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strawhatollie · 5 years

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The Docks were crowded, the smell of saltwater and fish strong in the air as people were selling fish off of their ships. Tristan, Sam and I had just gotten to the docks to look for a ship that could take us to Ravenvale.

“Let’s split up,” I suggested, “we need to find a captain that will help us across.” Tristan turned to Sam, who shrugged.

“Splitting up never goes well,” she laughed “the last thing we need is you falling in the water and drowning.” Tristan laughed with her

“He won’t drown though; he can just swim back up. It’s not that hard.” Tristan furrowed his eyebrows. Sam laughed again and turned to Atlas, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Why couldn’t you do it, Atlas? Want to share with the class?” she giggled when my face turned red, I immediately turned on my heel and started walking away,

“I’m going this way!” I shouted over the noise, “We’ll meet back here in an hour!” I could hear Sam laughing while I made my way down the docks.

About 20 minutes later, I saw a man standing beside a vessel that could house around 15 people. But what captured my attention were the black veins peeking out from under his sleeves. The heat was intense that day, so the sleeves alone were odd. So I made my way through the crowd to him, but the closer I got, the scarier he seemed. His black hair and huge arms were off- putting enough, but his iron teeth and empty eyes made him even scarier. I put on my best confident expression proceeded forward.

“Excuse me?” So much for confident, the man turned to me and eyed me up and down.

“What?” he grunted in response, obviously not in a good mood.

“Me and my friends need to get to Ravenvale, are you headed that way?” he looked like he wanted to sell my soul for a new pair of boots.

“My friends and I” he replied. I furrowed my eyebrows and cocked my head to the side

“Huh?”

“You said me and my friends,” he explained, “It’s my friends and I.”

“Oh,” I wanted to die in that moment. He laughed to himself a bit before asking

“Why do you need to get to Ravenvale?” I glanced around at my surroundings; nobody was worried about me or this man.

“The same reason you’d need to get away from Ms. Carmen.” I whispered, glancing down at his hands.

He slammed me backward into the hull of the ship, his forearm against my throat. My heart was beating hard in my chest, my feet were dangling above the water and he dug his knee into my crotch. My breathing stopped instantly. Oh god, I thought please don’t get hard please don’t pleaaase. He leaned in and whispered.

“Who the hell are you? How do you know who I am?”

“I saw your mark,” I choked out, pulling up on his arm “it’s poking out of your sleeves, you should get some gloves.” He glanced down at my arms and dug in his knee more, my heart pounded harder as the blood rushed down to my dick, fucking damn it.

“Where is your mark, hm?”

“Let me show you,” I choked out “Please just put me down, I can’t swim.”

He scanned my face for a moment and pulled me back onto the deck. I took a few deep breaths, trying to find my happy place. I glanced around at the people walking by and turned to him,

“Okay, don’t freak out” but before he could ask, I reached up to the knot holding my eyepatch in place and pulled it apart. When the eyepatch came off and he saw my eye, his jaw dropped.

“Holy shit,” he exclaimed “that’s insane!” I shushed him, afraid he’d attract attention.

“I know, will you please help us? She’s after us and I don’t have any other options.” I put the eyepatch back over my eye and tied it back into place.

“Yeah, I’ll help you. But how do I know I can trust you?” I shrugged my shoulders,

“My friend Sam has a mark a lot like yours; she will tell you I’m being honest.” He rolled his eyes and laughed.

“Okay kid whatever, I trust you. Go get your friend and come on, I’m leaving soon.” He turned around to walk away.

“Wait!” he turned around to look at me, eyebrow cocked. “What’s your name?” he laughed again

“I’m Ian, you?”

“I’m Atlas.”

“Well hello Atlas, now hurry up.” I turned away “Oh, and maybe change your pants?”

I’m gonna throw myself off of the docks I thought, he noticed. My cheeks had been red for 15 minutes before I found Sam. She was sitting with her legs dangling off the docks and eating something that made my stomach turn, and definitely not in the good way.

“Hey, where’s Tristan?” I asked looking around. I couldn’t see him from where we were.

“Oh, he’s off looking for a ship,” she cocked her head up to look at me “what are you doing here?”

“I found a captain that would take us, but we need to hurry because he’s leaving soon.” She stood up and I glanced around more before asking.

“Which way did he go?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you run along and find him.” I turned to her, she wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“What is your problem?”

“Nothing.” She murmured, she tried to walk away but I grabbed her arm

“Sam, tell me what’s wrong. I’m not stupid okay I know you’re upset.” Before she could answer me, Tristan ran up and jumped on my back.

“Hey Atlas, any luck?” He dropped off of me and continued, “I haven’t found anything yet.”

“I found a guy who is willing to help.” I answered, still looking at Sam. She wouldn’t meet my eyes, her long red hair covering most of her face.

“Well then let’s go!” Tristan replied, a huge smile on his face. “I can’t wait to be a pirate!”

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ao3feed-rhink · 5 years

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Ravenvale

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by totallyrhettro

On their way home from another case, Agent Seaborne and Agent Roach find themselves in the strange, fog-covered town of Ravenvale.

Words: 3103, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: rhink - Fandom, Seaborne and Roach - Fandom

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Seaborne, Roach - Character, Original Characters

Relationships: Rhett McLaughlin/Link Neal, Seaborne/Roach

Additional Tags: Happy endings guaranteed, additional tags to be added as required, Driving, Fog, Small Towns, Best Friends, FBI Agent Seaborne, FBI Agent Roach

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paperbackisland · 4 years

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Plans for Paperback Island

My Switch arrived today! Here are some of my plans for my Animal Crossing Island:

Fabletown: The town you enter upon entry to my island. Here you’ll find shops, resident services, and a cute little marketplace. I’m thinking of modeling it after an old-fashioned English town with simple panels that look like buildings.

The Culture District: Where the museum, library, and theater reside. Maybe some cute cafes or restaurants. Thinking I’ll put my Good Omens house here, though Crowley works in the Farming District.

The Farming District: Lavender and berry farm, honey stand, greenhouse, flower shop, orchard, duck pond, flower breeding. Dog park maybe?

Everdell National Park: A cute cottagecore/natural inspired part of the island. I’m planning to create little areas inspired by some of my favorite natural places and vacation memories.

So far this includes Yellowstone, Maui, Zion, Alberta, and the Rocky Mountains

This area will include the campsite, hiking trails, and a visitor’s center (house) that will likely have more themed areas inside.

Fairybrook Forest: Although this area is going to be designed in pretty pastels and fairytale motifs to look cute and innocent, it has a strong fae presence and is therefore the most dangerous part of the island.

Will include a Disney inspired castle, magical creature sightings, and some colorful flower fields.

The nature school will either be here or Everdell. Still deciding.

Ravenvale Grove: Actually a very small area at the North end of the map. While this area has a spooky vibe, the witches of Paperback Island are largely a very respectful bunch who mostly seek to honor nature and their ancestors. They may even try to help if you’re minorly cursed by the fae.

Includes a spooky witchy forest, a witch house, a tiny graveyard, and a moonpool. Will have stargazing and a small magic market stall.

The witch’s cottage may include some Disney “ride” inspired rooms, like The Haunted Mansion and Tower of Terror.

Titlewave Bay: The main touristy beach of Paperback Island. Think shops, sunbathing, a lounge area, and maybe a pool.

Mermaid Lagoon: Pink or opal mermaid items color scheme. Maybe some flamingos. Rainbow pier?

Selkie Cove: The more natural beach. Sea turtles and selkies on the shores. white flowers. Maybe a simple artist set up. Lighthouse. Up above, on shore, is the island’s fanciest restaurant.

Treasure Point: Secret beach. Thinking of trying to use customized tiles to make a black sand beach. Either way, this beach will be pirate themed.

#acnh #island inspiration #animal crossing #ac #animal crossing new horizons #new horizons #acnh community #paperback postings #cottagecore island #fairytale island #nintendo switch #acnh inspiration

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totallyrhettro · 5 years

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Ravenvale, Chapter 14

Word Count: 3100 Rating: This chapter: PG; overall story: explicit Warnings: None Summary: On their way home from another case, Agent Seaborne and Agent Roach find themselves in the strange, fog-covered town of Ravenvale. Notes: Seaborne and Roach AU where, years after the events seen in the YouTube series, they manage to become FBI agents.

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Seaborne shielded his eyes from the blinding light as they emerged from the darkness of the library. In the light of day the nightmares didn’t seem so bad, the illusions didn’t seem so real. It had been nothing more than a trick of them mind played on them by someone as of yet unknown. The fear that had burrowed deep inside faded away as he took a deep, (albeit moist) breath. He felt as if he had just woken up from a bad dream, though this whole town felt like a dream he couldn’t wake up from. A dream that started yesterday when they walked into this odd place.

Seaborne shook his head. Yesterday. It seemed like years since he and Roach had to abandon their car and walk to this insane town. How could it have been only yesterday? He looked up at the sky, at the fog that lay, unmoved, like a thick blanket over everything. Even with the sun at high noon, the two of them could barely see farther than twenty feet in front of them. Pulling on Seaborne’s hand, Roach began walking very quickly back towards the gas station.

“Hey!” Seaborne exclaimed as he felt himself being dragged along. “Where are we going?” Not that he wanted to wait anywhere near the library, in case any of the horrors contained within came out to get them, but his mind was still reeling from what he had seen inside. He was also a bit taken aback at how his crush was still holding his hand; Roach never held his hand. Ever.

“To get our car,” Roach explained, not slowing down. He was determined to escape Ravenvale no matter what. He had seen things that he never wanted to see again, things that could only be explained as the crazed delusions of one drugged or insane. It could have been in the food that he’d eaten with glee. It could have been in the coffee that kept him going in the morning. No, Roach didn’t think it was either of those, but something more obvious: the fog itself. This fog wasn’t natural, it couldn’t be. Therefore there was something in the fog making them see things, hear things, a drug or toxin that could cause such realistic hallucinations. Obviously they couldn’t hide in the buildings; they had to get out of town. It was the only way.

“And if our car is still broken?” Seaborne posed the obvious question but Roach was unhindered, possibly unhinged after what he’d seen in the library. What the aliens truly wanted he had no idea, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know anymore. His need to keep Seaborne safe was overriding his need for the truth.

“Then we’ll take the mechanic’s truck; we’re leaving this damned town.” Seaborne couldn’t agree more, but he was still surprised by Roach’s actions. No matter what they investigated, no matter how swept up in the mysteries he got, or how scared, Roach had never broken the law before. Not like this. Grand theft auto? That would definitely be a new one for the North Carolinian duo. Their footfalls were dampened by the fog, ever-present, almost choking them as they ran. Water condensed on their skin as they made their way; dew formed on Roach’s glasses but he ignored it. The lights on the Texaco station were out, and nothing seemed lit inside. Roach finally let go of Seaborne’s hand to get a better look through the store’s window. No sign of anyone in there.

“They’re closed,” Roach concluded, wiping some dirt from the window and looking again. Seaborne was looking somewhere else, his palm resting on the front of his jacket, just above his breast pocket. The photograph. He’d almost forgotten in the chaos of the library.

“I have to show you something,” he whispered, thinking back to what he had seen on that small piece of paper. After all that he’d seen, maybe the photo wasn’t a fake. Maybe Roach had seen it too. Seaborne had to know.

“It’s too early to be closed,” Roach was muttering, trying the door. Locked. “Maybe we can get in through the garage. Come on.” With that, he grabbed Seaborne’s hand once again and together they headed around the corner to the garage entrance. Luck was finally with them for the large rolling door was indeed open. Roach let out a soft ‘yes’ as he dashed inside.

“Roach...” But Roach wasn’t listening. He came to an abrupt stop in front of the mechanic’s bay. There, in the center of the room, where their tan, rental car should be, was nothing. The car was gone.

“What the hell?” Roach demanded, rubbing the back of his head in frustration. Were the people in charge of this conspiracy so eager to torment them that they’d trap them in this town? Glancing around, Roach didn’t see the mechanic’s truck parked anywhere either. Wherever Doug and Darrel were now, they must have taken the cars with them.

“Where’s the car?” Seaborne wondered, his wish to share the photograph to Roach momentarily replaced by a fear that they may never leave this awful place.

“It’s not real.” An assertion said to himself as much as for his partner. After what he’d seen, how could be sure what was real? “It’s gotta be here somewhere.”

“They must have moved it.” Trying to settle back into the voice of reason, Seaborne spoke softly to calm his friend, if not reassure him that they had escaped the world of nightmares and were back in reality. He had to believe it, if only for his own sanity. “It didn’t just up and disappear.”

“To where, though?” That was the question. It could be anywhere in this town and they had no idea how big Ravenvale even was, having only seen a small part of it thanks to the fog. It wouldn’t be that hard to hide one or two cars. “Okay,” he mused, walking over to a nearby table. Doug and Darrel must have used this table while they worked on cars; it was covered in tools and random rags, among other things. In one fluid motion, Roach used his long arm to sweep across the table, knocking everything onto the floor with a loud crash. Seaborne flinched at the noise.

“Roach?” he asked, moving to stand across from his friend. The line from where the fake Seaborne had cut across his face was still there, thin and red. Seaborne had said nothing about it earlier, but it concerned him all the same. What had happened to this man while the two of them were separated? Roach looked a bit wild but there was also concentration on his face, a look of determination and focus.

“What do we know,” he stated, leaning over and placing his hands on the table. This was the pose he always used when he was interrogating someone, or when he was about to go over the details of a case. Seaborne knew it well. He knew how to play along with this.

“Are car broke down.” Fact one. A fact they could be sure of.

“We headed into town,” Roach added, remembering. “We went to the motel.”

“Mrs. Marble was there,” Seaborne continued, laying out the facts with his partner. “She told us about the festival.”

“But there was no festival,” Roach noted.

“Because of the fog.” At that, Roach raised his head to look into his partner’s eyes.

“They said it was the fog,” he corrected. It was true; there had been no sign that the town had been getting ready for any event, festival or otherwise. Why would they lie about that?”

“You’re saying there is no festival?” Seaborne guessed. Roach shook his head.

“I’m saying that this-” he flicked a hand, gesturing all around them- “This is the festival.”

