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aluminescent · 1 year

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“I couldn’t protect him, Dave. Within half a year, I’ve failed him twice.” Aaron balanced his head onto his fingertips. “You didn’t fail him, Aaron. Not now, and not when Maeve was murdered. We’re a team; no one is at any greater fault than the other for what’s happened . . .” Aaron let out a heavy, lamenting sigh. “For this unsub—whatever the motivation was before, subjugating a law official is going to give him a transgressive high. Reid’s time with him—however short or long—is going to be unpleasant.”

Peculiarly dismembered men are unearthed in the forest, and the locals request the assistance of more experienced investigators. The profile is complex and mercurial, leaving the team without substantial evidence to work with. So they wait on their perpetrator to ignite a series of events that will supplement their data for assessment. They don’t foresee that data being one of their own. Darkness descends.

And yet.

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Blackout 46 // Epilogue: Departures AO3 / FFN

Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog by Caspar David Friedrich

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aluminescent · 1 year

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“This must be monumental for you guys.”

“Mm.” Neither Aaron nor Alex broke their gaze from the sight before them.

“Not gonna lie,” Luke continued, clearing his throat. He grunted again, and there was still a catch in his voice. “It, um—I don’t even know Agent Reid like that for me to feel any type of way.”

Aaron finally looked over at Luke, whose hands were tucked in his pockets. Indeed, there was a glint in the agent’s eyes, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. The corner of his mouth tipped up.

“You have personal history with something of this caliber, Luke.” Aaron looked away again. “Nothing to be ashamed about.”

“Mm. Yeah.”

“Okay, wait, ack—it’s caught—it’s in the—”

Luke chuckled. “She’s hilarious. He’s gonna need that.”

To this, Alex and Aaron smiled.

A few yards from them, Penelope was a poor practice of restraint, worrying over Spencer as staff assisted him into a tilted wheelchair, fretting and tutting as lines were disconnected.

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aluminescent · 1 year

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“I couldn’t protect him, Dave. Within half a year, I’ve failed him twice.” Aaron balanced his head onto his fingertips. “You didn’t fail him, Aaron. Not now, and not when Maeve was murdered. We’re a team; no one is at any greater fault than the other for what’s happened . . .” Aaron let out a heavy, lamenting sigh. “For this unsub—whatever the motivation was before, subjugating a law official is going to give him a transgressive high. Reid’s time with him—however short or long—is going to be unpleasant.”

Peculiarly dismembered men are unearthed in the forest, and the locals request the assistance of more experienced investigators. The profile is complex and mercurial, leaving the team without substantial evidence to work with. So they wait on their perpetrator to ignite a series of events that will supplement their data for assessment. They don’t foresee that data being one of their own. Darkness descends.

And yet.

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Blackout 45 // Thresholds AO3 / Recommended only to be read on AO3 due to skin formatting

The Victory by René Magritte (a master in creating liminal spaces)

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aluminescent · 1 year

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“Our discussions will be completely up to you and in your control.”

“You do what we say.”

This was wrong. His body was not his own. He knew this. He was theirs. Theirs.

“We can go at a slow, easy pace for just brief moments in order to help alleviate the emotions that may be overwhelming you. If I ask you a question that you don’t want to answer, you can simply tell me.”

“All the time.”

“Is there anything that you want to talk about? Why you’re not sleeping, perhaps?”

Once he processed the words, there was an immediate shift, and the room rotated with no discernable axis. A wall was a floor, a ceiling now a wall. The bed was a prison, and beyond it loomed the threat. Them. The woman and the man.

They would drug him. If he slept, they would drug him, and he would awaken—

—covered in a sheen of sweat, nauseous, and with a swelling headache.

—and then he would find—

—something slick between his buttocks.

—that he’d been violated in some way while he slept.

“—encer—you’re safe—in a hospital—no one—hurt you—”

The prospect of such a violation released a wave of distress in him. No longer soothed by tickling and numbing the nerves beneath his fingertips against ribbed corduroy, he was overwhelmed with the compulsion to score his nails against his thighs. Best that they were bare; the tension within him would come undone with each scrape of his nails upon his skin. It was an overwhelming impulse.

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aluminescent · 2 years

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“What on earth is going on?”

