Title: Fallen

Author: Debb

Disclaimer: They can't prove anything!

Warnings: None. kinda creepy, but that might be my ego talking. It's also P/K. I swear.

Archive, sure, why not. PK Elite only, please. I'd hate for people to get confused.

This is dedicated to adam, because i was inspired by his fic "Ethereal Realms".

Fallen

He stood alone in a featurless white room. No, not a room. There was no ceiling, no walls. Just white, as far as the eye could see.

"Hello?" he called out. He couldn't make his voice work; no sound came from his mouth, but the air around him echoed with his words.

He turned another circle, then looked down at himself for reassurance; the only spot of color in this... place. He was pale, and garbed in white, but his hands seemed to glow against the background glare.

He started walking. He wasn't sure why, exactly. There didn't seem to be anywhere to go, certainly, and he wasn't looking... looking? There was something missing. He couldn't remember...

"Hello," echoed around him again, even though he hadn't said it this time. Hadn't even thought it. At least, he didn't think he had. He stopped to listen. A returning echo, maybe? Still...

"Who are you?" He demanded. The thought seemed to vanish even as it echoed around him. There was only silence in reply.

He began walking again, watching his feet swing back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm. After a while, he realized that he was moving very slowly. Was that because there was nowhere to go? But if that were the case, why walk at all?

He had to keep walking. Something prodded gently at him, reminding him that he was looking for something. What was he looking for? He didn't need anything any more. He was free.

No! Not free. There was something, deep down inside of him that tied him to this place.

He didn't need anything. He didn't want anything. Only silence, and peace, and freedom from the pain. He already had these things.

He needed to find something.

"What do you want from me?" He shouted into the silence. The echoes rolled back toward him, resounding louder and louder and mixing with another shouted "Who are you?" until they became an ominous hiss of white noise.The floor rumbled beneath him and he began to run, stumbling over his own feet, falling to the floor with a cry of pain. Pain? They'd said there was no pain. Was this punishment?

He staggered to his feet, running again, suddenly frightened. The floor began swaying; tilting, and he slammed into it, screaming as bone shattered on impact. He dragged himself forward, crawling now, and suddenly there were boots before him; white, like his own. He looked up into the shining face; painfully colorful after so much of the void. A pale hand was offered to him, and brilliant eyes asked a question; demanded a decision. He wasn't beyond help. Not yet. Stay here, alone? Or go on together.

He knew what his decision would be. What it had to be. He reached upward, staring into those glowing eyes.

end.