“A prank?” Seemed odd that anyone would go to so much trouble to prank two FBI agents this way, but the other explanations were few and far between.

“We’re still missing something,” Roach grumbled, looking back at the table. He didn’t see the table, of course. He saw events, moments, people and places, all lined out in an elaborate tapestry in his head, coalescing and entangling in a conspiracy that he had yet to understand. “What happened next?”

“Doug took me to check on the car.” A strange trip to be sure. “He was terrified of the fog.” Roach nodded at that.

“Something in the fog,” he seemed to write down in his head. “A drug? Hallucinogen?”

“He seemed more afraid of leaving the borders of the town,” Seaborne added.

“Maybe it’s denser out there.” Impossible to be sure. “What’s next?”

“You saw the fairy.” Now Seaborne had to say this without judgment, but there was a lilt in his voice he couldn't hide. Luckily, Roach didn’t notice.

“Dancing in the fog,” he remembered. “Real or not real?”

“Fairies aren’t real,” Seaborne stressed. “I’m going to say ‘not real’.” Roach flinched. He had seen it, he had believed it, but now he had to question his own eyes.

“Fine. Next.”

“You went to talk to the librarian,” Seaborne recalled. “I went to take a nap.” ‘Had that dream…’

“Anything happen while I was gone?” Roach pressed, looking up again. Seaborne hesitated and his partner didn’t like it. “Seaborne?”

“I had a weird dream,” he admitted, hoping Roach wouldn’t ask more. Of course, he did.

“About what?” At the sound of the question, Seaborne’s eyes unconsciously looked at Rhett’s hands. He looked back up at Rhett’s face quickly, but Roach had already noticed. “Well?”

“Uh, hands,” he murmured, embarrassed. “Just hands.” Roach looked down at his hands. Seaborne had been looking at them, but why?

“My hands?” he guessed. Seaborne really hoped he wasn’t blushing just now.

“N-no,” he lied. “Just hands. It was a stupid dream, just drop it.” Roach stared at him for a few seconds, trying to figure something out, before finally looking back at the table.

“Okay, fine,” he relented. “Dream. Next.”

“We went to the library. The first time,” Seaborne clarified. “It was a normal library.”

“No,” Roach corrected. “Not normal. The books. Only the ones we’ve read had text.”

“Impossible. No one could know what books we have and haven’t read.” Right? “Had to be part of a hallucination.”

“A shared hallucination?” Roach questioned.

“A shared belief,” Seaborne appealed. “Like when you and your friends get high and you all start seeing the same weird shit.” Who knew those wasted evening in college would be good for something? “Hallucinogens combined with the power of suggestion. You said something, my brain believed it and made it real.”

“Possible,” Roach agreed. He paused. “It could also be-”

“Not aliens, Roach!” Seaborne barked. “Stay grounded here.” Roach fumed for a second, then moved on.

“Next,” he grunted. Seaborne though about what happened next, what important events they had to yet rehash, but then he paused. That’s the night they slept in the same bed, and Roach had that dream. Spoke Seaborne's name. He didn’t want to talk about it, neither of them did, but holding back information wasn’t allowed. That’s not how this game was played.

“We went to bed,” he began, speaking quickly and hoping they could get through this part as fast as possible. “I… freaked out. Came over to stay with you. W-we slept-”

“Right, right,” Roach nodded, remembering the night clearly. “Not important. Move on.”

“Wait.” His partner waved a hand, motioning to go back. “Hang on. Your dream-”

“I don’t want to talk about it, man…”

“Just tell me, was it super… intense? Like, hyper-realistic?” At this, Roach looked up into his friend’s eyes, squinting slightly. “Was it the most real dream you’ve ever had?”

‘So real,’ Roach thought, thinking back. ‘But not real enough.’ To Seaborne he said “Yeah. It… it felt very real.” ‘And amazing, and intoxicating… and-’

“Mine, too.” Seaborne looked down at the table, his eyes scanning as if he could see the tapestry of conspiracy that Roach had laid out with his mind, too. “So far we’ve seen two places that have had huge effects on our minds. The library- which I never want to set foot in again, and-”

“The motel,” Roach concluded, turning to look out the window at the motel’s neon sign glowing through the dense mist. “There’s a clue there, I know it.” Seaborne couldn’t argue, he had no idea if Roach was right or not. Nothing in this town had made sense since the morning they arrived, but it was as good a place to start as any. Still...

“Wait, before we go. I need to show you something,” he pressed, palming his pocket again.

“Not now, Seaborne,” Roach replied, leading the way back to the motel that seemed to be the beginning of all this. “We finally have a lead.” He wasn’t holding his partner’s hand this time and Seaborne thought about just taking it, but the moment had passed. He missed the warmth of Roach’s hand and the comfort that it had brought, but he had to remember that he was an FBI agent and he was trained to deal with situations like this.

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The motel’s neon sign was still glowing through the mist, its ominous red glow humming as they approached the front door. Inside was the familiar, under-furnished lobby with its one fake plant and the clock without hands. There was no sign of Mrs. Marble. The door to her office was open and Roach made a beeline for it. Seaborne meanwhile searched the counter in the lobby. Everything looked the same- No, wait. The key cabinet was empty. All the keys were gone, every last one. Seaborne was taking a closer look when he partner returned.

“Nothing there,” he was muttering. “Anything out here?” Seaborne motioned towards the cabinet.

“The keys are gone,” he pointed out. Roach looked where Seaborne was pointing.

“I haven’t seen any other guests,” he noted. “Have you?”

“I haven’t seen five people since he got here,” Seaborne grumbled, turning away. “We should check upstairs,” he suggested. “I still want to check your room, see if you left your gun somewhere.” Roach made a face, but followed right behind.

“I didn’t leave it anywhere,” he insisted. “Someone took it.” Seaborne let it drop as he headed up the stairs to the second floor. He paused at the landing. The long hallway, with hanging lights and ugly carpet, was flanked by a series of doors. That alone wasn’t unusual, but where the doors had all been closed the last time he passed through here, this time they were all just slightly open. As Roach came up behind him he stopped short as well, his mouth falling open. “Oh,” he uttered.

“Odd, right?” Seaborne agreed, his eyes not leaving the hallway, but Roach couldn’t find any words to answer. Even though the hall was clearly lit, it bore an unsettling resemblance to the one he saw in the library. His heart beat a little bit faster at the memory. “You okay?”

“Let’s not stay here long,” Roach managed, taking the lead. Staying calm, he fumbled for his lighter and held it at the ready. Had this been a week ago, Seaborne would have question his partner’s need to use a lighter in a perfectly lit room, but he understood the reason now. They had escaped the library, but he didn’t trust this motel to be a safe haven from nightmares. He could only hope.

They passed by the small alcove that had once held two vending machines. It was only a few doors away from the rooms they had stayed in last night. Glancing it they saw the alcove was empty, devoid of both pop and candy machines that had been there a few hours ago. Seaborne and Roach exchanged glances; Seaborne raising an eyebrow and Roach nodding in agreement. Like the library, things had changed in this motel, though the changes were definitely more subtle. They continued on, both too scared to open any of the doors enough to see past them. When they reached their own rooms, they paused, sidling up against the wall on either side of Roach’s door. It was slightly ajar, just like the other doors. With a nod from Roach, Seaborne gently pushed open the door. When nothing immediately jumped out at them, they both leaned over to look inside. It was empty.

Not empty, as in there wasn’t a single person inside, but empty, as in it was devoid of people, furniture, and everything else but a window. The bed, the nightstands, the desk and chair, all gone. It was an empty room lit by a single overhead light and a large, sash window with no curtains.

“Well. Your gun ain’t here.” Seaborne joked. Roach didn’t laugh.

“What is going on here?” was all he could say. He spun around with his arms out, as if the missing furniture was somehow invisible and not just… gone. Meanwhile, Seaborne sighed and looked out the window at the foggy town below. After a moment he reached into his breast pocket, but the photo from the library wasn't in there. His shoulder's slumped. Of course it was gone. Everything in that awful place had been an illusion. Why would the photograph be any different? From here he could see a few houses nearby, all cookie-cutter copies of one another in various shades of pastel colors. They had matching driveways, all empty, but without x-ray vision it was impossible to see inside their garages. Seaborne wondered if their missing car could be inside one of those.

As he tried to peer in the houses through the dense fog, he couldn’t see anything quite clearly. What he did see, in the bay window of the nearest house, was a large, dark shape. It wasn’t human, it was much too large, far too wide. Honestly, Seaborne couldn’t tell what it was. It wasn’t moving, so there was every possibility that it wasn’t even alive, but something about it terrified him to the core. The way it’s dark shape pierced the grey fog, it just felt… wrong. Turning to call over Roach, Seaborne’s eyes left the shape for only a moment, but when he looked again, it was gone. A shiver ran up his spine.

“What is it?” Roach asked, coming over. Seaborne couldn't pull his gaze from the spot where the shape had been. Though he hated to say it, he knew where the should go next.

“I think we should investigate the houses.”

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totallyrhettro · 5 years

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Ravenvale, Chapter 1

Word Count: 3103 Rating: This chapter: G; overall story: explicit Warnings: None at this time Summary: On their way home from another case, Agent Seaborne and Agent Roach find themselves in the strange, fog-covered town of Ravenvale. Notes: Seaborne and Roach AU where, years after the events seen in the YouTube series, they manage to become FBI agents.

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It was some time after midnight when Seaborne starting hearing the light snoring. A glance to the right confirmed his colleague, Roach, was sound asleep in the passenger seat. Seaborne didn't blamed him; it had been a long day for both of them. After driving for six hours to Tucson, Arizona for a supposed alien-sighting, it turned out to only be some jerk in a modified Bigfoot costume. Now they had to drive another six hours back to Vegas and then take a four hour plane ride just to get back to their home state. It was days like these that made the brunet in his mid-thirties wonder why he became an FBI agent in the first place.

He looked over at Roach again. The answer, of course, was obvious. While Seaborne was perfectly happy being a private detective, when his blond friend applied to join the federal bureau of investigations he had to apply, too.

‘Someone has to keep an eye on you,’ he rationalized. The truth was that anywhere Roach went, Seaborne would follow. It had been that way ever since they are kids. Even now, as he looked over at his 6’7” companion, he still saw that young boy with a dopey bowl cut that he had met way back in first grade. Under that chinstrap beard and ever-rising pompadour, deep down Roach hadn't changed much, not where it mattered.

It had been Roach’s idea to accept this case, just like all the paranormal cases they investigated. He was, had always been, obsessed with aliens and the supposedly inexpiable. Sometimes it was downright irritating but there was this other side to him that Seaborne found irrationally endearing. Roach saw the world in a unique way, like there was mystery and intrigue everywhere, which gave him a strangely attractive quality, and was one of the many reasons his FBI partner loved him.

Of course it was that curious spirit that now brought them to this lonely road, in the middle of nowhere, with only their headlights to light their way. Not even the moon was shining. It and the stars were completely obscured by dense clouds overhead. The desert road was so straight and the scenery so bland and unremarkable that if it weren't for the occasional mile marker, Seaborne might have sworn they weren't getting anywhere. The extreme monotony was starting to wear down his resolve to stay awake. He thought about turning on the car radio but he didn't want to disturb Roach. The tall man deserved a rest as much as anybody and wasn't going to get any on the long plane ride later.

Rubbing his eyes, Seaborne tried to keep himself from drifting off to sleep himself, but he wasn't sure if he was going to last much longer. He didn’t know exactly where they were, or how far it was to the next town. He had half a mind to pull over and sleep in the car until morning instead of waiting until they found a motel. It wouldn't be comfortable, but it was a better alternative than falling asleep at the wheel.

‘No,’ he told himself. ‘We can't be that far away from civilization. Just a bit further.’ He blinked hard and readjusted his hands on the steering wheel. He was certain that any moment now an exit sign for some town or another would appear on the horizon, leading him somewhere with a bed and indoor plumbing. He wished he could check his GPS, but both his and Roach’s cell phones had died hours ago, and neither had thought to bring a car charger on this trip.

Seaborne didn't know how much longer he drove with only his thoughts for company. Eventually he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. Sighing, he pulled over and parked the sedan a few feet off the road so that they wouldn't get rear-ended by any passing traffic. Putting back the seat of the tan rental car, he did his best to get comfortable. After one last glanced at Roach, he closed his eyes and seconds later he too was fast asleep.

Roach woke first. He stretched his neck, slightly stiff from leaning against a car door all night. Pulling his large framed glasses out from the neck of his white buttoned shirt, he put them on and looked out the window. He expected to see some unknown parking lot or, at least, a few buildings. What he did not expect was to see nothing. Nothing but white.

Seaborne, to his left, was laying back and sound asleep. His mouth was slightly ajar, sure proof of his unconsciousness. Roach gave him a gentle shake to rouse his companion awake and the brunet just moaned, groggily.

“Uh… Matthew…” he muttered. Roach made a face then shook the man harder.

“Wake up, man. You're having that dog dream again.” Finally Seaborne opened his eyes and looked up. For a moment he didn’t know where he was but he quickly recalled the events that led him to be lying down in a strange car.

“Morning,” he managed with a stretch.

“Morning. Did I miss anything last night?”

“Just a long, boring nothing.” Seaborne closed his eyes, unsure if he wanted to be fully awake just yet. “Most boring state ever.”

“I’m guessing we didn’t make it back to Vegas,” Roach noted, looking back out the window.

“Yeah, sorry. I couldn’t stay awake. You want to take over driving?”

“On what? I can’t even see the road.” Seaborne’s eyes snapped open and looked up at his friend in confusion. “I didn’t know you could get fog in the desert.” After a moment, the brunet pulled his chair back straight and got his first look at the new view. The fog was so thick, he could barely make out the street just a few feet away.

“Must be a lake nearby.” He rolled down the window of his car a few inches and stuck his hand out. A few tiny droplets collected on his fingertips. “It’s still cold from last night. I’m sure the sun will eventually evaporate this away. Until then, we can just take it slow.”

“You want to drive in this?”

“You want to walk?” Roach grimaced and thought about this for a second. He didn’t have to answer vocally. His feelings on the matter were all too obvious. “That’s what I thought,” Seaborne continued. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a hot shower.” After making sure his seat-belt was firmly in place, he brought his hand to the car keys, still in the ignition, and gave them a good turn.

