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Sliders: All Weeds to Flowers (Rembrandt)

Written for choc_fic, with the prompt Sliders, Remy "Rembrandt" Brown: fish out of water - "if the mountains should crumble into the sea/stand by me."

Title: All Weeds to Flowers
Author: voleuse
Fandom: Sliders
Character: Rembrandt
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Piece by piece they shipped my body to this country.
Notes: Set after 1.04

There wasn't a moment of revelation, or a lightning bolt of resentment. The realization came to Rembrandt in pieces: He wasn't getting home anytime soon.

One morning, he watched Quinn fiddle with the timer, each spark and zing prodding hope inside him. "How's it going, Q-ball?" He crumbled his English muffin between his fingers.

Quinn nudged a wire aside, then groaned and set his tweezers down. "Same as usual. Nowhere."

"Right." Rembrandt felt a yell build in his throat, then Quinn twitched back. Rembrandt watched his hands tremble, watched his jaw grind. He sighed, and he offered Quinn a smile. "Maybe later, right?"

Quinn nodded, and he stared down at the timer. "Yeah. Maybe later."

One afternoon, they fled from a gang of wannabe Stormtroopers, sliding down into the sewers in order to escape. The professor leaned against the wall, a grimace spilling over his face.

"You all right?" Rembrandt asked. He kept an eye on the kids ahead of them, heard Wade echo his question.

The professor scowled. "Winded, perhaps." He clutched at his right side. "How do you manage to hold up so well?"

"I'm a singer, remember?" He chuckled, because it was hard enough to remember himself, sometimes. "Great lungs are part of the package."

"Hey," Quinn called out, his voice hushed, "we should keep moving."

Rembrandt extended his arm. "Good idea."

The professor eyed Rembrandt's hand, then snorted. "I'm not decrepit," he snapped, pushing off the wall.

"Never said you were," Rembrandt replied. They started running again, and Rembrandt flanked the group. Every few yards, he turned his head, and listened for pursuit.

One night, he woke from a nightmare to the sound of sniffling. He sat up slowly, mindful of rustling against their tent's walls. He squinted, let his eyes adjust to the filtered moonlight, and found one sleeping bag empty.

Rembrandt crept out of the tent, crouching to avoid unnecessary detection. The night was quiet, but he'd seen the raptors swoop down before--his nightmare came back to him, vivid, and he almost turned back.

Someone hiccuped, and he turned his head, found the expected silhouette. "Wade?"

She flinched, then ducked low. "Rembrandt? Did I wake you?"

"It's all right." He made his way forward, put his hand on the ground to steady himself. "It's not safe out here."

"I know," she murmured. "It's stupid. I just didn't want-- I didn't want them to hear me."

He settled beside her, his gaze to the horizon. "I think they'd understand, sweetheart." He patted her arm, despite the awkward angle.

"I know," she repeated, then she leaned against him. "Thanks, Rembrandt."

He put an arm around her and let the silence settle around them for a second. Then he sighed. "Now can we get back in the tent before some giant bird eats us?"

Wade let out a breath of laughter, and he felt her nod against his shoulder. "Probably a good idea."

A bird's cry shivered through the air, and together, they crawled back into the tent.

Maybe it happened in a day, or maybe it took weeks. All Rembrandt knew was, somewhere between the prisons and the plagues and the parties, he learned to look at these three strangers, and he found them calling him friend.


A/N: Title and summary adapted from Jessica Care Moore's Black Statue of Liberty.

Originally posted to choc_fic.


( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 18th, 2008 02:17 pm (UTC)
yay sliders!
Thank you for this nice revisit to my favorite group of Sliders, I could really hear their voices come through in this.
Thanks again and take care, Karrenia
Feb. 18th, 2008 06:13 pm (UTC)
Re: yay sliders!
Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it.
Feb. 18th, 2008 07:55 pm (UTC)
Awww, Remmy! Wow, I loved this show so much for those first few seasons. Thanks for reminding me of that. :)
Feb. 19th, 2008 12:10 am (UTC)
You're welcome! I'm glad you liked it!
Feb. 19th, 2008 04:05 am (UTC)
wow, this is vaguely creepy, I was just watching this on Netflix!!! Love these kind of little moments in between the show's more elaborate plots, I can see these beats vividly. =)
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