Accidental Man of Mystery » Arthur King

King of the Worlds : The Library of Absolute Truth

Arthur Conan Smith — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 18:41:46 +0000

Don’t know where this goes yet. Late season five.

Welcome to the Library of Absolute Truth., the sign reads.
“Christ. Is that..”
“Yes, Lucy, that’s Comic Sans, move on.” His long hair breezes past his face as the wind moves through the opening doors.
“It’s just.. What year did you say this was?”
“12-Δ-67.”
“Twelve Delta Sixty-Seven?”
“Different reality, different calendar system, different planet, so many possible reasons.”
“Sure, sure. It’s… We’re in a different reality, and here I am, finding Comic Sans on the front door of a library. I like you and your Hallway, but I’m not sure this ain’t Hell!”

King of the Worlds : Hibernation (3 selected scenes)

Arthur Conan Smith — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 16:37:19 +0000

“Do I know you?” They both say it at the same time. He does, but doesn’t know it, and she doesn’t, and does.
“What’s your–”
“Name? Arthur. Arthur King.” He awkwardly fiddles with his hair.
“Weekley. Penelope Weekley.”

“Now, this’ll likely.. be really weird. So..” He takes a skeleton key from a chain around his neck.
“I’m sure I can..” He opens the door. “Jesus.”
“It’s, uhm, always been here. Since before I moved in.”
“This..” She turns away from it. “I can’t look at it. What the hell is that?”
“It’s my Hallway. It, uh, allows me to do what I do.”
“What the hell do you do that you need a fucking infinite hallway for to do?”
“Come.” He grabs her hand. “Just keep looking at the wall, you’ll be okay.”
He puts her in front of the closest door, which has the number 392 written on it in white crayon, and under it, in green, a checkmark.
“Open it.”
“You open it.”

“You have.. other worlds in your hallway?”
“Other worlds, other places, other times. The Hallway’s all over the continuum. Found a world once where the Nazis won the second World War. They were in the middle of a third before I showed up.”
“We were in London. London 2007.” She points outside. “Those are the World Trade Center towers!”
“This is the Sixties.” He says it like it explains everything.
“How far does that hallway go?”
“I don’t know. Never got to the end. Tried to, though. Nearly starved.”
“But you’ve numbered them. What’s the highest number you’ve marked and why was number 392 at the front?” She remembers to sip her coffee, which is already cold.
“I have a list. The highest number I’ve marked is 62349. 392 is the first one, now, because they switch around when you’re not looking.”
“What’s the weirdest thing you’ve found?”
“Planet of the Elvises.”
“Found any places we’d consider fictional?”
“Tons of’m.”
“So everything ever.. is real?”
“Even the Hundred Acre Wood. Could take you there.”
Her eyes light up. “You..”
“If we can find it. Off the top of my head it’s.. number 7439.”

King of the Worlds : “Take Me With You”

Arthur Conan Smith — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 21:09:53 +0000

Set, for Penelope, immediately after her appearance at the end of ‘Snowglobe’, and for Arthur, obviously, quite some time after leaving her behind at the end of the upcoming season finale, ‘Jest’.

Just because they’re my own characters doesn’t mean I don’t get to write fanfiction about them.

“Penny.” I can hear him grin.
“Arthur.”
“Hey.”
“Is it really.. do you know me?”
He looks confused.
“What’re you talking about?”
“You.. you just left here. Talking about needing to forget.. me. About not knowing me yet.”
“Ah. Well, clearly it worked. So.”
“So.”
“Why’re you here?”
A tear finds it’s way out of my eye and to my chin.
“I.. Arthur.”
He just looks at me.
“Please.” Tears are streaming down my face as I begin to consider what his rejection would do to me.. “Please.” And then he hugs me. My face dives into his shoulder.
“You chose to leave, Penny.”
He grabs my shoulders and sees my tired face in the light of the moon. “What happened to you, you silly girl?”
“I.. Arthur.. I can’t..” The words are stuck in my throat, and I hug him again. “I missed you. So much.”
“Take me with you.” I look him straight in the eyes, with some difficulty because the tears keep coming, “Please.”