Nothing happened.

Frowning, he pulled the keys out and put them back in before turning the ignition again. Still nothing. No whine, no click, nothing. The whole thing seemed dead.

“You ran outta gas,” Roach suggested.

“Impossible; I had at least half a tank left when I pulled over.” Frustrated, he turned the key again. Nothing.

“Battery must be dead. You leave the headlights on or something?”

“I don’t think I did.” Another turn, but to no avail. He thought back to the night before, trying to remember if he had left the lights on or not. He couldn’t remember.

“I guess we’re walking after all,” Roach grumbled, unhooking his seat-belt. Seaborne fell back in his chair, defeated. “How far to the next town?”

“I have no idea,” Seaborne bemoaned.

“Great. Let’s go, then.” With an angry sigh, Roach opened the glove compartment. There were two glock 22’s inside, standard issue. He passed one to his partner before taking his own and stepping out of the car. He didn't think they'd need to be armed but he didn't want to leave them in the car either. It wasn't protocol. Seaborne locked the car out of habit, noting internally how pointless it was to lock a car that wouldn't start when there weren't even any valuables inside.

Roach buttoned up his dark blue suit jacket and stuffed his hands into his pants’ pockets. For being a desert, it had gotten amazingly cold and the thick, damp air wasn’t helping. Seaborne wasn't any better off with his own brown suit, but he still wished he had a hat or something to protect his ears. The two men exchanged a quick look before they started to trudge down the road, hoping their journey to the next town would be a short one.

They walked on in silence. Seaborne was too busy chastising himself for letting the car battery die to make any sort of conversation and Roach was trying to remember what he learned in high school science class about how fog formed. Normally it required both low temperatures and high humidity but he couldn’t understand why either of those things were in the desert. It just didn’t make any sense.

The car quickly faded from view and soon they could only see the roadside and each other. It was like the rest of the world ceased to exist completely leaving an eerie stillness that permeated the air almost as much as the fog itself. Seaborne lost track of time just watching himself place one foot in front of the other, over and over. Roach did much the same, occasionally bring a finger up to wipe the water droplets that collected on his large-rimmed glasses.

Despite Seaborne’s hope that the heat of the sun, somewhere in the sky beyond his sight, would cause the thick vapor to dissipate, the haze remained unchanged as they walked along. They continued to venture forward into the unknown until, finally, a strange light began to emerge in the distance. Seaborne nudged his companion who pulled his gaze from his feet to look where his partner was pointing. It was a sickly, red color, but they couldn’t quite make out it’s source. Without a word both men increased their pace to investigate.

Slowly the origin of the light came into view. A sign, about forty feet up, was adorned with tall letters blazing out two words in red neon: ‘Motel’ and ‘Vacancy’. Seaborne let out a deep breath of relief. He didn’t know what town they were entering or if this was just a truck stop motel. He didn’t care. All he wanted was a hot shower, a simple breakfast, and the use of an indoor toilet. He was certain he would be able to find at least one of those and he was more than looking forward to it.

“About time,” Roach murmured, wiping his glasses again. “I hope there’s a gas station nearby.” He strained his eyes to see through the fog but besides the sign, he could still see nothing. It wasn’t until a short walk later that the motel building came into view. The two-story structure was painted an ugly, faded pink and was shaped like a square U. The parking lot, situated in the center, didn't seem to have any cars parked in it, but the fog was just as thick here as anywhere. There could have been a semi truck in the lot and the two men wouldn't have seen it.

“They should at least have a phone so we can call a tow.” Seaborne checked his wristwatch. He mostly wore it as a fashion piece, but with his cellphone dead he was glad to have it. “If we’re lucky, we still might make it back in time for our flight.”

“They probably only have a pay phone,” Roach commented. “This place looks like it was built in the seventies. You got any change?”

“No, but they've got to have an office phone we can use.” ‘I hope,’ he added to himself. The building did look a bit run down, but if the sign was on that meant it was still in business and any motel still in business surely had a reliable telephone.

As they opened the front door to the lobby, a tiny room with a short counter and a potted plant, they expected to see someone, anyone, around. A small, metal bell rang out as the door opened and closed, but no one came to see the two men arriving. Seaborne stepped up to the counter while Roach looked around, straightening his red and grey striped tie.

“Hello?” Seaborne called out. Another door, behind the counter, was closed and marked with a small plaque. ‘Employees Only’ it read. Beside the door were rows of numbered cubbies, obviously for housing keys to the various rooms. There was a clock on the wall, but all the hands were missing. Neither man saw any sign of a telephone either.

“Check it out, Seaborne.” Roach motioned towards the potted plant, grabbing and rubbing one of the giant leaves. “It's fake.”

“Guess they're not big on watering,” Seaborne replied, not really listening. He turned back towards the closed door. “Hey! Is anyone there? We could use some assistance, please!”

“They should get a cactus then,” Roach continued. “I mean, we are in a desert, and you don't have to water them much.” Ignoring his companion’s vocalization of internal dialogue, Seaborne stepped around the corner to knock on the door behind the counter.

Just as he brought up his hand to knock, the door swung open and a very short, old woman was on the other side. Her grey hair was poofed up like cauliflower, and she wore a floral blouse with an almost matching pleated skirt. On her face sat a large pair of pink-framed glasses that made her grey eyes seem twice normal size. Barely coming up to Seaborne’s chest, she seemed to be the essence of sweet, little old lady.

“Oh! Hello, dearie! I didn't know we had customers.” She gave the brown-haired agent a sweet smile. “You staying in town for awhile? We have lots of rooms!” She walked easily under Seaborne’s still outstretched arm and looked over the row of cubbies.

“Uh, no… Ma’am, we…” Seaborne cleared his throat, collecting himself before continuing. “Our car broke down and we could use-”

“I've got some nice, east-facing rooms,” the woman continued, as if she had not heard him speak. “You can see the sun rise in the morning. Don't you love that? Oh I do love the sunrise.”

“Ma’am?” Seaborne asked again. The woman finally looked up, confused for a moment.

“Hmm? Oh! No customers behind the counter! No no no, not allowed.” Gently she grabbed his elbow and guided him back around the counter. “There you are. Rules are rules, dearie. Now. Do you gentlemen want two rooms? One? I can give you-”

“No!” he interrupted, a bit louder than he intended. The old woman stopped immediately, but just looked up at him, expectantly, waiting for him to continue. “Uh, I'm Agent Seaborne and this is my partner, Agent Roach.” Roach smiled and offered a small wave. “Our car broke down. Do you have a phone we could use?”

“Agent? Oh my, are you spies?” The woman smiled, a slight tone of titillation in her voice. “How exciting.” Before Seaborne could correct her, Roach spoke up.

“That’s right, ma’am. We’re on a secret mission but we could use your help.” Seaborne gave him a confused look but he ignored it and the woman didn't notice.

“Oh, well I'd love to help you if I can. I'm Miss Marble.” She offered her hand and Roach stepped forward to shake it. “How can I help you boys?”

“Well, Miss Marble, our car broke down. We could use a tow. Do you have a phone we could borrow?”

“Oh, our phone hasn't worked in years, I'm afraid. But there's a gas station just up the road.” She pointed for emphasis. “Doug and his brother Darrell should be able to get you two fixed up in no time. Nice boys. Known them since they were in diapers, you know.”

“Thank you very much, Ma’am,” Seaborne cut in, as kindly as possible. “I guess we'll go to talk to them then.”

“You sure you two don't want a room? The festival’s tomorrow and they fill up fast.”

“No thank you. We have a flight to catch and we won't be-”

“What festival?” Roach interrupted.

“Oh it'll be a lovely time, you'll see. Everyone in town will be there.”

“What town are we in, exactly?” Seaborne asked, suddenly realizing that he hadn't before.

“You're in Ravenvale, dear. We're not a big town but we've got big hearts. Oh you must stay for the festival tomorrow, especially if you've never been. I promise you've never seen anything like it.”

“We'll see,” Seaborne said before Roach could promise anything. “We do have a, uh, important case were on. Right, Roach?”

“Very important.” Roach gave Miss Marble a sly wink. “Very top secret.” The woman blushed and gave a little giggle.

“Well, you boys stay out of trouble then. Be careful out there in the fog. It's awfully thick out there today.” Roach opened the door and held it open for Seaborne who moved to leave but then paused for a moment.

“Is there often fog around here?”

“Oh always around this time of year. I'm sure it will clear up soon.” Not quite satisfied, Seaborne smiled and nodded goodbye before ducking out, quickly followed by Roach. As they headed along the road once more, Roach shook his head.

“She’s hiding something,” he stated, matter-of-factly.

“What?”

“I don't know what, but she’s up to something. I can tell.”

“She looks almost seventy. What’s she going to be up to? Running a drug cartel?”

“No, of course not, but she is hiding something.” It was useless for Seaborne tell his partner he was being paranoid. It would be like telling a sloth it's being lazy. Trying to think about something else, he changed the subject.

“You ever hear of Ravenvale?”

“Nope,” Roach replied, pushing up his glasses. “But I didn't memorize all the towns in the United States before I left town yesterday.”

“I guess.”

“What're you thinking?”

“I don't know. It's probably nothing. I just want to get back home. I'm sick of this fog. The whole damn state to be honest. This whole trip has been a big waste of time.”

“I still say that farmer in Tucson was working for the government.” Seaborne gave his friend an incredulous look.

“We work for the government,” he reminded him.

“You're so naive, man. You think just because we’re FBI now, that the government tells us everything they're up to? Wake up, man.” Seaborne sighed. The argument was old and tired. Shaking his head, he let it go. There were just some things that never changed.

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Seaborne and Roach update:

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Ravenvale, Chapter 6

Word Count: 2265 Rating: This chapter: general; overall story: explicit Warnings: None Summary: On their way home from another case, Agent Seaborne and Agent Roach find themselves in the strange, fog-covered town of Ravenvale. Notes: Seaborne and Roach AU where, years after the events seen in the YouTube series, they manage to become FBI agents.

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Roach was a bit dumbfounded at the news the librarian had just given him, to say the least. Not quite shocked, but more than a little confused as to why anyone would lie about having an uncle. Then again, this gentleman was behaving rather strangely. Maybe he was mistaken; perhaps he wasn’t all there, in a manner of speaking. After a second or two the stranger seemed to forget his own surprise and went back to looking over the FBI agent before him. Roach cleared his throat.

“Anyway, I was told that you knew something about, uh…. little people? In the fog?” Instead of answering, ‘uncle’ began investigating Roach’s suit, feeling the fabric and turning over what he could to get a better look. “Mr…?”

“Deneir,” the stranger filled in, not looking up from Roach’s seemingly interesting tie. He turned over a lapel, revealing the inner pocket, and before Roach could stop him, pulled out a wallet.

“Hey!” Roach tried to grab it back but Mr. Deneir was quick, stepping out of reach before opening up the wallet and looking inside. Roach’s badge was unmistakable and Mr. Denier's eyes widened at the sight.

“FBI?” he asked, actually looking at Roach this time. Roach nodded, stepping closer in the hopes that Mr. Deneir would now give back the wallet. “You’re investigating Ravenvale?”

“Uh, yes,” Roach lied. His hopes that now this strange man would finally answers some questions raised slightly. “My partner and I just arrived today. What can you tell me about what’s going on?” Deneir’s eyes shone with excitement and a grin appeared on his face as he placed the walled on the counter, ignoring Roach’s outstretched hand. He scurried back into the next room, leaving the FBI agent rather confused. Snatching up his wallet and tucking it away, Roach rushed to catch up.

The library was decently sized, with rows and rows of bookcases filling most of the main floor. A mezzanine level overlooked the open space with shorter shelves, tables and computers set up as well. The entire place was certainly set up to be a library, but as Roach stepped into the room he noticed that something was amiss. Dozens if not hundreds of books lie scattered across the floor, littering between the shelves and isles with no rhyme or reason for how they’d been toss about. Deneir moved about them, quickly but delicately, looking for something in particular. Finally he grabbed up the only open book and made his way back to the rather dumbfounded agent.

“I’ve been doing research-” he began with a strong tone of detachedness. Roach couldn’t hold back a soft chuckle.

“I can see that.” He did his best to avoid the piles and piles of books in order to reach over and take the offered one. The page was opened to two pages lined with very small text and an artistic rendering of a very familiar figure. “The tiny woman,” he whispered. It was obviously hand-drawn, and there was zero sense of scale, but the form was unmistakable. Deneir nodded enthusiastically, tapping the image a few times for emphasis.

“They live in the mist,” he explained. “You’ve seen them?” Roach nodded, not looking away from the drawing for a moment. “Everyone says I’m crazy, but I know… I know the truth. I’ve seen them, too.” His curiosity peaked, Roach couldn’t help but smile himself. He hoped that finally, at long last, he’d found something real. Something that couldn’t be explained by science or reason. Something… alien.

“What are they?” His hopes hadn’t been this high since the Navy reported unusual sightings off the coast of Florida back in 2015. Those hopes were a bit lowered when Deneir answered his question.

“Leirans,” he stated. “Fey, fairies, sprites,” he continued. Each word make Roach’s hope fade further. Fey? Fairies? As in, mythical creatures?

“So…” he began, still clinging to the last shred of hope in his heart. “N-not aliens?” Deneir shook his head vigorously before answering.

“Nope.” Roach’s face fell. “Leirans. Much worse.” Deneir stepped away, bending down to sift through his massive pile of books, obviously looking for something else. “They worship the Lady of the Mist.” He looked up, briefly, to add: “Get it?”

“Right,” Roach agreed, absentmindedly. He looked back to the drawing, trying to decide if this was indeed what he had seen in the fog. “Mist.” He had so hoped he had finally discovered proof of aliens. Still, it wasn’t a total loss. Fairies weren’t aliens, but they weren’t human either. They weren’t Bigfoot, or the Chupacabra, but they were mythical. Roach wanted to- needed to know more. “What do they want?”

Deneir didn’t seem to hear him as he scoured the massive inventory before him, trying to find some elusive book, so Roach repeated the question louder. Eventually Deneir looked up, his eyes slightly glazed over as he took in the sight of the tall man who was speaking to him.