“Have you been contacted by Agent Alvez, Agent Garcia?” Dr Henderson’s eyes were widened.

“Have I—Agent Alvez? Why? What’s going on?”

“He requested an immediate security detail be put on Agent Reid, and—”

The phone at the bedside table vibrated. Penelope lunged for it.

“Oh god—what? What’s going on, Derek?”

“Garcia, Alvez tried to call you.” Derek’s voice came through the other end in a tone Penelope remembered on a late April night.

“What for, Morgan? What for? What’s going on?”

“If you’re with Reid right now, can you get to some kinda private room and bring your laptop with you?”

Penelope’s eyes slipped closed as she braced her other hand against her belly, letting out a petering moan. “Oh god, I don’t like this. Derek, please.”

“Just pump your breaks, Garcia. We need to conference. Now. I’ll get Alvez to join.”

Penelope was already moving toward the door with her laptop clutched at her chest. “Going—doing now.”

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aluminescent · 2 years

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“I couldn’t protect him, Dave. Within half a year, I’ve failed him twice.” Aaron balanced his head onto his fingertips. “You didn’t fail him, Aaron. Not now, and not when Maeve was murdered. We’re a team; no one is at any greater fault than the other for what’s happened . . .” Aaron let out a heavy, lamenting sigh. “For this unsub—whatever the motivation was before, subjugating a law official is going to give him a transgressive high. Reid’s time with him—however short or long—is going to be unpleasant.”

Peculiarly dismembered men are unearthed in the forest, and the locals request the assistance of more experienced investigators. The profile is complex and mercurial, leaving the team without substantial evidence to work with. So they wait on their perpetrator to ignite a series of events that will supplement their data for assessment. They don’t foresee that data being one of their own. Darkness descends.

And yet.

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Blackout 44 // Dusk AO3 / FFN

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aluminescent · 2 years

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Spencer was like a wall, Derek had told her, and nothing was truly getting past him. They had yet to determine if such was a manifestation of his captivity or if this was his brain trauma.

Either way, he was deteriorating.

Four days after coming to full consciousness, yet it seemed that any progress had stopped upon fully emerging. She could better appreciate Dr Goswami’s words from the day he’d awakened: this road to recovery would be triply as difficult, and they as a team would either contribute to its success or collapse.

Alex reached out once to engage with him, to let him know who was with him before he was drawing back.

And the hours dragged on—beyond midnight and towards another dawn.

Some time in the early morning, though, she too awoke to the shuffling and groaning of sheets and bed. Bleary, she straightened upon seeing that not only was Spencer alert, but he seemed to be attempting to sit up in the bed with a hand braced against it and his head tilted to the door. She got up and helped him sit upright. He, in turn, plastered his hand down for some stability.

She texted Derek, apologized for the early hour, and confirmed her suspicions through their exchange.

Weeks ago, when the EEG readings had detected that Spencer had transitioned to a sleep-wake cycle, Dr Kane and the nurses had confirmed that it was a fairly consistent cycle—almost to the very minute—with awakenings around a quarter after six.

Derek’s text indicated that Spencer’s first seizure yesterday had been some time before six-thirty.

And now, it was about a quarter after six.

All subconscious, ingrained routine.

As the minutes passed, the soothing motions began.

“You’re waiting for them,” Alex sighed out, disheartened. She tilted her head, and her next words came out in a murmur. “Is it fear or anticipation?”

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aluminescent · 2 years

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“I couldn’t protect him, Dave. Within half a year, I’ve failed him twice.” Aaron balanced his head onto his fingertips. “You didn’t fail him, Aaron. Not now, and not when Maeve was murdered. We’re a team; no one is at any greater fault than the other for what’s happened . . .” Aaron let out a heavy, lamenting sigh. “For this unsub—whatever the motivation was before, subjugating a law official is going to give him a transgressive high. Reid’s time with him—however short or long—is going to be unpleasant.”

Peculiarly dismembered men are unearthed in the forest, and the locals request the assistance of more experienced investigators. The profile is complex and mercurial, leaving the team without substantial evidence to work with. So they wait on their perpetrator to ignite a series of events that will supplement their data for assessment. They don’t foresee that data being one of their own. Darkness descends.

