Fuck, I forgot!
lmao enjoy this fanfic I wrote with a cold and a lot of homework I had to do. Happy birthday to Alex!!!
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Ding!
The grandfather clock in the living room struck to signal that it was one o’clock.
Alex lay on his spot on the couch, covered in blankets and an all sorts of research spread across the table. For the last three weeks, there had been a Death cycle sweeping through their little area in Harlem, targeting a group of factory workers. And for the last three weeks, he and his fellow clairvoyants had hit dead end after dead end, even with the outside help of Clear.
“Fuck,” Alex groaned, running a hand through his short blonde hair. Well, not so short anymore. He had to cut it soon.
Wendy strolled by, a package tucked under her arm. “What’s up with you?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. Alex shot her a look.
“You know what’s up, Wen. I’m still no closer to figuring out how to prevent these deaths,” he explained. Wendy’s expression changed to one of sympathy.
“You’ve got to relax. I mean, it’s our one off day, I’m sure it’ll be fine if you chill for today,” she said, walking to her and Kim’s room.
“Fuck…she isn’t wrong,” Alex said to himself. He yawned, shut his laptop, gathered all his papers into one stack, and laid down on the couch, letting sleep take over.
He didn’t know what time it was when he woke up, only the fact that Sam was standing over him, an excited expression on his face.
“Well, look who decided to wake up! You good?” He asked.
Alex rubbed at his eyes. “What’s going on? Why do you look so happy?”
Sam rolled his eyes and helped Alex up. “Whatever, as long as you’re up. I made dinner, come on,” he said, dragging Alex to the kitchen. Their fellow visionaries and respective sidekicks were either seated at the table or leaning up against the sinks, plates in hand. Kim looked at the two boys and smiled.
“He wakes, everyone! We thought you forgot,” she giggled, shoving something on a stick in her mouth.
Alex looked at her in confusion. “What? What is everyone talking about?” He asked. Everyone was acting super fucking strange.
Lori blinked at him, wrapping a strand of ginger hair around her left index. “Are you joking? Please tell me you are,” she said.
Alex crossed his arms. “What the fuck are you all talking about?”
Sam laughed, and Alex jumped at the man making himself known. “Alex. What fucking day is it?” He asked, hands on his hips.
“Uh…September 25th? I don’t follow,” Alex replied, still confused.
“Are you not forgetting anything?” Sam asked.
Alex tried his best to think long and hard, and…
Oh!
“Fuck, I forgot it’s my birthday,” he said, a little embarrassed to have forgotten his birthday. He knew that Nick was born May 22nd, Kim was born June 9, Wendy was born July 26 and Sam was born August 12; having done something for all of them, but somehow had forgotten his own birthday.
Nick snickered. “You forgot your own birthday?” He asked, to which Clear kicked him under the table. She faced her respective clairvoyant and research partner and smiled.
“I get it. I forget things all the time, too. Enough dwelling over what you forgot, and let’s celebrate,” she announced.
Molly walked over to him, a flat object wrapped in white paper. Everyone’s signatures; from Wendy’s neat cursive to Burke’s doctor like handwriting decorated it. Alex took the object and unwrapped it in a way that wouldn’t destroy the signature. As he did so, Kevin spoke up.
“We know it’s not money or anything…but we hope you like it,” he said, and went back to his staring contest with Wendy.
Alex finished unwrapping the gift, and he gasped in shock. Then tears of happiness sprung to his eyes.
There was a framed photo of all the visionaries, Wendy clearly being the one who was taking the photo as she held the camera above her head. It was from the time Nick had joined, completing the visionary team. He flipped the frame over, and there was a photo of the visionaries and their respective sidekicks. Underneath it was the words:
“To flipping Death off til the world ends!”
“I don’t know what to say…but thank you! Thank you all,” Alex said, wiping away his tears. Everyone replied with various “your welcomes” and laughter. After the laughter died down, Wendy spoke up.
“Well enough with the sappy stuff, let’s eat!”
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Honestly, Canon!Saga will hightail it the fuck out of Bright Falls first chance she gets. She may end up working for the FBC but will always be wary of Bright Falls. She will never like Alan for endangering her daughter and putting her through hell.
But I am a fan of transformative works—so this is me focusing on a different version of the characters.
In my version, Saga joins the FBC and, unfortunately, ends up joining the ExSpouse club along side Casey and Kirin as a result.
By this point, 5 years has elapsed and her daughter has started college (maybe even at a west coast school?). So, when the FBC asks her and Casey to relocate to Bright Falls to help resettle The Lake House—whose main mission is to explore/research the Dark Place, but now also potentially recover Doctor Darling—she agrees.
Casey agrees because Saga agrees.
He is technically semi-retired and only works for the FBC on a part-time basis, so he doesn’t go out on field missions a ton—but I like to think being possessed by the Dark Presence gave him some mild but handy parautilitarian abilities.
The one that makes him most valuable to the FBC, however, is his interesting bond with Alan—who seems to have become a figure who can pop in and out of different versions of reality at will via his writing.
The FBC would very much like to have Alan as a permanent member of their team—I’m not convinced they didn’t try to capture him for interrogation after the event of Alan Wake 2 but lost him after he used his own blood to write his way out of their cell someone got fired over that—but he’s keenly eluding them.
Alan has very little interest in helping the FBC, his primary goal is finding Alice and he’s pretty pissed at them for tossing him in a cell right after he escaped 13 years of imprisonment.
However, he does feel guilty about what he put Saga and Casey through, so he’s willing to help them (with them kind of acting as liaisons between Alan and the FBC, when they really need info).
Anyway, due to the metaphysical bond between him and Casey, Casey can sort of…summon Alan into their reality.
It’s similar but not as direct a method of communication as Saga’s Mind Place technique (which is still spotty if she and Alan aren’t on the same plane of reality) but functions by Casey essentially focusing on Alan psychically and appearing as one of Alan’s “echoes”—which Alan sees while feeling an overwhelming compulsion to appear before Casey.
The visions will become more and more intrusive and the pull stronger and stronger the longer Alan attempts to ignore the “call.”
While Alan has discovered he can shut out Saga if he really wants to, he simply can’t manage it with Casey—who delights in discovering he now has a certain level of control over Alan.
If Alan ignores the call for too long, the visions become an overwhelming cacophony and the pull so great—he’ll be ripped out of whatever reality he is in involuntarily and deposited right at Casey’s feet.
(Again, Casey loves getting to do this. He’s almost disappointed now when Alan comes without much of a fight.)
However, Alan also discover the easiest way to voluntarily hop between any reality is find an Agent Alex Casey (real or fictional, such as worlds where Alex Casey is played by certain Finnish actors) and simply write the words “Time to visit my old friend, Casey.”
Alan will then immediately appear within a certain physical proximity to whatever version of Casey he focuses on.
It takes him a while to figure out the physical distance directly correlates to how close emotionally he is to that version of Casey.
He doesn’t have to travel realities by that method—it’s just the simplest way to do it.)
So, anyway, the whole gang ends up operating out of Bright Falls.
And—even better—Ilmo wiggles his way into being the guy who supplies their headquarters coffee supply.
Maybe he gets Saga to vouch for him—and is actually on the FBC’s payroll as a look out for paranatural shit on top of providing them excellent coffee—but either way he’s regularly in their office.
Hijinks ensue.
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