“The book- the book!” he exclaimed. “Just read the book. I’m reading.” He was, in fact, not reading but still looking for whatever book he probably wanted to read, but Roach took his advice anyway.

“Fairy, also known as Fey, Fairfolk or sprites,” he read aloud. “Are mythical beings from Europeon folklore. They are a form of spirit, often described as metaphysical, supernatural, or preternatural.” He paused, thinking about this. “Preternatural… like demons? Witches?” Deneir, of course, didn’t answer. Roach read on. “While their true form is unknown, they often appear as humanoid, small in stature, with magical powers, and a penchant for trickery.”

“Tricksters!” Deneir suddenly shouted from across the room. Roach looked up, expecting more, but Deneir wasn’t even looking up.

“A common feature of the fairies is the use of magic to disguise appearance,” the passage continued. “Fairy gold is notoriously unreliable, appearing as gold when paid but soon thereafter revealing itself to be leaves, gorse blossoms, gingerbread cakes, or a variety of other comparatively worthless things.”

“Fake gold, fake treasures, fake, fake, fake…” By now Roach had learned to ignore Deneir’s random bouts of input and moved on to the next paragraph.

“While they rarely interact with humans, more playful fey have been known to play tricks on people.” So far Roach didn’t see any proof that the woman he’d seen was playing a trick. Unless… “Do you think fairies are causing the fog?” At last Deneir paused a few moments before looking up, realization crossing his face.

“Yes!” he shouted, making Roach jump from the volume. Deneir pointed at him, his eyes wide and crazy. “Yes, that’s it!” Bending down he snatched up what had to be the first book he saw, opened it up to a random page and began to read. “Lady of the Mists, The Guardian of Liars, Maiden of the Mist…”

“A fairy queen?” Roach guessed, trying to carefully walk around the books to get to him.

“Leira!” Even though Roach was almost standing next to him, Denier’s shout was no more quiet than before. “Mother of Illusionists, The Mistshadow.” Finally, Roach reached him, but just as he was about to look at the book the man was holding, Deneir snap it shut and tossed it behind him in one fluid motion. “Not a queen,” he answered. “But she’s dead. She’s dead?” He repeated the words as if he had confused himself. “She’s dead, she died…” He continued to ramble as he went back to searching and Roach found that’d he’d had enough. Maybe he could come back when Deneir was more calm, or when Seaborne could come with him. Until then, he wanted to show Seaborne this book and tell him what he had seen.

Until then, he had a book to read.

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Seaborne was alone at the diner, staring into a cup of fresh coffee, decaf this time, when his partner came in looking for him. He was deep in thought, thinking about the dream he’d just had, trying to decide if he wanted to have it again, and didn’t hear when Roach started speaking.

“You awake, Seaborne?” the taller man was asking.

“Hmm? Oh, I’m sorry.” Seaborne took a deep breath and stretched his back. “Guess I’m still a little groggy from my nap.”

“That good, huh?” Roach mused casually as he looked for the waitress. Seaborne hid a smile behind a sip of his coffee and gave a non-committal ‘Mmm’ noise. Not really interested in the answer, Roach moved on to something much more important than hearing about how his partner’s nap went. After ordering his own beverage, Roach placed the book that Deneir had given him, on the center of the table.

“What’s this?” Instead of answering Seaborne’s question, Roach opened to the bookmarked page showing the entry he’d read earlier. Seaborne read the headline out loud. “Fairy. Not your usual research.”

“Deneir- uh... the, um, librarian, gave it to me.” He pointed at the image that dominated the page. “This is the woman I saw. The uh, thing, I saw in the fog.”

“I see. Still convinced you saw a fairy?” Seaborne asked, trying to understand what Roach was telling him.

“No, I did see it.” Roach paused, concerned that he wasn’t explaining himself correctly. “I mean, I saw this. This is what I saw dancing in the fog.” He tapped the book for emphasis. With a sigh, Seaborne set his coffee aside and slide the book closer to him. He turned it around to read the text. Roach watched as his friend’s eyes scanned over the pages, reading the text that he himself had read not long ago.

“Fairy tricksters are often drawn to the unconscious desires of humans,” he read aloud. “What does that mean?”

“I’m not sure,” Roach admitted. “But this is definitely what I saw. Deneir also called them Leirans. I think they might have something to do with the fog-” Seaborne interrupted his partner’s thought by pushing the book back towards him.

“Are all the entries in that book this bizarre?” he asked with a grin. Roach glanced around before learning forward and shoving the book right back.

“That’s just it,” he whispered. “It’s the only entry in the book.” As he said this, he turned the page of the book revealing a completely blank page. Over and over he turned pages, each one just as blank, and Seaborne finally took notice. That was odd indeed, to say the least.

“Weird book,” he commented, taking it in his hands now to check the rest of the pages. It didn’t take long to find out that Roach was right: there was just the one entry. Except for the two pages on fairies, the entire book was blank. “You said the librarian gave you this?”

“Yeah… he was a bit odd, to be honest.” Sitting up straight he sent his partner a look to be quiet as the waitress came over with another coffee. Roach thanked her briefly, waiting until she left again before continuing. “He said he didn’t have a niece,” he stated firmly, raising his eyebrows as if he made a very important addition. Seaborne just looked at him, confused, before shaking his head.

“Well,” he sighed. “That is weird.” Sipping his coffee, Seaborne sat back in his chair and stared out the window at the damned fog that was still thick as ever. Roach waiting for his partner to say more but it quickly became obvious that Seaborne was done talking.

“I think we should inves-”

“Uh, uh.” Seaborne nearly spit out his coffee as he turned down Roach’s idea before he could even finish the thought. “No way. You’re not pulling me into another wild goose chase before I’ve had a break from the last one.”

“But you just said it yourself; it’s weird.” Giving his partner his bet puppy-dog eyes, Roach hoped it would work as it had many times before. This time however, Seaborne was far too sick of this town to fall for anything of the sort.

“Yes,” he admitted. “It’s weird. The people are weird, the town is weird, lots of things are weird BUT! I. Don’t. Care. I want to go home. I want to sleep in my own bed, use my own shower, and eat my cereal in my own house. After that you can tell me everything you think you’ve figured out about this horrible town to your heart’s content. Until then, I just want to go home. Okay?” Thoroughly downtrodden, Roach didn’t argue but slumped in his chair, defeated. He didn’t answer; he didn’t have to. Seaborne had won and that was that.

The two of them sat in silence as Seaborne finished his drink. Roach looked out the window at the fog, the small hope that the fairy lady might reappear, heavy on his heart. He placed his large hands flat on the table, slowly rubbing the tips of his thumbs together, mindlessly. Seaborne couldn’t help but stare at those hands… wondering…

“What is it?” Roach asked, upon catching Seaborne staring. Immediately the shorter man looked somewhere else.

“Nothing,” he lied. After a few more seconds of quiet, Roach couldn’t take it any longer. He grabbed up the book and got to his feet. “What are you going?”

“You may not want to investigate,” he explained. “But I do.” He was halfway to the door before Seaborne could respond.

“What’s the point?” he explained. “We’re leaving tomorrow.” Roach didn’t listen. “What about supper?” Seaborne added, yelling this time, but his partner was already gone. Grumbling to himself, he waved down the waitress. Maybe some food would cheer him up.

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Ravenvale, Chapter 10

Word Count: 2561 Rating: This chapter: PG; overall story: explicit Warnings: none Summary: On their way home from another case, Agent Seaborne and Agent Roach find themselves in the strange, fog-covered town of Ravenvale. Notes: Seaborne and Roach AU where, years after the events seen in the YouTube series, they manage to become FBI agents.

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The next morning, long after the sun had risen over the horizon, Roach finally opened his eyes and was relieved to find out that his location hadn’t changed. Somewhat relieved. He lay there for a few minutes just bringing himself to full consciousness, remembering the events of the day before, of last night and the repercussions he feared would come from his actions. He didn’t want to face the day, but lying here did nothing to solve his problems either. Eventually, he pulled himself from the mattress and sat up. At first he tried not to make a sound, not wanting to wake his friend from his own sleep, but a quick glance around the small room proved that he was alone.

Seaborne was always the earlier riser, but now he had even more reasons than usual to be up and out of that room before his partner. While his own room still spooked him quite a bit, he didn’t hesitate to get back there after he woke up, eager to be dressed and downstairs before he and Roach could exchange any awkward morning greetings. He knew that he’d feel far more ready to converse once they were both dressed. After showering quickly, getting dressed and ready for the day, he checked his phone for a charge. At the sight of the dead phone he almost threw it across the room. The phone wasn’t nearly old enough to be broken from age, but the wall socket didn’t seem damaged either.

“I hate this place,” Seaborne mumbled, stuffing the phone and charger into his pockets. If he couldn’t charge it, there was no reason to leave it in the room. He hoped he’d never have to be in this space again, that the rental car would be fixed today and that he and Roach could leave some time very soon. Long before his partner left his room across the hall, Seaborne headed downstairs to check on the situation. His heart, which was already on shaky ground from last night, fell straight into his stomach as he looked out of the motel’s front windows. The fog, which had permeated the town all of yesterday, had not dissipated one bit. It was still as prevalent as ever.

“It’s awfully thick out there today,” came an unexpected voice. It was Miss Marble. She was polishing keys before putting them on their numbered hooks on the wall behind the counter. “Be careful out there.”

“Still foggy, huh?” Seaborne replied with a sigh. He was trying to remember if there were fog lights on the rental car and not really paying attention to what Miss Marble was saying. “Guess the festival’s gonna be canceled, huh?”

“Oh that’s not ‘til tomorrow, hun,” Miss Marble noted, not sounding worried in the slightest. “I hope you and your friend will stay; it’s going to be a lovely festival.” The words rolled over Seaborne like water off of a duck as the agent’s mind continued to wander. He finally smiled politely at the woman before taking a deep breath and heading outside. His partner wouldn’t be awake for quite some time yet and he really needed breakfast and a cup of coffee.

Once outside the familiar chill of the mist clung to his skin and clothing, as if it were trying to hold him back from even crossing the street. Determined and rather impatient, Seaborne was undaunted as he headed towards the restaurant. The sun had to be somewhere in the distance but, much like the day before, the fog barely let it through. The lack of clear sky did little to raise his spirits, nor did they distract him from his troubling inner thoughts. Last night seemed so far away and yet Seaborne needed only to close his eyes to picture his best friend’s face right in front of him, eyes wide, lips so tempting. What Roach had been dreaming of was painfully obvious but while he had confirmed the dream was about Gina, Seaborne wasn’t so certain. He couldn’t be positive about what he’d heard the man whisper in his sleep, nor could he know exactly had been going on in that dream, but the more he thought about it the more he recalled his own name on Roach’s lips.

‘Of course he was dreaming about Gina,’ Seaborne mused, chastising his own hopes. Any other theory made no sense, in his mind. There was no way Roach had actually been dreaming about Seaborne, or else he would have said something when he woke. He would have made a joke, or a quip. It’s not as if he was actually dreaming about he and Seaborne… right? Forcing a chuckle, Seaborne shook his head and turned his mind away from the events of last night. He wanted to forget them, he wanted Roach to forget them. He wanted so dearly for the whole night to be forgotten so that he and Roach could get back to their normal lives as if nothing had changed.

Yet he couldn’t get the expression that had been on Roach’s face upon waking out of his mind. It had been dark but the details were there; sweat beaded on his forehead, his eyes dilated and hungry. That night could have gone very differently had Seaborne been the target of Roach's desires, but no, that would never happen. Seaborne wasn’t his type. After all these years there had been no indication, why would things change now? As Seaborne approached the restaurant, he let his fantasies fall to the wayside as he had done so many times in the past. He could save those thoughts for another time.

It wasn’t until Seaborne had downed two cups of coffee and a stack of pancakes that his partner finally arrived for his own breakfast. Roach cleared his throat before sitting down across from him and nodding to the waitress that he was ready to order.

“We have a problem.” The words sent a tingle up Seaborne’s spine. Roach wanted to talk about it? Nervous, Seaborne took a long, slow, sip of his coffee, trying to stall from this moment as much as possible. Roach looked nervous as well, looking about the diner with very suspicious eyes. At last Seaborne could stall no longer, setting down his coffee and taking a deep breath.

“Look,” he began, looking down at his empty coffee cup, unable to make eye contact. “Whatever you said last night in your sleep, I didn’t-”

“My gun is missing.” Seaborne stopped short mid-sentence, unsure if he’d heard his partner correctly. It couldn’t be true; if it was… the implications were frightening.

“Are you shouldn’t you haven’t just…?”

“Misplaced it?” Roach guessed, sending Seaborne a look. “I’m not that careless. I put it in my nightstand yesterday. This morning it was just… gone.” Seaborne’s fears took an abrupt turn from personal to something far more serious.

“Could a maid have taken it last night-” His voice choked ever so slightly as he was reminded of the previous night’s events. He pushed through, making a smooth recovery. There were more important matters at hand. “-while we were… asleep?” If Roach was having any emotional reaction to the mention of the night before, as Seaborne was, he didn’t show it.

“I dunno, maybe.” He seriously doubted it, though. Frustrated and feeling rather guilty, Roach leaned back and ruffled his hair. “You still have yours, right?”

“Yeah, right here,” Seaborne confirmed, opening his jacket slightly to show off the holster and gun inside. “What’s done is done,” he offered, not really in the mood to chastise his companion this morning. “I’ll look into it. Have something to eat,” he added, as the waitress came over. “I’ll meet you at the gas station. I want to check in with the twins anyway.”

“I thought you said they weren’t twins,” Roach replied, managing a weak smile.

“Whatever,” his partner mumbled with his own tiny smile.

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Heading back into the motel lobby Seaborne had to ring the bell on the counter a few times before Miss Marble would come out of the office. She smiled pleasantly, looking a bit blank, and asked if Seaborne needed anything.

“Has any of the staff been in our rooms since we checked in yesterday?” he asked, trying to be professional and not accusatory. Miss Marble tilted her head as if she didn’t understand the question.

“Were your rooms unsatisfactory?” she wondered, concerned.