And yet.

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Blackout 43 // Vacuum AO3 / FFN

Sunrise With Sea Monsters by William Turner

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aluminescent · 2 years

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“I couldn’t protect him, Dave. Within half a year, I’ve failed him twice.” Aaron balanced his head onto his fingertips.

“You didn’t fail him, Aaron. Not now, and not when Maeve was murdered. We’re a team; no one is at any greater fault than the other for what’s happened . . .”

Aaron let out a heavy, lamenting sigh. “For this unsub—whatever the motivation was before, subjugating a law official is going to give him a transgressive high. Reid’s time with him—however short or long—is going to be unpleasant.”

Peculiarly dismembered men are unearthed in the forest, and the locals request the assistance of more experienced investigators. The profile is complex and mercurial, leaving the team without substantial evidence to work with. So they wait on their perpetrator to ignite a series of events that will supplement their data for assessment. They don’t foresee that data being one of their own. Darkness descends.

And yet.

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Blackout 39 // Propagate AO3 / FFN

The Greenhouse by Cathy Monnier

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aluminescent · 2 years

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“I couldn’t protect him, Dave. Within half a year, I’ve failed him twice.” Aaron balanced his head onto his fingertips. “You didn’t fail him, Aaron. Not now, and not when Maeve was murdered. We’re a team; no one is at any greater fault than the other for what’s happened . . .” Aaron let out a heavy, lamenting sigh. “For this unsub—whatever the motivation was before, subjugating a law official is going to give him a transgressive high. Reid’s time with him—however short or long—is going to be unpleasant.”

Peculiarly dismembered men are unearthed in the forest, and the locals request the assistance of more experienced investigators. The profile is complex and mercurial, leaving the team without substantial evidence to work with. So they wait on their perpetrator to ignite a series of events that will supplement their data for assessment. They don’t foresee that data being one of their own. Darkness descends.

And yet.

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Blackout 42 // Realities AO3 / FFN

Still Life with an Open Book and Spectacles by William T Howell Allchin

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aluminescent · 2 years

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“I couldn’t protect him, Dave. Within half a year, I’ve failed him twice.” Aaron balanced his head onto his fingertips. “You didn’t fail him, Aaron. Not now, and not when Maeve was murdered. We’re a team; no one is at any greater fault than the other for what’s happened . . .” Aaron let out a heavy, lamenting sigh. “For this unsub—whatever the motivation was before, subjugating a law official is going to give him a transgressive high. Reid’s time with him—however short or long—is going to be unpleasant.”

Peculiarly dismembered men are unearthed in the forest, and the locals request the assistance of more experienced investigators. The profile is complex and mercurial, leaving the team without substantial evidence to work with. So they wait on their perpetrator to ignite a series of events that will supplement their data for assessment. They don’t foresee that data being one of their own. Darkness descends.

And yet.

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Blackout 41 // Emergence AO3 / FFN

The Awakening by Solomon Joseph Solomon

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aluminescent · 2 years

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“I couldn’t protect him, Dave. Within half a year, I’ve failed him twice.” Aaron balanced his head onto his fingertips. “You didn’t fail him, Aaron. Not now, and not when Maeve was murdered. We’re a team; no one is at any greater fault than the other for what’s happened . . .” Aaron let out a heavy, lamenting sigh. “For this unsub—whatever the motivation was before, subjugating a law official is going to give him a transgressive high. Reid’s time with him—however short or long—is going to be unpleasant.”

Peculiarly dismembered men are unearthed in the forest, and the locals request the assistance of more experienced investigators. The profile is complex and mercurial, leaving the team without substantial evidence to work with. So they wait on their perpetrator to ignite a series of events that will supplement their data for assessment. They don’t foresee that data being one of their own. Darkness descends. And yet. --- Blackout 40 // Breathe AO3 / FFN Rocky Reef on the Sea Shore by Caspar David Friedrich

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aluminescent · 2 years

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“You’re a mother.” Lorraine turned to Alex, smiling at her. “How did you know? Tell me, please. How did you know? Did you know it just after, like I do? I didn’t . . . I hadn’t known the first time until . . . Oh, I hurt him.” Her face reddened, her eyes glistened, and with her loose hand she covered her eyes as her chin and lips quivered.

