Title: Sea of Glass

Author: iwomans_sister

Disclaimer: Yadda, yadda, yadda... You know how it goes. I don't own em. Please don't sue.

Spoilers: WAY too many to count! Basically, almost every eppy.

Genre: Angst

Rating: PG-13

Authors Note: It's 1:30 am. I couldn't sleep and I saw my computer on and couldn't resist the urge to torture Darien. What can I say, I have to vent my anger in one way or another. :)

*A special thank you to my magnificent Beta Reader, liz_Z! Without her my fics are nothing!*


Sea of Glass 1/?

Darien turned another corner, then another. Everywhere he went was just another dead end or another corner leading to a previous one he'd already taken. He was lost. He was stuck. He was stranded. He couldn't remember how he had gotten here, and because he couldn't remember how he had gotten here he didn't know how to get out.

The room started spinning around him, making him dizzy and confused. For a brief moment he thought he'd forgotten where he was; then he remembered he hadn't known in the first place. He couldn't remember how long he'd been here. Minutes? Hours? Days? He couldn't remember anything before being here. Thinking hard he tried to remember something, anything.

Kevin. He remembered seeing Kevin here. Somewhere, though he couldn't remember where, or when, for that matter. But he knew that his brother had been there. Maybe was still here. "Kev? It's me, Darien. I want out now!" Maybe it was one of Kevin's weird experiments. Yes, that's what it was. His brother was just studying something. Something about Darien.

A sharp pain raged inside of him. His brother was using him as a human guinea pig. "Kevin, I know you can hear me. Where are you?" He was greeted with nothing but silence. Maybe it wasn't an experiment after all? Surely Kevin would have let him out of this dark prison of nothingness by now. Where was he? Where was his brother?


He turned, glancing from right to left. Where had the voice come from? Darien took a left turn around another corner. It was one big maze leading to nowhere.


His head snapped backwards and he turned back around the way he had just come.


No one was there. But surely that was the direction the voice had come from. He heard it. He hadn't imagined it, had he? His mind could have been playing tricks on him. Yes, that's what it was. No one was around and his mind was giving him something to do while he tried to stay sane. But if that was the case, he wasn't staying sane. He was hearing voices.


"What do you want?" He asked, hoping it would answer back. It was the only thing he could think of doing at the time. Answering back to the obscure person the voice was coming from. Maybe the person had a gland? No, that wasn't possible. Unless his was missing. Darien quickly felt the back of his head with his hand, letting out a sigh of relief to notice that no hair was missing and the old scar was just that. Old.


"I asked you, what do you want?"

This time the voice answered back, to Darien's surprise. "For you to fight."

"Fight what?"


Darien dropped to his knees in despair. He was getting nowhere fast. In fact, almost nowhere at all. Who was calling his name? And whoever it was, why were they doing this to him? He felt alone and stranded. Helpless.


Darien let the tears fall as the mysterious voice continued to call his name. Taunting him. Testing him. For what? He didn't know what he was supposed to fight for, but it didn't matter. Whatever it was, he wasn't strong enough to fight for it anyway.

"Stand up, Darien."

His head snapped up and he looked at the man in front of him. Darien couldn't see the man's face because of the lighting. It was dreadfully dark in the room, and even though his eyes had long since adjusted, he couldn't seem to make out the features of the mans face.

"I said stand up!" The mans voice boomed with veiled authority and Darien recognized not only the tone, but the voice itself.

"Kevin!" He yelled, standing to his feet. He wanted to grab his brother in a hug, pretend that he had never died. Pretend that he was real. But this was a dream. It had to be. He looked at his brothers face, but saw... Nothing. He was greeted by cruel nothingness. It was his brother's voice, but that was all. "Kevin,


"Darien, I came to talk to you. I need you to fight."

"Fight what, Kevin?"

Suddenly his brother was no longer his brother. Almost as fast as his brother had appeared he was gone. Darien jumped backwards as horror filled him.

"What's the matter, Darien?" Came the voice of his brother. But he was no longer faceless. He was Arnaud. Arnaud with Kevin's voice. "Darien, you don't look so good... Maybe I should..."

"No! I'm okay. What... What happened to you?"

"What do you think happened, Fawkes?"

Darien was startled yet once again. This time the voice wasn't his brother's. It matched the face. It was his mortal enemy. "What do you want, Arnaud?"

"To see you suffer."

"Haven't I suffered enough?"

Arnaud waited to reply, as if he was musing over the answer. "Probably. But I do enjoy a good show."

"Oh, is that what all this is? A show? You killed my brother just for a show!?!"

"Now, now, Fawkes. Don't get snippy with me. I have the power to make your life a living hell."

"You've already done that, Arnaud!" Darien retorted.

"Yes, and while that may be true, I have the power to make it even more so." He replied, his Swiss-French accent thick.

"Do you just take pleasure in watching people suffer or something?"

"Something like that, yes."

Darien couldn't take it anymore. He reached for Arnaud throat and starting choking him, but yelped in surprise as the face changed to Claire. Immediately he let go. "Claire, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." He said, looking down at the ground.

A maniacal laugh greeted him and he looked back up to see that the person in front of him was now Hobbes.

"What's so funny?" He dared to ask.

"You are, my friend." He broke out in insane laughter again. "You should have seen your face when you thought I was Claire. It was priceless."

"Who are you?" Darien asked, flat out to the point.

"Nothing and no one. And yet, still everyone." Hobbes turned into Allianora and continued speaking. "I can be anyone I want to be, but at the same time not be anyone at all." Then Allianora turned into Darien's father, Mason Fawkes. Then his mother, Sarah, then

of all people Jared Stark. And the laughing continued.

Darien knew he was going insane. There was no other reasoning, no other explanation. He was going insane. He wondered what color his eyes would be if he looked into a mirror. "What do you want from me?" He asked, almost begging for an answer.

"I already told you... I want you to fight!"

"FIGHT WHAT!?!" Darien yelled to the person who was now Casey O'Claire. Then Kate Easton, then Father Tom. This thing in front of him, whatever it was, was good at making him extremely pissed off.

It turned back into Kevin, "You'll understand." With that said it vanished. Leaving him alone in his own little hell again. But this time complete darkness surrounded him, nothing but blackness. And once again, nothingness. And then from somewhere he saw light. A small sliver of light among the darkness that engulfed him. Where was it coming from? He had no idea. But as the seconds passed it was getting brighter... Until... Until he opened up his eyes.