“No, nothing like that,” Seaborne lied, leaving his opinions about his room’s decor to himself. “But my partner misplaced… something. Was wondering if, maybe, when the maid’s cleaned the rooms they… found it?” Tactful, diplomatic; he usually saved yelling for the truly inept.

“Did you need your room cleaned?” Miss Marble guessed, making Seaborne wonder if she had all over her marbles. Smiling politely, he switched tactics.

“Do you have a lost and found, perhaps?” he suggested. Miss Marble looked up at him. Her eyes, made to look bigger behind her thick-rimmed glasses, looked even bigger than usual.

“Anything lost will be found again.” With that, Miss Marble spun around and headed back into her office. Seaborne was a bit confused about that cryptic and slightly ominous response. Once he had recomposed himself he followed, pushing open the office door, fully intending to continue the conversation. The room beyond contained a desk, a lamp, two filing cabinets and door on the far wall. What it did not contain, was any people.

‘Quick little lady,’ Seaborne noted. Double checking that Miss Marple wasn’t just beyond the next door, he decided that in her absence he could do a quick search of the office. If Roach’s gun was in this room, Seaborne would find it.

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Back at the diner Roach was helping himself to a full stack of pancakes. Normally he would be freaking out about losing his company-issued sidearm, but his mind was somewhere else entirely. He remembered waking up last night with his arm wrapped around Seaborne, he didn’t know that he’d spoken in his sleep, too. What did he say? What could Seaborne have heard? The possibilities were numerous and all bad considering what Roach had been dreaming about. He had to find out what his partner had heard, and soon. The mystery was killing him more than where his gun went and what was going on in this town.

“More coffee, hun?” It was Cindy, the waitress from yesterday. Roach barely nodded before she starting pouring him a second cup. Just as she was about to head off back to the kitchen, Roach spoke up.

“Hey, Cindy,” he began. “About your uncle Deneir… He showed me this book yesterday and I was wondering…” His sentence trailed off when he saw the look appearing on Cindy’s face. It was calm, almost blank as if she had no idea what Roach was talking about. “At the library?”

“The library?” she repeated.

“Yeah, up the street.” Roach pointing in the direction of the building in question for emphasis.

“That’s been closed for years,” Cindy told him. “My uncle lives in California. Moved there after he retired.”

“I talked to him yesterday, I-’ Roach paused, thinking about this new information for a second. “Your uncle, Deneir?” Cindy nodded. “Short man, wild grey hair, kinda looks a bit.. Unhinged?” At the brief description, Cindy let out a chuckle.

“Yeah, that’s my uncle alright,” she confirmed with an unchanging smile. “He moved to California years ago.”

“But I saw him yesterday,” Roach argued. “At the library.” Cindy waved the statement away.

“That can’t be,” she promised. “The library’s been closed since my uncle left.” Roach was incredulous. He knew what he saw, where he was and who he had talked to. What he didn’t know was why this woman was lying to him.

“I talked to him yesterday,” he insisted. “He was going on about seeing fairies in town. He showed me a book.” As he spoke, Cindy’s face became like a doll, frozen in a perfect, beautiful smile, her eyes sparkling yet empty. It only lasted a second or two but that expression chilled Roach to his bones. The moment passed in a fleeting instant and Cindy just laughed again.

“My uncle is in California.” What that, the matter apparently settled, Cindy moved away, leaving Roach with more questions yet again.

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Meanwhile, inside the gas station, Darrell (or maybe Doug) was standing behind the counter reading a magazine. The man didn’t look up as Seaborne entered, nor showed any sign that he noticed a customer at all. Hoping he wasn’t going to regret going here before getting a cup of coffee first, Seaborne cleared his throat to get the man’s attention only getting a raised eyebrow for his efforts.

“Did you order the part?” he asked, finally getting a decent response. Doug (or possibly Darrell) looked up from his magazine with a look that could curdle milk.

“What part?” he asked, in a strangely calm voice. Definitely Darrell. Seaborne was quite sick of this man and his bad attitude. Crossing the room with a purposeful stride, he snatched the magazine right out of the mechanic’s hands.

“The part for the car,” he snapped. Much to his surprise Darrell had little to no reaction to Seaborne’s outburst. He merely looked up at the man speaking to him, his expression unchanged.

“It will be here tomorrow.” Not the answer Seaborne wanted to hear. Fuming, but desperately wanting to appear professional, he took a deep cleansing breath and tried again.

“Did you order it?” he asked calmly.

“Can’t make it git here any faster.” Darrell’s responses were cold, almost emotionless, and it was driving Seaborne crazy.

“I just want to know if you’ve ordered it, okay?” Seaborne really didn’t want to beg. His expression unchanged, Darrell grabbed up the magazine and opened to wear he left off.

“Tomorrow,” was all he offered before going back to reading. Rubbing his head, Seaborne took another deep breath, this one a bit sharper and far less cleansing.

“Listen, if you could just- for ONE second- pull your head out of your-”

“Going well, I take it?” interrupted Roach’s voice from the doorway. Seaborne turned to see his partner strolling in. Darrell took no notice.

“Not exactly,” Seaborne admitted, motioning for his friend to follow him out to the garage. Once out of earshot he continued. “Miss Marble was no help and I didn’t find anything in her office.”

“Do you think-?” Roach started to ask, but Seaborne waved a hand to cut him off.

“I mean, I found nothing. No papers, no documents, not even a pencil. There was a desk and some cabinets, all empty.” Roach didn’t know what to say about that. He stared at Seaborne, slack-jawed for a few seconds before speaking.

“What the hell is going on here?” he demanded, as if Seaborne had any answers. “I talked to Cindy at the diner, after you left. She said her uncle hasn’t even lived in this town for years, that the library was closed.”

“You believe her?”

“Of course not,” Roach threw back, slightly irritated. “You were in the library with me. Did it look closed?”

“You don’t have to bite my head off,” Seaborne snapped back. “Look, let’s go check the library together, see if it’s open. Okay?” Not entirely placated, Roach nodded. He wasn’t really mad at Seaborne anyway, just himself.

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Ravenvale, Chapter 16 (final)

Word Count: 3567 Rating: This chapter: PG-13; overall story: explicit Warnings: Visions of sexual activities, kissing Summary: On their way home from another case, Agent Seaborne and Agent Roach find themselves in the strange, fog-covered town of Ravenvale. Notes: Seaborne and Roach AU where, years after the events seen in the YouTube series, they manage to become FBI agents.

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This was the last straw for Roach; this town had finally broken him and he couldn’t take any more. From his spot on the ground he looked up at the heavens, blocked out by the dense fog that taunted emotionlessly. Seaborne was at his side, unsure how to comfort his friend. He felt much the same way: trapped and lost in this crazy maze. He felt a strong desire to hold his partner, kiss him and tell him everything was going to be alright. It wasn’t an unfamiliar desire, but somehow it was much stronger than it had been in the past. Roach was so close to him, so forlorn… Seaborne wanted to hold him and never let go. It would be so easy to close the gap between them, to taste that which he never could…

He was shaken from his thoughts as Roach stumbled to his feet, completely oblivious to his partner’s inner struggle. His eyes were only on the fog around them, and anyone or anything that might be hiding within.

“What do you want from us?” he shouted, frustrated and angry. He raised his arms in a ‘come get it’ gesture and Seaborne glanced around in fear of what might appear. “Show yourselves!” Roach taunted. “We’re not afraid of you!” He wasn’t fearless, he wasn’t being brave, he was just sick of being yanked around. Whoever trapped them here would have to show their faces eventually, Roach figured. He was done playing their games. As the words left his mouth, Roach felt a shiver down his back; Seaborne felt the same thing. Sunset was still many hours away, but it was growing dark very quickly, leaving them lost in both mist and darkness. The street lights failed to turn on, leaving the entire town blanket in an unshifting fog and a dominating shadow.

Silence. A silence that had been unsettling in the day time was now a grim omen of what was to come. Roach fumbled for his lighter but even when lit the tiny flame did little to hold back the gloom. He held it out in front of him, waiting for someone to appear, or something to attack. Seaborne rose to his feet to stand beside his friend, peering into the fog but there seemed to be nothing but the endless dark. Even the buildings had been enveloped by the endless haze. The rest of the world did not exist outside of this tiny bubble in which Seaborne and Roach now found themselves. Just as it felt as though the fog was going to erase them as well, that’s when the whispering started.

The voices were hushed at first, speaking only nonsense as far as Seaborne could tell, and they came from all around as if the fog itself was trying to speak. No matter how hard they tried, neither he nor his partner could understand what the voices were saying, but they didn’t sound especially friendly. The voices grew louder and more insistent; it was impossible to know what the voices wanted and yet both Seaborne and Roach got the feeling that they were demanding something. After what seemed an eternity, the voices began to quiet down again, leaving the FBI agents back in the unbearable silence.

The peace and quiet was short lived, however. Just when they thought this town couldn’t get any weirder, a light appeared in the darkness. It was a few meters away, too far to make out through this much fog. With the only other choice being to just wait and see, Roach’s instinct to investigate was far too strong. Lighter in front of him and a hand at Seaborne’s back, he led them both towards the source of the mysterious illumination. They approached it slowly, but perhaps it was moving towards them as well, it was hard to be sure. Eventually they reached a small clearing- at least, they assumed it was a clearing- in which stood a red camaro. Seaborne’s red camaro. It was just sitting there, as real as anything else they had seen so far, but like many other things in this town, its presence was impossible.

Before either agent could breathe a word to each other, a pair of smokey figures appeared in the car. One was tall, almost too tall for the small sedan, sitting in the driver’s seat of the vehicle. The second was slightly smaller, and seated directly in the lap of the first. They were like mannequins, human-shaped but devoid of detail. Then, as the agents watched, the figures solidified, coming into focus as two humans, two men… as Seaborne and Roach.

“The photo!” Seaborne exclaimed, astonished.

“My dream,” Roach blurted at the same time, shocked. Immediately they turned to face each other, eyes wide in absolute amazement.

“What?” they both demanded simultaneously. The sounds of lewd moaning turned their attentions back to the scene in the car and they saw the images of each other sitting, and now moving, very erotically. Seaborne blushed at the sight and Roach swallowed hard. Neither could believe what they were seeing, nor what their friend had just divulged. Roach was embarrassed beyond belief, seeing his very dreams playing out in the real world. Seaborne couldn’t stop watching, confused and- if he was being honest- more than a little turned on. His own dreams had not been so different in the past, but he’d never seen them displayed in full view of his crush before. He felt a little bad for Roach but, then again…

“You, uh… you dreamt that?” he asked, once he found his voice again. Roach rubbed the back of his neck, unable to meet his friend’s gaze. “When? While we were in this town?”

“Y-yeah,” Roach admitted, bashfully. “Last night.” The sex scene was reaching its crescendo and both Seaborne and Roach stared at their doppelgangers, slack-jawed and enraptured before the whole scene faded back into the mist once again. The light that had come from nowhere to shine on the car was gone, leaving only Roach’s lighter to glow around them. The two men were quiet for a moment before Roach continued. “You… saw that in a photo?” he asked, still feeling a bit shy after having his innermost fantasy put on display like that.

“I was trying to tell you earlier,” Seaborne explained, dearly wishing he still had that fateful image. “I found it in the library, but it was gone before I could show you.” He paused, gears turning in his head. “You said you dreamt about Gina last night.”

“I-” Roach thought back to the night before, waking up wrapped around Seaborne. “... lied,” he finally finished. Seaborne couldn’t breathe. He stared at his lifelong friend, breathing heavily. Roach had dreamt about the two of them… together? He had so many questions: was this a normal dream for Roach to have or, like Seaborne’s own strange encounter in dreamland, was this probably caused by being in Ravenvale? Did Roach enjoy the dream or was it, for him, a nightmare?

The fog shifted again. A new scene lay before the FBI agents, this time it was Seaborne lying on his hotel bed, his clothing being pawed at by mysterious hands that looked just like those of his partner. It was Seaborne’s dream from yesterday and he grew pale at the sight of it. He wished that he could cover Roach’s eyes, keep him from seeing this dark secret, but he knew it would be pointless. He had seen Roach’s dream, there was no way Roach was going to look away. The hands moved just as Seaborne remembered, holding him- this time his copy- down on the bed while others removed his clothing. The real Seaborne covered his face, unable to watch the drama play out again, nor watch his friend’s current expression.

His partner, meanwhile, was enraptured. He recognized his own hands in the illusion hold Seaborne, touching him as Roach had always wanted to touch him but couldn’t. It was forbidden; just watching this vision felt forbidden but he couldn’t take his eyes off it. Is this what Seaborne had dreamt? Is this what he desired? It was hard to say how much of their dreams had been manipulated by whatever was making them see things now, but if Seaborne had experienced this in his dream… Still, why were they seeing their dreams like this now?

After a minute or two of watching the hands undress Seaborne, waiting to see what they would do once the man was naked, Roach felt his blood running hotter, his pupils dilating and his heart racing. If this was a dream that Seaborne dreamt, Roach liked this dream. More than that, he liked the idea of Seaborne having this dream.

“Is it over?” his partner was saying, his eyes still covered. The hands had fully undressed imaginary Seaborne and were now touching his naked body in all the ways Roach had always wanted to touch his friend. He dearly hoped that this vision wasn’t over.

“Uh,” he managed, his head turning slightly away but his eyes fixed on the scene. Hands were spreading the other Seaborne’s legs apart and Roach’s mouth started to water. His own fingers were unconsciously brushing their tips against one another, wanting to feel what the dream hands had felt, what the illusion was feeling. Wanting to feel Seaborne.

“Let’s go,” Seaborne pleaded taking Roach’s hand and guiding him away from the vision. Roach followed, reluctantly. Glancing back, he saw that vision fade away just like the first.

‘Dang,’ he thought. When the vision had faded completely, leaving the two of them in foggy darkness once again, Seaborne paused, waiting for the next invasion of his privacy. When nothing happened for awhile, he readied himself for the proverbial elephant in the room.

“The fog is making all dream these things, right?” he wondered, looking anywhere but at his partner.

