salvadore_hart | (Archive) the not, not a time-traveler's wife au

Making sure I have saved editions of some of my tumblr writing that hasn't made the cut to be put on AO3. This is a 200 word sprint I did for off of the Jason/Shiro look-a-like meme that empires and I talked about.

quick 200 word sprint, for @paperempires (gosh hi, we talked about this forever ago. Don’t mind me), a small rarepair crossover. maybe I’ll expand it someday?

the not, not a time-traveler's wife au
Jason hears a pop from inside his apartment, and he goes still in the middle of unlocking the door.

It was like a firecracker going off - the small kind that families buy and set of in the streets during the fourth of July. But Jason tenses at the sound. He knows that sound as something else, something more specific and not so jovial. It’s only happened a few times, but each time has been worse than the last.

His arm tightens around the paper grocery bag. The paper crinkles and the sound is so loud as his body tenses for a fight and he strains to hear more beyond the door. But there’s nothing.

Jason sets his groceries down beside the door, leaving them in the hall so he can reach for his gun. Carefully he opens the door.

And it’s who Jason expected, but they look so much worse than he could’ve anticipated. There’s long overgrown hair, and stubble. Dark stains on a ragged, useless over-shirt speaks of unattended wounds. And Jason is moving toward him. There’s hard to miss fear that flashes across weary features, but Jason doesn’t stop.

“Jesus, Shiro,” Jason breathes. “What happened to you?”