, but luckily decided better of it, instead listening to the rest of his words.

"This... this is too weird, even for you." She shook her head as she spoke, internally wishing this was some kind of cruel joke. Her eyes scanned his for some hint of folly, though when she found she could find none, she also found it harder to look at him, and her gaze fell to the floor. It was a lot to take in, however simple it might seem looking back.

Yet, if all of his words were true... Her eyes found a nice spot on the wall to stare at as she spoke, more out of self preservation than anything else; if he answered positively on what she was about to ask, she certainly wouldn't want to see the honesty in his features.

"So. I really die?"

"I know it sounds that way, and to be honest.. it only gets weirder from there. Do you have your necklace? The one with the.. little bird pendant?" Despite being the truth, everything about their lives had started to sound an awful lot like the crazy plot of a science fiction movie. Weird had simply become the norm, and really, he didn't think that there was much that would surprise him any more.

It wasn't a drastic change in his expression, but his brows drew together as he briefly relived the moment she had died in his arms. As confident as he was that this time he would get it right and prevent it from happening, it still haunted him. "I won't let that happen," he insisted firmly. "Not here, and not at home if we get sent back." He'd die before he let anything happen to Alisha. He knew, because that's what had happened. Simon wasn't afraid to die.

She licked her lips and gave a quick shake of her head.

"No, I lost it a long time ago."

That certainly fell under the category of "weirder." Regardless of if he was truly from the future, she wasn't sure she would ever bring the necklace up in conversation; as far as she was concerned, looking for it, especially so long after it was misplaced, would be futile.

As he spoke, she paid close attention to the slight change in his features, and though part of her felt that she shouldn't, she found an odd sort of comfort in his resolute reassurance.

"You know you're not obligated to look out for me like that, right?" she asked, her voice softer in that it betrayed the vulnerability of realized mortality. She wasn't ungrateful for his words, not by a long shot; however, she was uncertain as to why he would say something that damningly staunch.

It would have been ideal if he'd gotten far enough along his own timeline to have had the necklace in his possession at that moment, to be able to return it to her as proof. But.. this could still work, he thought. If she wasn't convinced, he could always suit up and climb down the side of the building, or do something else the Simon she knew wouldn't have been capable of.

"The guy in the mask chased away the mugger who took it from you.. and then he touched your hand," he explained; eyes full of intensity as if he were willing her to figure it out. The starey thing. It was just something he could never help.

Oh, but he was obligated to look out for her, even if she were to end up rejecting him. It was his destiny. Someone had to keep them all safe, even here, where everything was so unfortunately unpredictable. Especially here, then. "I want to," he stated simply.

"Were... you stalking me?"

It was the first thing to come to her mind. Given Simon's past tendencies and his invisibility -granted, she was unaware that he no longer had it- she couldn't help but think he had been. If that wasn't enough, his staring certainly wasn't helping to dissuade her from her guess; however, it certainly was intensive enough to dissuade her from staying in the same spot. She found herself taking a small step back, as if the gaze's strength would lessen with distance.

At his latter statement, her eyes narrowed and brow furrowed slightly with confusion. He wanted to? Sure, Simon had always looked out for the group, using his knowledge of fiction and fantasy to explain things, but this felt... different.

"Why?"

Well that is certainly not the assumption he was hoping she'd make. He watched as she took a step back, concerned that he'd alarmed her, but he stayed where he was. "No.. the man in the mask is me, Alisha. He's who I become in your future. The Simon you know... he and I both existed together, when I traveled back in time."

Why? The answer to that question was wholly uncomplicated. Because I love you. But was she ready to hear that? Being told that they will be together in her future was one thing, but this was another thing entirely, he thought. So he tried a safer route.

"I care about you."

Her head shook as she tried to make sense of his claim. Nerdy, creepy Simon, a real life "superhero?" The thought was hard to believe. She could see point A, the Simon she knew, and point B, the Simon in front of her, but she couldn't connect them, much less fathom how to. Yet deep down, there was no doubt in her heart he was being honest... just the wish that he wasn't.

"So, why even travel back in time? I mean, there can't be much in it for you." It was a question she wasn't entirely sure she should ask, though she did want to know. She wanted to know far more than she cared to admit. "It wasn't because..." she quickly tilted her head down a few degrees, a gesture indicating his last statement. "Was it?"

"There's everything in it for me," he assured her. Simon hadn't felt truly alive until he'd, firstly, met his fellow young offenders. In the whole twenty years of his life, he'd never had better friends; and he'd have done anything to keep them safe.

Secondly... "If I hadn't traveled back in time, and if it weren't for you... I wouldn't be this person. I wouldn't have been able to do the things I needed to do to keep you safe and to make sure that everything went as it had to." He paused, focusing his gaze on a point over her head as he thought. "Though here, none of those things are going to continue to happen."

"Then why me? Wot makes me so important that you become this... this person?"

I don't want you to get together with Simon. Rudy's words echoed in her head. At the time, she hadn't hesitated to brush them off, but now they've become far more profound, holding a truth she had continuously tried to reject. She might not have been a genius, but she wasn't stupid by any means. "We aren't... together. In the future. Are we?"

"A-anyways, I don't even know how to take that." Any of it, really. For once, she didn't want to know why he felt he had to maintain the course of history; she could feel in the pit of her stomach that whatever the reasoning, it wasn't pleasant.

"You fell in love with me."

He didn't hesitate, but he still wasn't entirely certain that she would react well to hearing it. He hadn't expected to win her over immediately, if any of this even worked at all. He'd been able to set things in motion at home, but this was different. There was no other Simon to push Alisha toward. It was only him. He wanted to convince her of this, because just maybe... they could have a chance here. And if she chose to walk out the door right then, he hoped her curiosity would get the better of her and she'd come back looking for more answers.

With a slight incline of his head, he nodded. "You're the one who brought me out of my shell, and gave me the confidence to do the things I had to do. It's... complicated."

That certainly answered her question. She bit the inside of her cheek, her confusion painted clearly in her eyes and along her brows. "Really? You and me?"

Perhaps "how" would have been more appropriate to ask; then again, staying somewhat ignorant would prover a safer option, at least until she could stew on everything she had already learned from him.

"...It sounds complicated." Once again, though she was curious, there was an uncertainty as to whether she should ask for elaboration or wait until she was ready to know. "I'm really having a hard time seeing how I could have done all that." There was Curtis back home, for one, and then there was her lack of attraction to the Simon she knew.

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