“Maybe,” Roach answered, unsure. It was possible, at this point, but he knew that he’d had dreams of a similar nature in the past. None so realistic, but many about him and Seaborne. He had just assumed the fog had made his dreams more vibrant.

“Maybe?” Seaborne repeated, now looking at Roach. “You’ve dreamt about me before?” Roach raised his hands in exasperation.

“Wha- I dunno!” he fumbled. “It’s just a dream. What’s the big deal?”

“Whatever man…” Shaking his head and walking back into the fog, Seaborne let the conversation drop. He didn’t want to talk about it, he didn’t want to think about it, about him sitting on Roach’s lap, about Roach touching him in all the wrong… in all the right places… No. This place was messing with them both. He just wanted it to be all over so he could go back to normal, back to reality. Reality was back home, in North Carolina. Reality was he and Roach as friends and nothing more. Anything else was a fantasy, a wish that could never come true.

Roach, meanwhile, was feeling a bit dejected, but that was nothing new. He had tried several times in the past to tell Seaborne how he felt, but his hints had always failed. Seaborne was stubborn and refused to play along. He always just figured Roach was playing around, making jokes in poor taste, and Roach eventually stopped trying. Seaborne didn’t want to be more than friends. Seaborne was a straight man raised in the south. Roach would just have to live with that. He learned that long ago. So the two of them walked on in silence, waiting for the next vision, the next hallucination to blow their minds. It wasn’t long before they felt a new chill in the motionless wind and they turned at the same time to see a dark shape forming in the mist. Several dark shapes, in fact.

One after another formed at the edge of their vision, where the fog was too thick to make them out clearly. They all looked exactly like the dark shape Seaborne had seen in the house across from Roach’s hotel room, large and foreboding. Seaborne turned slowly; the shapes were appearing all around them in a large circle; he and Roach were surrounded. The shapes, no more than dark shadows in the fog at first, slowly began to coalesce into smaller figures. Smaller, human figures. There was Doug and Darrel, Cindy and Deneir, even Mrs. Marble but any hint of friendliness had left their usually benign faces. Now their soulless expressions filled him with a sense of dread.

Once formed these shadow people began stepping closer to the federal duo, their feet moving as one collective, like soldiers in the army. Seaborne took a step backwards, his back meeting up with Roach’s as the two of them watching the oncoming mob, their arms raised defensively in preparation for an attack, but then the people stopped. They paused in a tight circle around Seaborne and Roach, their eyes empty, their faces blank. Out of the corner of his eye, Seaborne saw Roach instinctively reach for his gun, only to remember that it had been taken hours before. If only they had their weapons, anything to defend themselves, although there was no certainty that it would help; this could be another hallucination for all they knew.

“It’s not real,” Seaborne assured his partner, trying to comfort both Roach and himself. “It’s just like the library: it’s all an illusion.” Roach nodded. He knew it had to be an illusion, but it was so real. Like his dream, like the library, it was all so real, and he knew first hand that and injuries would definitely be real.

“Just stay behind me,” Roach told him, taking a protective stance in front of his friend. Seaborne wasn’t sure if Roach could protect him, but he felt comforted anyway. The various people all opened their mouths to speak and when they did it was with a thousand voices, more voices than a group their size should have had, and all speaking in unison. Roach, meanwhile, recognized the voices as the once from the library. He eyed the faces as they spoke, suspicious and ready to defend himself and Seaborne.

“There is no escape,” the voices said, without feeling, without inflection. “Not while the truth remains hidden.”

“What truth?” Roach barked, furious at being kept her against his will.

“The truth will set you free,” the voices replied, explaining nothing. It was the same phrase they had used at the library, but Roach still didn’t understand. Seaborne was equally confused and more scared than he would have liked to admit. Then, a thought occurred to him. Perhaps that was the truth they wanted, for him to admit how he felt about this whole ordeal. It was worth a shot.

“You want to know you’ve scared me?” he asked, looking at each face in turn. “Is that the truth you want? Fine. I’m scared. I hate this place and I’m scared that I’ll never leave.”

“When the honey fails, the vinegar must be applied.” Not the response either Roach or Seaborne expected and it clarified nothing. Roach sympathized with Seaborne’s feelings, but he didn’t think that was the truth the voices were talking about. Perhaps Seaborne was right, though. Maybe the voices did want a confession, an admission of guilt, an acknowledgment of wrong-doing, or maybe something else. Swallowing hard, he turned to his best friend.

“You want to leave here, right?” he asked, looking into Seaborne’s eyes.

“Of course,” his partner agreed, wondering what his friend was getting at.

“You trust me, right?” Seaborne wasn’t sure what his friend was planning, but he did trust him. Implicitly.

“Yeah,” he agreed again. His eyes were locked with those of his partner and for a moment he thought they were going to make a run for it. Roach was more nervous now than he had been this entire time, but his eyes didn’t leave Seaborne for one second. Roach felt his heart beat in his ears, but he knew this was the only way. It had to be. All evidence led to this moment, this truth. He just hoped Seaborne would forgive him. Without warning, he took Seaborne’s head in his hands, leaned down, closed his eyes, and pressed their lips together.

All of time stopped in that moment. The rest of the world did not exist. All Seaborne could see was Roach. All Roach could feel was Seaborne. A myriad of emotions ran through their bodies and eternity passed in mere seconds. The truth that they had tried so hard to hide from each other was finally revealed and there was no going back. Roach was about to pull away, to apologize profusely, when he realized that Seaborne, the man he had loved for all of his life, was kissing back. Seaborne didn’t have any words to say, he didn’t know how to respond to tell Roach that he felt the same way, always had. Instead he closed his eyes, brought his hands to Roach’s waist and pulled him closer, deepened the kiss and breathed in the scent of the man he loved. The man who loved him back.

Seaborne was shaking when they finally pulled away to breathe. Neither man had let go, and their eyes saw nothing but each other. The fear that they had experienced moments ago was forgotten, the voice and visions gone from their minds, and there was only each other. That and the truth that they had just shared. Neither knew what to say, even though they both had everything to say. As the shock wore off, Roach smiled. Seaborne smiled back and the two of them broke into gentle laughter.

“I love you Bo,” Roach managed, his hands dropping to take those of his partner, his love. Seaborne held them close, his eyes never moving from Roach’s face.

“I love you,” he told him, in awe of what he saw. Love. Devotion. Desire. Was this real? Was this another illusion? He didn’t care. He couldn’t let go. Neither could Roach.

Out of the corner of their eyes, the rest of the world came into view as the people gathered around them began to fade, like the other illusions. They shifted into the mist and the darkness lifted into daylight. The mist was dissolving, the fog dissipating. They saw the buildings of Ravenvale: the gas station, the hotel, the library, the houses. They were all dissolving with the fog, fading into thin air. Just before the places evaporated into nothing, they heard the voices one last time.

“The truth has set you free…” With that last message, the voice, the fog, the entire town, was gone. Roach glanced behind his friend, nodding towards the only thing left. Their tan rental car stood, unphased, by the side of an empty road. Other than that there wasn’t anything but boundless fields and the open road as far as their eyes could see. The two men exchanged glances before cautiously approaching the car. It looked unharmed. Seaborne opened the passenger side door and opened the glove compartment.

“Our side arms.” He pointed to the weapons inside. Lying there as if nothing had happened. Roach jumped into the driver’s side, holding out his hand to his partner.

“You got the keys?” Seaborne passed them quickly and Roach immediately shoved them into the ignition and turned them. The car started right away without a fuss. The engine purred, ready to take them home.

“Let’s get outta here,” Seaborne suggested, getting in and putting on his seat belt. Roach put his own seat belt on and went to put the car in drive but then he paused. He looked at his friend, his heart growing nervous again.

“Bo,” he began, putting his hand on Seaborne’s knee. “It wasn’t all an illusion… right?” Seaborne placed his hand on top of Roach’s, smiling with a knowing face.

“Not the stuff that was important,” he answered, rubbing his thumb along the back of Roach’s hand. He leaned forwards and Roach did the same, meeting in the middle for a quick but tender kiss. This part was real. Their love was real. It always had been. It always would be.

“Just checking,” Roach said with a grin. He gave Seaborne’s knee one last love-squeeze before letting go to put the car in gear. As they drove off down the road towards the next town, neither was certain about what Ravenvale really was. Had it ever been real? Was it unreal? Whatever the explanation, something wonderful had happened between them. Something that was more real than anything they had experienced. Something they would keep for the rest of their days. Together.

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Once the car was out of sight, unknown to the two FBI agents lost in their new relationship and thoughts of finally going home, the fairies fluttered over the former site of Ravenvale.

“That was the best festival ever,” one cheered, smiling.

“I thought they’d never figure it out,” another replied, shaking its head.

“I hope they come back again,” a third noted. “They had very creative imaginations.”

“Maybe they will,” still another remarked, tilting its head. “Same time next year?” The rest of the fairies nodded excitedly. Then, with tiny giggles and a wave of their hands, they all vanished into the ether. They couldn’t wait for next year.

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Ravenvale, Chapter 15

Word Count: 2434 Rating: This chapter: PG; overall story: explicit Warnings: None Summary: On their way home from another case, Agent Seaborne and Agent Roach find themselves in the strange, fog-covered town of Ravenvale. Notes: Seaborne and Roach AU where, years after the events seen in the YouTube series, they manage to become FBI agents.

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Roach kicked in another door. Seaborne plugged his ears so he wouldn’t flinch so hard this time, but it still startled him all the same. This was the eighth or ninth door they’d tried since they began a systematic search of the hotel’s second floor. Each room was identical to the last in both floor plan and furnishings. That is, they were all completely empty save for a single overhead light. Seaborne couldn’t believe that all the rooms had been emptied out since he and his partner reached this God-forsaken town; he had to assume they never had any furniture. It didn’t make any sense, but nothing did but, as Sir Arthur Conan Doyle once wrote: Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. The problem was, too much of this place was impossible.

“This place is a bust,” Seaborne told him, looking in on the empty room. “What do you expect to find?” Roach shrugged.

“I dunno,” he admitted. “Something.” He cross the small room to the window across from the door, much as Seaborne did before they started this pointless search. Unless the view from Roach’s room, this window didn’t face any of the houses, only the empty void behind the city’s limits. Beyond the thin, invisible pane of glass there was nothing but fog.

“If there was anything here, it’s long gone by now.” Leaning against the far wall, Seaborne folded his arms across his chest. At this point he didn’t care if they did find anything in his cruddy hotel. He wanted to find their car- any car, really- and they weren’t going to find it doing a room by room search in here. “Maybe there’s a police station in town,” he supposed, not hopeful. “They couldn’t have cleaned that place out.” The increasingly infamous ‘they’: a theoretical group of unknown size that seemed bent on completely messing with two unsuspecting FBI agents for some obscure reason. Seaborne hated that Roach had finally convinced him that there was a ‘they’, after all these years, but a conspiracy seemed to be the only explanation.

“I haven’t seen so much as a road sign,” Roach noted, peering through the mist as if he expected one to suddenly appear in contradiction. “And I doubt we’ll be able to find a map.” Pausing, he turned back to his friend, flicking the hair on the back of his neck. Seaborne wondered how the man hadn’t started going bald back there for all the times he did that. “I feel like we’re so close to something here. I just know it.”

“Well, not here, here,” Seaborne noted, somewhat humorlessly. Roach did not appreciate the joke.

“We can’t go chasing every dark shape we see,” he tossed back, with more anger than he meant to. Seaborne looked away, wishing they didn’t have to argue right now. “We don’t know what’s real and what’s not. We need to keep our heads and stick to what we can prove.”

“We can’t prove anything,” Seaborne muttered before he could stop himself. Roach wanted to snap back, but Seaborne was right. They had nothing right now; no leads, no proof, no car, no guns, no phones. They were completely lost in a fog, literally and figuratively.

“I know,” he sighed, crossing the room to stand next to his partner. He leaned against the same wall and their shoulders were right up against each other. In the chill of the room, Roach’s arm was a wonderful heater. Seaborne wanted to curl up next to the man, toasty and safe, but friends didn’t do that. Reluctantly he pushed away from the wall and stood a few feet away with his hands on his hips.

“I found a photograph in the library,” Seaborne blurted after a minute or so. He wanted to break the silence and for some reason that was the first thing that came to his head. Roach looked at him, curious and surprised.

“Of what?” he asked, wondering why his partner was choosing now to suddenly bring this up. At first he figured that Seaborne had just forgotten, but then he heard the nervousness in the man’s voice as he continued.

“It was a photo of us,” Seaborne explained, unable to make eye contact with his friend. If the photo was just a figment of his own imagination, he was embarrassed to admit what he had imagined. “In the camaro.” At the mere mention of their red coupe, Roach couldn’t help but think about his dream from last night, and the activities that had taken place therein.

“They were probably watching us before we even came to this town,” Roach concluded. He vowed to find out who was doing this when they got back home. He wasn’t going to let this one go. “Do you still have the photo? Can I see it?”

“I- It’s gone,” Seaborne managed, apologetically. “I don’t even know if it had been real in the first place,” he added quickly.

“They wanted you to see it.” his partner shrugged, as if he was stating the obvious. “They wanted us to know they had been watching us.”

“Maybe,” Seaborne faltered. He wasn’t sure if that theory could hold true; it hadn’t been a photograph of the past, it had never happened. Of course, Seaborne couldn’t tell Roach that. He already felt like he’d said too much already.

“Well we’re not going to find anything standing around in here,” he pointed out. This conversation was getting too close to revealing his inner secrets and he needed it to stop right now. “We need to check out the local houses, if only to question the the other residents.” He shrugged as if to ask if he wasn’t right and Roach nodded in agreement.

“Maybe we can at least find a car to take out of this place,” he proposed, standing straight as well. At the mere mention of a car Seaborne was suddenly hit with visions of him and Roach sitting naked in his camaro, and glanced out of the window, expecting to see a small face peering in. There was nothing there. He turned back right away but Roach had already noticed his partner’s movements. “What? What is it?”

“Nothing,” Seaborne replied, his statement half true. He dearly wished he had seen something, then they would have some sort of lead other than his own strange sighting. “Let’s just go.” Without another word he left the room, trying to focus on something other than what the photograph had shown him. Now was not the time to be thinking about Roach naked. After a moment or two Roach followed suit, chalking up his partner’s behavior to stress.

