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[#001] Strength Means Blessed with an Enemy (The Magicians - TV)
Theme Prompt: #001 – Second Chances
Title: Strength Means Blessed with an Enemy
Fandom: The Magicians (TV)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 826
Summary: Jane Chatwin has never been one to bow to the whims of men who believed themselves to be more powerful than her.
Jane Chatwin has never been one to bow to the whims of men who believed themselves to be more powerful than her. If Ember wanted to banish Martin from Fillory, she would find a way around it. If Christopher Plumber wanted to search for magic, she would find ways to hide it from him.
And if Martin wanted to let the world burn, to use Fillory for his own ends and destroy himself in the process, then she would find a way to put a stop to it.
Each plan she puts into place, however, he manages to find some loophole. She watches as her brother twists himself more and more into a monster, more and more into someone, something, so that he becomes Martin Chatwin in name only. One on one, she never manages to be as successful as she would have liked to be. When Quentin and Julia arrive, she starts to believe that there’s hope in there, somewhere.
That hope is dashed, just briefly, when the throne room at Whitespire is bathed red with blood and all of those pieces of hope are now dead. Horrifically, brutally, and incredibly dead.
The soft blue of the Fillorian sky almost seems dulled now, in comparison to what it once, in addition to the yellows and reds of the fall tinged trees. She makes her escape through the woods, hoping that once she gets close enough to the Clock Barrens, she’ll be able to do what she needs to do. She fishes the watch Ember gave her out of her pocket and begins to twist the dial.
Yes, a second chance is clearly the answer. Time to start over again from the beginning.
- - - - - -
“One more time, Henry.”
“I’ve heard you say that phrase nearly forty, Jane.” Fogg’s eyes looked heavy from his place at the desk across from her, still Dean even though in this timeline, Brakebills has been defunct for years. “How many more will I hear it until all of this is done?”
“Until it is done!” The words burst from her with the fury of someone who isn’t finished yet, who knows their role in the world and will not rest until it is completed. Ember and Umber are useless, the rest of the gods have nowhere to reach out to, and all she can do now is keep working the problem until it is completed.
It’s all she has left in this world, and she will not stop until it is done.
She pushes up to her feet, making her way over to the bar to pour herself a drink, and pauses before bringing it to her lips. “I think I’ve cracked the code this time.”
“Oh really? And what solution do you have this time?”
“Julia.” She takes a deep breath, before turning around to face him again. “Julia doesn’t attend Brakebills.”
The look on his face resembles that of someone who’s been slapped. “Julia was … is my most promising student. The strongest one of all of them. And you think we should just deny her magic?”
“If you believe that simply not allowing her access to Brakebills is denying Julia magic, then I think you don’t know her as well as you claim to, Henry.” She knows it’s not that. She knows that it’s more than Julia simply being the most promising, it’s her being Fogg’s favorite, a kindred spirit in the Knowledge discipline that only comes around once in a blue moon and in this particular timeline she is taking that from him, but at this point, Jane doesn’t know what else to try. “She’ll find her way. She’ll become stronger. And when the time is right, this will finally be done.”
Fogg looks away from her, and she sighs before taking another step forward, resting her hands on his.
“One last second chance. It may be all we need.”
Fogg’s eyes are weary, worn as he looks up at her. “There’s no way that I can stop you, is there?”
“If this chance means that your students live, wouldn’t it be worth it?”
“How much is that worth if I continue to see them die?”
It’s a question that weighs on her, time and time again, but in the end, the only answer seems to be to push forward. “Never know until we see them live.”
- - - - - -
Turns out, it is the last second chance after all.
Jane doesn’t get to see the world make it to the other side of Martin’s cruelty. She doesn’t get to see how the dominoes fall, and the world may not be a better place than when it started. But in the end, the deed is done, and that’s all that really matters in the end.
The goal is achieved, the war is stopped, and for the most part, the students live.
That has to be worth something, doesn’t it?
Title: Strength Means Blessed with an Enemy
Fandom: The Magicians (TV)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 826
Summary: Jane Chatwin has never been one to bow to the whims of men who believed themselves to be more powerful than her.
Jane Chatwin has never been one to bow to the whims of men who believed themselves to be more powerful than her. If Ember wanted to banish Martin from Fillory, she would find a way around it. If Christopher Plumber wanted to search for magic, she would find ways to hide it from him.
And if Martin wanted to let the world burn, to use Fillory for his own ends and destroy himself in the process, then she would find a way to put a stop to it.
Each plan she puts into place, however, he manages to find some loophole. She watches as her brother twists himself more and more into a monster, more and more into someone, something, so that he becomes Martin Chatwin in name only. One on one, she never manages to be as successful as she would have liked to be. When Quentin and Julia arrive, she starts to believe that there’s hope in there, somewhere.
That hope is dashed, just briefly, when the throne room at Whitespire is bathed red with blood and all of those pieces of hope are now dead. Horrifically, brutally, and incredibly dead.
The soft blue of the Fillorian sky almost seems dulled now, in comparison to what it once, in addition to the yellows and reds of the fall tinged trees. She makes her escape through the woods, hoping that once she gets close enough to the Clock Barrens, she’ll be able to do what she needs to do. She fishes the watch Ember gave her out of her pocket and begins to twist the dial.
Yes, a second chance is clearly the answer. Time to start over again from the beginning.
“One more time, Henry.”
“I’ve heard you say that phrase nearly forty, Jane.” Fogg’s eyes looked heavy from his place at the desk across from her, still Dean even though in this timeline, Brakebills has been defunct for years. “How many more will I hear it until all of this is done?”
“Until it is done!” The words burst from her with the fury of someone who isn’t finished yet, who knows their role in the world and will not rest until it is completed. Ember and Umber are useless, the rest of the gods have nowhere to reach out to, and all she can do now is keep working the problem until it is completed.
It’s all she has left in this world, and she will not stop until it is done.
She pushes up to her feet, making her way over to the bar to pour herself a drink, and pauses before bringing it to her lips. “I think I’ve cracked the code this time.”
“Oh really? And what solution do you have this time?”
“Julia.” She takes a deep breath, before turning around to face him again. “Julia doesn’t attend Brakebills.”
The look on his face resembles that of someone who’s been slapped. “Julia was … is my most promising student. The strongest one of all of them. And you think we should just deny her magic?”
“If you believe that simply not allowing her access to Brakebills is denying Julia magic, then I think you don’t know her as well as you claim to, Henry.” She knows it’s not that. She knows that it’s more than Julia simply being the most promising, it’s her being Fogg’s favorite, a kindred spirit in the Knowledge discipline that only comes around once in a blue moon and in this particular timeline she is taking that from him, but at this point, Jane doesn’t know what else to try. “She’ll find her way. She’ll become stronger. And when the time is right, this will finally be done.”
Fogg looks away from her, and she sighs before taking another step forward, resting her hands on his.
“One last second chance. It may be all we need.”
Fogg’s eyes are weary, worn as he looks up at her. “There’s no way that I can stop you, is there?”
“If this chance means that your students live, wouldn’t it be worth it?”
“How much is that worth if I continue to see them die?”
It’s a question that weighs on her, time and time again, but in the end, the only answer seems to be to push forward. “Never know until we see them live.”
Turns out, it is the last second chance after all.
Jane doesn’t get to see the world make it to the other side of Martin’s cruelty. She doesn’t get to see how the dominoes fall, and the world may not be a better place than when it started. But in the end, the deed is done, and that’s all that really matters in the end.
The goal is achieved, the war is stopped, and for the most part, the students live.
That has to be worth something, doesn’t it?
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