Alex stiffened in her seat.

“I’m sorry, Kenneth,” Lorraine sniveled, voice fluttering. “I’m . . . Oh, Kenneth.”

“Being sorry for Kenneth doesn’t erase what you did to other people, Lorraine,” Alex chided. “Or to me. Sorry doesn’t give us our lives or livelihoods back. It doesn’t fix you or Russell.”

“I know.” Her head bobbed at Alex. “I know. I know it. I do. I know I know. I”—her hand moved down to her belly—“I won’t anymore. I won’t. He’s coming back to me. I think I know now. It’s that—that little seed starting to take root inside of you? Latching onto you, and you just immediately begin nurturing it and nourishing it? I just know it. I know this time. I can already feel it.”

Alex, blinking, didn’t respond to her. She found herself wrinkling her nose at the sheer lunacy. Maybe she couldn’t be here after all.

Luke leaned forward. “What did happen to Kenneth, Lorraine? How’d he die? Was it the cancer or . . .” Luke intentionally left it open, trying not to lead her to anything.

“Mm. Kenneth.” Lorraine’s hand went to her belly again. She shook her head. “In nature, nothing dies, you know. He’s already coming back to me.”

“Yes, but before that, Lorraine.”

Her eyes were trained upon nothing, and then they watered again. Her chest swelled with the large heave of air she took, and then the words puffed out as her tears poured. “I wasn’t there when he left. I wasn’t there with him.”

Alex had to sit back and shut her eyes for a moment.

But Lorraine wept. “I wasn’t there when he . . .”

Alex stood abruptly, finding that she could no longer be in Lorraine’s presence.

“Wait. Wait, please, agent.”

Alex paused.

“How is he?” The voice was thick.

It was obvious to whom she was referring, but Alex wouldn’t respond. She reached forward for the handle, but Lorraine continued.

“He was so good. He’s so good for Russell. Russell loves him, too, you know. Russell loves his boy. He never quite liked them as much as his boy.”

Alex pivoted and took a few steps back toward the bed; Luke leaned forward as if to intervene, but no intervention was necessary. Alex stopped at the bedside, and her voice was thin and level as she stood over Lorraine McAllistar.

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aluminescent · 3 years

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“I couldn’t protect him, Dave. Within half a year, I’ve failed him twice.” Aaron balanced his head onto his fingertips.

“You didn’t fail him, Aaron. Not now, and not when Maeve was murdered. We’re a team; no one is at any greater fault than the other for what’s happened . . .”

Aaron let out a heavy, lamenting sigh. “For this unsub—whatever the motivation was before, subjugating a law official is going to give him a transgressive high. Reid’s time with him—however short or long—is going to be unpleasant.”

Peculiarly dismembered men are unearthed in the forest, and the locals request the assistance of more experienced investigators. The profile is complex and mercurial, leaving the team without substantial evidence to work with. So they wait on their perpetrator to ignite a series of events that will supplement their data for assessment. They don’t foresee that data being one of their own. Darkness descends. And yet. --- Blackout 35 + 36 // Convergence, Parts I + II AO3 / FFN School of Athens by Raphael

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aluminescent · 3 years

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BLACKOUT FANART by mochi_pop

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aluminescent · 3 years

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“I couldn’t protect him, Dave. Within half a year, I’ve failed him twice.” Aaron balanced his head onto his fingertips. “You didn’t fail him, Aaron. Not now, and not when Maeve was murdered. We’re a team; no one is at any greater fault than the other for what’s happened . . .” Aaron let out a heavy, lamenting sigh. “For this unsub—whatever the motivation was before, subjugating a law official is going to give him a transgressive high. Reid’s time with him—however short or long—is going to be unpleasant.”

Peculiarly dismembered men are unearthed in the forest, and the locals request the assistance of more experienced investigators. The profile is complex and mercurial, leaving the team without substantial evidence to work with. So they wait on their perpetrator to ignite a series of events that will supplement their data for assessment. They don’t foresee that data being one of their own. Darkness descends.

And yet. --- Blackout 30 // Rinse, Repeat, Deviate AO3 / FFN The Chess Problem by Muriel C.W. Boulton

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