“I was done checking in here anyway,” he murmured to himself. Outside, back on the streets, the fog seemed denser than ever. The humidity was seriously messing with Roach’s hair now, causing the normally perfectly placed hairs to stick up in weird places. Running a few fingers through his dirty-blonde quaff left the hair moist and only slightly more in place, but it was better than nothing. Seaborne’s hair was somehow unphased by the humidity, though it was still quite damp. It was as if they had both stood in a bit of light rain for a few minutes. Their suits were in a similar state, leaving them with a rather damp feeling. What Roach wouldn’t have given to be back home, wrapped up in a blanket in front of his fireplace… maybe a cup of hot cocoa in his hands, Seaborne sitting next to him…

“I think it was this one,” Seaborne pointed out, interrupting Roach’s thoughts. He was pointing to one of the many houses that lined the streets and looked pretty much like any of the others. This one was a pale yellow with white trim. It was fairly nondescript with two floors, a two-car garage and large windows that were blocked by closed curtains.

“You sure?” Roach wondered as they sauntered over to the mailbox. It was black and unmarked.

“Nope,” came Seaborne’s curt reply. He wasn’t sure. All the houses looked so similar and he really didn’t think it mattered that much. They had to start somewhere. Roach shrugged.

“Good enough.” Strutting up to the front door, Roach searched for a doorbell. When he didn’t find one he settled for knocking a few times on the door itself. No answer. He knocked again before giving up and testing the door knob. He wasn’t sure if he should have been surprised or not that the door wasn’t even locked but, taking it as a stroke of luck, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The entryway was empty; a windowless room with a small closet and an overhead lamp that bridged the gap between the front door and short hallway. The walls were the purest white, the wooden floors much the same. Roach walked softly, trying to stay quiet lest whomever lived here would hear him. Seaborne followed close behind, equally cautious. He didn’t want a repeat of the library. Who knew what was living in these homes? He and Roach walked down the hallway before pausing at the end. Roach leaned around the corner, wishing he still had his gun at his side, not that he was certain a bullet would do anything against the illusions he’d already seen.

His eyes scanned the living room beyond, checking for hidden dangers before motioning to his friend that the coast was clear. It was more than clear. Like the rooms in the hotel, the living room was empty of furniture, as was the adjoining nearby kitchen. At least, he assumed it was supposed to be a kitchen. It was hard to tell without counters, cabinets or appliances.

“Just like the hotel,” Seaborne mused, stepping past his partner and into the large room. “Just an empty shell.” He glanced at the ceiling, the walls, the baseboards. “Not even electrical sockets.”

“Not that they would have worked anyway,” Roach pointed out, remembering his uncharged phone. “So much of this town is like a facade: outlets that don’t work, clocks without hands, rooms without furniture.”

“Windows without glass,” Seaborne added. Roach turned to see his friend sticking a hand through the frame of the room’s big bay window. Turning to look back at Roach, Seaborne and he exchanged glances as the taller man approached to test out the glassless window for himself. Like many things, it made no sense. If there was no glass, how was the fog outside kept at bay? Surely the curtains couldn’t be the cause. Roach thought back; had all the windows they’d seen been fake as well?

“Or it could be another illusion,” Roach countered, running the fabric of the curtains between his fingers. “Nothing in this town can be trusted.” He tossed the curtains aside before turning back to his friend. “I want to find the clues that will solve this mystery, more than anyone, but I don’t think I can without a clear head.”

“You think we’re still, what, drugged?” Seaborne felt his lungs fill with air, tasted breath on his tongue, felt it in his throat. It didn’t taste like drugs, had no scent beyond regular air.

“I think as long as we stay in this fog we can’t believe anything we see, hear, or touch.” Absently-mindedly he ran his fingertips along the scratch still on his cheek. “Even if it leaves a mark.”

“An illusion did that?” It was hard to believe, but so was everything else insane that Seaborne had experienced. If true, it would mean that neither of them could be safe from their own minds, their own imaginations.

“An illusion with an illusionary knife,” Roach clarified, remembering distinctly. Seaborne dearly wanted to hear more details about that. “It doesn’t matter,” Roach continued, as if reading his partner’s thoughts. “Look, I don’t know how far it is ‘til the next town, but I say we try to walk for it. At the very least we can maybe get away from this fog. They can’t have covered the entire state with it.” The logic was sound, but the application could be more difficult than just a stroll through the park. Still, they had to try.

After a brief search of the rest of the house, revealing only more empty rooms, Seaborne and Roach returned to the streets. The fog was still ever present, but neither of them could see more than five feet in front of their eyes. It was getting thicker with each passing minute. If they were going to leave, now was the time. Roach took Seaborne’s hand; he didn’t want to lose him in the fog. Together they stood at the side of the street, where the road met the sidewalk, exchanged one last nervous glance, and then… they started to walk.

They walked in silence, in a perfectly straight line, away from Main Street for several minutes. They passed house after house, block after block, with no sign of life anywhere. Not a single person or car passed their sight, only more of the same monotonous town. Seaborne was afraid someone was going to stop them, that some terrifying illusion would attack them, but nothing did. Roach was certain that the edge of the fog couldn’t be far and he was determined to find a way out if he had to walk a hundred miles. There had to be an end to this nightmare somewhere.

After walking for about an hour Seaborne cursed himself for not buying more comfortable shoes for this trip. The cookie-cutter houses had stopped awhile back and there was nothing but wide open spaces on either side of the road. Not that they could see very far; there could have been buildings not thirty feet away and they wouldn't have known. Without much of a view, he was looking down, focusing on putting one foot in front of another when Roach came to a complete halt beside him.

“This isn’t happening,” he whispered, falling to his knees. “This can’t be happening.” Looking up from his kneeling, distraught companion, Seaborne saw immediately what had his friend so distressed. There, not twenty feet away, piercing through the fog to glare at them both, was the insidious red neon sign of the hotel…. ‘Hotel’ it read. ‘Vacancy’. Somehow they had returned to where it all began. Seaborne sat down on the cold, hard asphalt beside his friend, all hope of escaping this ordeal abandoning his heart.

“They won’t let us leave,” he mumbled, shocked and dismayed. “We’re trapped here.”

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Ravenvale, Chapter 7

Word Count: 2487 Rating: This chapter: general; overall story: explicit Warnings: None Summary: On their way home from another case, Agent Seaborne and Agent Roach find themselves in the strange, fog-covered town of Ravenvale. Notes: Seaborne and Roach AU where, years after the events seen in the YouTube series, they manage to become FBI agents.

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Roach stopped by his room before heading out again, to grab his cellphone which he was certain was fully charged by now. It was quite a surprise when he picked it up and it was still completely dead. He plugged it in again, pressing the on button just to make sure, and sure enough the charging symbol showed up. Not that it meant anything. If it had been charging, it would be done by now. Frustrated, Roach tried a different socket. If that one didn’t work, he’d have words with Mrs. Marble.

In the meantime, he wanted to head back to the library for answers about the strange book with so many blank pages. He dearly wished that his partner, and dearest friend, would join him in this investigation. To be fair, Seaborne had followed Roach on many a wild goose chase over the years. Sure he’d complained during all of them, but that never bothered Roach. That was just the shorter man’s personality. Deep inside he wasn’t nearly as crass as people thought, he just didn’t want anyone to know that he wasn’t crass. Not even Roach, his best friend. Of course, Roach knew better. It was Seaborne’s true nature- sweet and gentle- that was just part of the reason Roach loved him.

That being said, there were times when Seaborne’s down-right stubbornness drove his partner absolutely crazy. Even when the evidence was right there in front of him, he’d refused to acknowledge it. Sure, Roach understood why his friend was stressed out and didn’t want to deal with anything right now, but he wasn’t going to give up until he’d solved the mystery that was all around them. It was there, he knew it, and while he didn’t know how, he was determined to solve it. First step: the library.

It was just where he’d left it, though there was a small part of him that had half-thought it would have vanished. The dense fog wrapped around it as if any second it would be pulled into the ether, but it stood defiant, strong and firm against the mist. It was almost intimidating as the sun set beside it, leaving an immense shadow over the landscape, punctuated with the glow of yellowed street lights just starting to come on. Roach was undaunted, taking the concrete steps two and a time with his long legs to reach the towering front doors. They were unlocked, as before, despite the increasing late hour, and Roach practically marched inside to look for Deneir.

He was nowhere to be found. What’s more, as Roach ventured into the more wide-open part of the building he noticed the stacks upon stacks of books were gone as well. They had all seemingly returned to their proper places on the shelves that lined the room. Roach shook his head; he was having a hard time believing that Deneir had managed to clean them all up on his own so quickly. Every book was in its place and not a single shelf looked untidy. It was the model of orderly and it felt… wrong.

“Deneir?” Roach called out, his voice echoing in the large space. There was no answer. “Hello?” His pace was slow, but his stride broad as he walked down the center isle, looking for any sign that he wasn’t alone. He almost expected someone to jump out at him and yell ‘boo!’ but when that didn’t happen, he took it upon himself to investigate the books while he had this chance.

Glancing around one last time, just in case, he approached the nearest shelf and picked a book at random. It was a book Roach had never even heard of, let alone read. He flipped to a random page and, like those of the other book, it was completely blank. Dropping the book, he grabbed a second and immediately opened it; it was blank, too. Another book: blank. Flabbergasted now, Roach starting scoring the shelf, looking at book after book- page after page. All blank. He tried another shelf, another section, nothing.

He was about to give up finding another written word in this outlandish when he got to the science fiction section; a personal favorite. He grabbed up 1984, a book that he’d read many times, and opened to a random page. At last, text, words and paragraphs covered the paper in his hand, just as he remembered them the last time he’d read this book. He turned the page; more texts, more words from the book that he loved. He flipped through the whole book and there didn’t seem to be a single page out of place. Encouraged and more confused than ever, he grabbed up another book he knew: Dune. Just like 1984, Dune had words (as one might expect for a book in a library) written on every page.

After looking through a few more books he knew, and some that he didn’t, he came to a rather strange conclusion. Only the books he’d read in the past had text, the rest were blank.

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The delicious meal of chicken and waffles did much to fill Seaborne’s stomach, but little to settle his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about the dream, and the more he thought about it, the more the hands he had envisioned resembled those of his best friend. He tried to tell himself that he was just fooling himself, that his dream and Roach were completely unrelated, but in the end it made sense. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d dreamt about his partner, but this had definitely been the most vivid dream that he could remember. It was frustrating, not being able to control what one dreams about. He thought that he’d gotten to a good place with his feelings for Roach; that it was only a harmless crush that would fade in time. Apparently, that just wasn’t the case.

Once he had paid for his meal, Seaborne returned to the hotel to check on his phone. It was an eerie walk, traveling alone on the foggy streets of town. A glance at his watch told him the late evening hour, but other than the dimming light he wouldn't have been able to tell. The sun was still nowhere to be seen and it didn’t look like it would show its face anytime soon. At least the overcast day left the dense, humid air relatively cool, much cooler than he’d expect in this part of the country at this time of year. The low temperature probably contributed to the strange fog… or the fog was making it colder than usual. Either way, it was a pleasant feature in an otherwise disappointing day.

He was almost relaxed by the time he reached his hotel room, thinking about how there was only one night between him and heading home. His nearly positive attitude was shattered as he looked at the wall just above the bed. The hideous painting that he had stuffed in the closet mere hours ago had returned to its previous position in plain sight, grisly and taunting. Seaborne stopped short at the sight, pausing for a few seconds before rationalizing that the maid staff must have come in and put it back. The rest of the room looked spotless as well; the bed was perfectly maid for example. Shaking out the odd thoughts that had started to gather in his weary mind, he chuckled at what he had almost believed.

‘Roach must be rubbing off on me,’ he mused. With a grunt he pulled the painting off of the wall and, once again, stuffed it into the closet. After closing the door, he turned to his phone still sitting on the end table. As he picked up the small device however, his mood soured even further. Despite being plugged in for half the day, it was still completely dead. More frustrated than confused, Seaborne just figured the hotel was in need of repairs and the wall socket was busted. Since the table lamp was plugged in to a separate outlet, he turned it on to check that it worked. It was dim, but functional. Encouraged, he unplugged it and replaced its plug with that of his phone charger. He’d have to give it a few more minutes before knowing if he’d successfully fixed it.

Meanwhile he wanted to check on Darrel and Doug, to make sure that they actually ordered the parts for the car. Not that he didn’t trust them… no, that’s exactly what it was. He didn’t trust anyone in this town right now. He really didn’t want Roach to be right about what he’d seen, but he couldn’t deny that he had his own reservations about the whole place. Something wasn’t right in the town of Ravenvale, that was for sure.

‘Not fairies, though,’ he joked to himself. Roach had a great intuition for knowing when there was something going on beneath the surface, but his wild imagination often caused his rational investigations to miss the mark. That’s usually when Seaborne stepped in to make more down to Earth conclusions. Together they made a great team. As he stepped outside once more he thought about this and it made him smile. Seconds later his smile faded. He shouldn’t have let Roach go back to the library alone, he should have gone with him. Pausing in the middle of the road he glanced in the libraries direction, though he couldn’t see it at all from his distance, and contemplated his choice. With one last sigh he figured he could check in at the garage later; he had to make sure Roach was alright.

As he headed down the road he looked around but there was still no sign of life in this fog-filled town. He saw no one, heard no one either. In fact, come to think of it, he didn’t hear anything but his own footsteps- no birds chirping, no dogs barking, not even the buzzing of insects as one might expect at this late hour. Seaborne came to a full stop and just listened. Nothing. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard such quiet. The world was deathly silent; even the wind wasn’t blowing. It was haunting in its serenity.

But then, a noise, the flutter of wings coming from somewhere unseen. Seaborne whipped around, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound, but it was gone. It had to have been a bird of some kind, right? As if his thoughts had been spoken aloud, there was a tiny giggle in response, high-pitched and melodic. It was faint, distant, or perhaps from someone very small, and it seemed to come from all around. It was gone in an instant and Seaborne was once again left alone with the unrelenting silence. A sense of dread washed over the agent before he could stop it, and he refused to let it stay. Resuming his walk towards the library, Seaborne began humming to himself to replace the silence and distract him from his unreasonable fear. It was a bird, nothing more. A small, giggling bird. Maybe it had been a chirp, or a chitter. Something that sounded like giggling but really wasn’t. Encouraged by his own rationalization, he felt better almost immediately.

