Octavian pulled Marcus from the crashed ship with all his strength. He settled him down on a tree close enough to them but far enough away from the wreckage. Octavian looked down when he noticed some sparks from the corner of his eye. Marcus’s arm was damaged from the wreckage.
“Sparky…. Hey Sparky, come on…” Octavian gently shook Marcus in attempts to wake him, “Come on Sparky don’t do this to me…” Marcus didn’t respond.
Octavian let him go and sat where he was, not moving from his spot as he tried to figure out what to do. He looked back over to the wreckage and hurried over. He coughed a little at the smoke, but it wasn’t enough to deter him from going inside. He came back out with a sleeping bag, his satchel, and the tools he saw Marcus use to fix his arm earlier.
Octavian propped up Marcus against the rolled up sleeping bag, dressed his wounds, and arranged his hand to he could fix it. Octavian opened up the panel, seeing that not only were the wires and screws messed up, but the crystal inside shattered as well. Octavian wiped the sweat from his brow and got straight to work. He carefully used tweezers to remove the shattered pieces and placed them on the lid of the tool kit. He would have to find a better place for them later.
His mind went to when they first met. Octavians plans failed and he had no where else to go. He ended up on the island where the Trojan War took place. He was sick from exhaustion and dehydration, unable to think clearly, possibly on the brink of death, he was lucky Marcus was there and kind enough to help.
Marcus helped him, despite himself being an agent. Marcus could’ve turned him in while he was weak, but he didn’t, and how did Octavian repay him? He left, still chasing that impossible dream, still trying to change the past, change the inevitable.
Octavian left late one night after a celebration. There was dancing, singing, merriment. He remembered Marcus pulling him into the dance. Octavian was hesitant, but Marcus was lively and joyous, so they danced.
Octavian loved him. He always did. Marcus could never replace Sheeba, but that was something Octavian accepted. Sheeba was gone, she was never coming back. Even though Octavian accepted that fact, he still had a very hard time being okay with it. She was his best friend, his lifeline. He almost destroyed the whole world for her. Now she was gone for good, and there will be an emptiness in his heart for her for the rest of his life.
If only he came to terms with that before he came back to the Trojan settlement. He was happy to see Marcus again, of course, but things didn’t go exactly as expected.
Marcus wasn’t Marcus, but a brother. As soon as he saw him, his brother immediately reported his presence, and Octavian was captured.
Octavian was forced to go with the actual Marcus to fix the mess he made. Marcus was much colder towards Octavian. He didn’t blame him.
Octavian finished fixing the arm and searched the toolkit for another crystal, finding none. He reached into his shirt and pulled out his own from around his neck. He broke it off the chain and placed it into the power cell. The hand powered up, and Octavian closed the panel.
Marcus still hadn’t awoken. Octavians heart sank. He reached over and brushed back stray stand of hair from his face. His hand lingered on Marcus’s cheek as he lowered his head, fighting back tears, “C’mon, Sparky…. Marcus I can’t lose you too.”
Marcus’s eyes fluttered open. He groaned as a wave of dizziness passed over him. He then noticed the hand on his cheek, Octavians hand.
Marcus’s hand rose up to meet his, entwining their fingers together. Octavian noticed and looked up at him.
“Marcus…” Octavian choked out before flinging himself to hug him. Octavian pulled him closer and buried his face in his shoulder.
Marcus was taken aback by the sudden action, but nonetheless returned the favor. Marcus turned his head to nuzzle Octavians neck and sighed.
“I love you.” Octavian murmured, hugging him tighter. Marcus couldn’t help but smile, “Me to… Even then, I did.”