‘Just a bird,’ he thought, convincing himself. ‘What else would it be?’ Not letting his brain give him any suggestions, he started humming louder and quickened his pace. He dearly wished he’d gone with Roach when he had the chance.

When the great, brick building finally came into view, Seaborne felt his spirits lifted quite a bit. He took the steps two at a time as he raced to open the front doors. Once inside he immediately called for his friend, his voice echoing loudly in the marble-lined rooms. After a second or two he heard a reply; it was Roach.

“I’m in here!” came the voice from the next room. Seaborne followed it into the large chamber behind the lobby and found his friend and partner sprawled on a pile of books on the floor. “You’ve got to see this.”

“What on Earth are you doing?” Seaborne exclaimed. His harsh tone was softened by his delight in finding Roach unharmed. Not that he expected him to be hurt…

“Here!” Roach interrupted his friend’s inner thoughts by standing up and shoving a book at him. “Read this.” There were more questions Seaborne wanted to ask, but Roach looked incredibly adamant. Skeptical of the taller man’s motivations, he opened the book up as instructed but all the pages were blank. There was nothing to read.

“What’s this all about?” he asked. Instead of answering right away, Roach snatched up another book and passed it with equal force as before at his friend.

“And this one.” It didn’t take long for Seaborne to realize that they were all blank and he told his friend so. “Wait…” Roach held up a finger for emphasis as he scoured through the pile of books for a very specific one. “Open this one.” It was Dune, a book Seaborne had heard of but never read. He opened it up and, to his surprise, there was text inside.

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t either,” Roach admitted, looking back over his collection of blank books. “I’ve looked through dozens of these books and they are all blank except for the ones I’ve read before.”

“Well, I’ve never read Dune,’ Seaborne noted. Roach thought about this for a second before an idea popped into his head.

“Quick!” he exclaimed. “Name a book you’ve read that I haven’t.”

“Uh, I don’t know.” He had to think about that one for a moment, not because the answer wasn’t obvious but because he wasn’t sure what his friend was getting at. “Have you read any of the Sherlock books? The Hounds of Baskerville?” It was one of his favorites; he adored the entire Sherlock collection.

“I have not!” Roach seemed overly excited to have not read the book in question and ran off into the isles to find it. A few minutes later there was an excited shout of “Ah-HA!” from his direction followed by the sound of heavy footfalls rushing back. Roach nearly fell as he slid to a stop in front of Seaborne. “Look! Words!” Indeed, as Seaborne looked at the book he’d read multiple times before there was text just like a normal book. “I’ve never read this book,” Roach was explaining as Seaborne tried to get his head around this strange place. “But you have!”

“W… what does that mean?” Seaborne wondered. Roach paused, chewing on his lip.

“I don’t know,” he admitted slowly with a frown. “But! I’ll tell you one thing: something not normal is going on here.”

“Please don’t say aliens,” his partner begged. Roach gave him a sly, knowing smile. “You think it’s aliens.”

“You know me so well,” he mused.

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I am so freaking excited that you're posting fic again! You are one of my absolute favorite writers and I am so excited to read Ravenvale! I am going to try and wait for it to all be posted but I do not think I will be able to wait that long.

I’m so sorry that it’s been so long since I posted anything. I’m even more sorry that the fic isn’t finished yet. I’m working daily to finish it now, so hopefully it don’t be long until it’s all up for you to read. Thanks for being patient and for your lovely support. It’s for fans like you that I continue to write.

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Ravenvale, Chapter 4

Word Count: 2108 Rating: This chapter: G; overall story: explicit Warnings: None at this time Summary: On their way home from another case, Agent Seaborne and Agent Roach find themselves in the strange, fog-covered town of Ravenvale. Notes: Seaborne and Roach AU where, years after the events seen in the YouTube series, they manage to become FBI agents.

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As Roach was finishing up his breakfast, and Seaborne was nibbling on the muffin his partner convinced him to buy, the waitress came back to their table.

“Any else for you gentlemen?” she asked, resting her hand on one hip. It was almost instinct for Roach’s eyes to glanced down at that hip, jutting out and begging for people to stare. He looked away almost as fast as he looked down, but Seaborne noticed nonetheless. It bothered him more than he would have admitted. Instead he just addressed the woman’s question.

“Just the check please.” Cindy nodded and reached into a pocket on her white apron.

“Are you going to the festival tomorrow?” Roach suddenly chimed in. “Or do you think it will get canceled ‘cause of the fog?” Seaborne just barely managed to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Still, he wasn’t really surprised. The man never did know when to let things go, especially things that piqued his interest.

“Oh no, they can’t cancel the festival. It’s the best festival in the whole world!” Looking out the window into the deep, unrelenting white, her usual upbeat expression faded into a doleful frown. “I’d hate for them to cancel it…”

“It’s still early,” Roach offered. “Maybe it’ll clear up.” Cindy looked down at Roach, her face almost blank for a few seconds before breaking back into a smile.

“They won’t cancel,” she stated, without question or uncertainty. Her eyes bore into the faces of the two men, cheerful yes intense. “You’ll attend, won’t you?”

“We’ll see,” Seaborne assured her, but it was an empty promise. With any hope he and Roach would be well out of town before any of the festivities began. “The check?”

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Even the blessing of a freshly caffeinated mind couldn't make the next blow any less disheartening. As Darrell gave Seaborne the news about the car, the agent almost lost it completely.

“What do you mean you can't fix it?!” he yelled, his face growing red. Roach moved to grab his arm, but Seaborne pulled it away before he got the chance. “What's wrong with it?” Darrell didn't flinch; he barely blinked as the other man raged before him.

“Needs a new V-belt,” he explained. “Needs to be special ordered. Ain't got none in the shop.”

“It's okay,” Roach offered, trying to keep up beat. “We’ll find another way. We can call a cab.”

“Phones don't work,” Darrell noted. A vein pulsed in Seaborne’s head.

“All the phones?” he asked. “There has to be a working phone somewhere in this town.”

“Maybe someone can give us a ride?” Roadhouse suggested. “Is there a bus station?” The mechanic shook his head.

“Ain't none fer miles,” he told them. “And no one is gonna give y'all a ride in this fog.” He glanced out into the white distance. “S’not safe.” Seaborne looked like he wanted to throttle the mechanic but he kept his clenched fists at his sides. Throttling civilians wasn't very professional.

“So what do you suggest we do?” he asked, holding on to his last shred of patience.

“Marble’s got rooms,” Darrell pointed out, nodding towards the direction of the hotel.

“Are you fu-”

“I can overnight it,” the mechanic interrupted, still maintaining the same casual tone. “Get it tomorrow and fix it then.” Roach stepped between the other two men and patted Seaborne on his chest.

“That doesn't sound bad,” he tried, hoping his friend would let it go. “We can stay one night and head out tomorrow. Think of it as a vacation,” he continued, seeing the annoying gaze on Seaborne’s face turn on him. “We don't have any pressing engagements back home and the fog should be gone by tomorrow. Maybe we can just relax, maybe go to the festival if it ever happens. Whaddya say?” His partner pondered this, mostly contemplating his utter lack of options, before letting out a dejected sigh.

It seemed as though they didn’t have any choice.

~ ~ ~

Miss Marble was quite happy to see the two gentlemen, but the feeling wasn’t exactly mutual. Roach did his best to make up for his partner’s sour mood and luckily the sweet lady didn’t seem to notice either way.

“I have two East facing rooms right across the hall from one another,” she told them, looking over her key collection. “Or would you prefer just one? I’m afraid I don’t have any double rooms left. I have a few with one queen sized bed…”

“The two rooms with be fine,” Seaborne interjected. They never had shared a bed; the shorter agent insisted they always have either two beds or separate rooms. While he never explained his preferences, Roach always just let it happen. There was no way that he could understand that his partner and best friend simply didn’t trust his unconscious self. Not where Roach was concerned. “Non-smoking.”

“Of course, dear.” Miss Marble handed over the two keys. “Second floor by the vending machines.” Wanting to make sure the room was clean enough, Seaborne headed up to check it out without so much as a thank you. Roach, of course, followed suit but did offer a short thanks.

“I haven't seen any staff,” he man noted on their way down the hall and towards the closest stairs to the second floor. “Do you think she cleans the rooms by herself?”

“Even a small hotel this size needs some sort of staff,” Seaborne guessed. “Just because we haven't seen them doesn’t mean they don’t exist.” Their rooms were directly across from one another, as promised. They paused by the first one and Seaborne unlocked the door. It was an old fashioned lock, like one would find in a house, not like the electronic scanners he was used to seeing in present day modern buildings. Inside was a decent sized room with a twin bed on the left wall flanked by matching nightstands. Above the short headboard hung a rather disturbing portrait of an unconscious (or possibly distraught) woman laid out on her back. A monster, like a brown trollish creature, was sitting on top of her, while a horse looking in from behind a curtain. Seaborne leaned over to read the signature in the bottom left corner: ‘J. H. Fuseli’.

“Charming,” he noted sardonically. After thinking about it for a second, he grabbed the frame of the painting and removed it from the wall.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m not looking at this while I’m staying here,” Seaborne explained. “I’m sure as hell not letting it watch me sleep.” Opening the room’s closet, he slid the offending art inside and shut the folded doors in front of it. Next he went to check out the small bathroom, mostly to make sure that there wasn’t any more strange artwork to be found. It looked fairly normal, aside from the blank space where a mirror might hang. The dull pink paint was faded and worn. The tiny shower was in a similar state, with water stains on the back wall and floor. Seaborne turned his lip up at the sight, noticing internally not to take a shower while staying here.

Once they cursory inspection of the room was complete, the two men headed across the hall to Roach’s room and it looked nearly identical in appearance. The furniture was a complete match, down to the ugly yellow and white curtains, but the picture over the bed was different. Instead of a macrame painting of a demonic creature and a woman, it was a very artistic rendering of the X-Files ‘I want to believe’ poster. Roach grinned.

“I used to love that show,” he commented. “Man. I hear they’re renewing the series…”

“Very eclectic tastes they have here,” Seaborne noted, shuffling back towards his room. His partner followed close behind, eager to head back into the fog now that there was time to investigate. Back in the first room, Seaborne didn’t seem to want to go anywhere. He slipped off his suit jacket and slung it over the end of the bed. He un-holstered his pistol, setting it inside the drawer of the nightstand, then removed the gun harness from his torso.

“I was thinking we can charge our phones and then head out and get some pictures of the fog,” Roach suggested as Seaborne undid his tie. “The waitress told me about her uncle who- Are you taking a nap?” With a charming smile and a gentle nod, Seaborne slipped out of his shoes and flopped onto the bed, spread eagle.

“You got to sleep in the car, Roach,” he explained. “You go ahead and explore. I’m gonna try and get some winks, okay?” Adjusting his head perfectly on the pillow, he closed his eyes. Roach’s shoulders slumped; he was looking forward to doing some old fashioned investigating with his best friend, but he couldn't blame him for wanting to take a break. Plus, he looked so content lying there, Roach hated to make him get up.

“I’m going to head to the library; pay Cindy’s uncle a visit,” Roach told him. “I’ll be back before too long, an' then maybe we can have supper.” Without opening his eyes, Seaborne chuckled.

“You just ate and you’re thinking about food?”

“I’m not hungry now, but I will be. Just planning ahead.” With one last goodbye, Roach headed out, closing the door behind him. He didn’t see the last squinting glance of his friend watching him leave, and the sweet, knowing smile on his face.

‘You dork,’ Seaborne thought, ignoring the swell of love in his heart.

~ ~ ~

Before heading out Roach made sure to plug his phone charger into the wall behind his nightstand. Hopefully by the time he got back it would be charged enough to make a phone call. He didn’t expect to be gone very long but, then again, nothing in this town had gone has expected so far.

The library was on the far end of town, past the courthouse and police station. It was a grand building, well over four stories tall with massive pillars out front and all the windows were tinted grey. Like the rest of the town there didn’t seem to be any people about, nearby or on the steps of the place, but Roach just figured people weren’t big on reading here. The large oak double doors opened into a moderately sized lobby, with marbled floors and paneled walls and a large C-shaped counter in the center. It was almost completely bare, save for a single bell at one end that looked suspiciously identical to the one at the hotel. There wasn’t a person insight so Roach shrugged to himself and rung the bell.

After a second or two, a face peered around the wide archway at the back of the room. Roach wondered why he hadn’t noticed the opening before. It led to a large room beyond, no doubt the actual library section of the building. The face, small and beady-eyed, seemed to belong to a short man with wild, greying hair. He seemed very surprised to see someone in the lobby. As his gaze traveled up the length of Roach’s incredible height, his eyes grew even wider.

“Hello?” Roach greeted, friendly but confused. The man jumped at the sound, looking around as if trying to find the source of this trick before him. Finally he snuck out from the other room, hunched slightly and holding his arms close to his chest.

“Y-you’re real?” he stammered, uncertain. “Are you real?”

“I am,” the agent assured him. He patted his torso for emphasis. “Solid and sturdy. Name’s Roach.” The tiny man scooted towards the counter. Really there wasn’t a better word for how he moved. His feet didn’t seem to leave the ground as they slid, one after the other, along the smooth surface. His eyes flickered around the room, wide and paranoid. They didn’t stop until his feet did, focusing on Roach’s face like a pair of lasers. “Are you the librarian?”

“I don’t know you,” he said, more to himself than Roach.

“Uh, don’t think so. Me and my partner just arrived today.” This news seemed to startle the man all over again, making his eyes glance around the room once more, his head kept completely still.

“There’s another one?” Before Roach could do more than nod the man continued. “Why did you come here?”

“Well our car broke down just outside of town,” Roach began. “I came here because your niece-” The stranger made a surprised grunt and took a step back. Roach was a bit at a loss for words. “Something wrong?”

“I don’t have a niece,” he stated.

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