POI fic: The Spy, the Geek, and the Wardrobe
TITLE: POI fic - The Spy, the Geek, and the Wardrobe
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Narnia crossover
It seemed that this would be the end. They were surrounded by their enemies, who would soon be storming the library. Really, they had been at this much longer than Reese would have expected when they first started. Finch had wiped the hard drives, and Reese could ensure no further evidence by rigging a few grenades and some explosives. “
“If you have another way in and out of here, now is the time.”
“A rather unconventional one. You will have to trust me, Mr. Reese.” John followed Finch to the room Finch had converted for his own use. He was surprised when Finch went over and opened the doors to an antique wardrobe.
“Finch, I don’t think hiding in here will fool the bad guys. Or protect us when those grenades go off.”
“I disagree Mr. Reese. This rather exceptional wardrobe has been with my family for a long time. We have always been adept at keeping secrets. Now come along Mr. Reese.” With that Finch shoved aside some of the suits and stepped in.
Thinking the stress had made Finch lose it, John lunged forward to grab him while frantically trying to think of a way to save them both from their current predicament. John was surprised when he grasped nothing but the fine fabric of Harold’s empty suits. He stepped into the wardrobe, thinking it must be deeper than it looked but was surprised when he couldn’t touch the back. “Must be a secret passageway” he mused, although going over the layout of the rooms in his mind he couldn’t see how that was possible. From its position in Harold’s room the wall against which the wardrobe stood would have a hallway on the other side. A muffled “whump” from behind him told John that his booby trap had been triggered.
Reese pressed onward trying to catch up to Harold. In the darkness he couldn’t see his surroundings, but it seemed as though he were pushing aside branches. At last he began to see a dim light ahead and finally he stepped out into a small clearing. Looking around, he saw nothing but trees and bushes, the only signs of civilization the archaic lamppost Finch was standing beside.
“You wondered why all your investigations into my past could never find any trace of my early years. This is why.” With a slight chuckle Finch continued “most children dream of a fantasy world to escape from their mundane life. I took the reverse path - I grew up in what would be considered a fantasy world, only crossing over into the so called ‘real world’ when an assassination plot threatened my life. I am afraid I didn’t adjust as well as I would have liked, as I found it difficult to adapt to the cultural differences. The threat to my life and betrayal leading to my flight also fueled my paranoia.”
Reese was finding this all hard to believe, but looking up at the sky showed star constellations that would have never appeared over New York, or even anywhere else on earth Reese had ever been. His bemusement was cut short when he heard a rustle in the bushes behind him and he quickly turned, placing himself in front of Finch and drawing his gun in case their pursuers had somehow managed to follow them down the rabbit hole. Reese wished he had brought his big gun when a large lion glided out from between the trees.
Finch surprised Reese yet again by taking hold of his arm and saying “No John, that isn’t necessary -- and would hardly be effective. Aslan is a friend” and then Finch sank awkwardly to one knee. “You honor us with your presence, Aslan“
John fidgeted for a moment, trying to meet the too perceptive gaze of the lion before breaking eye contact and dropping to one knee as well. The lion rumbled something between a chuckle and a purr before returning his gaze to Finch.
“Welcome back, Prince Harold. It seems you have learned much in your time away from us” and the lion leaned forward to lick Finch’s face. He then turned and started down the path leading from the lamppost while stating “Narnia has need of you both”.
Rising smoothly to his feet, Finch strode quickly after the lion. But he stopped and turned back toward Reese, a big smile on his face as he beckoned John forward with an outstretched hand.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Narnia crossover
It seemed that this would be the end. They were surrounded by their enemies, who would soon be storming the library. Really, they had been at this much longer than Reese would have expected when they first started. Finch had wiped the hard drives, and Reese could ensure no further evidence by rigging a few grenades and some explosives. “
“If you have another way in and out of here, now is the time.”
“A rather unconventional one. You will have to trust me, Mr. Reese.” John followed Finch to the room Finch had converted for his own use. He was surprised when Finch went over and opened the doors to an antique wardrobe.
“Finch, I don’t think hiding in here will fool the bad guys. Or protect us when those grenades go off.”
“I disagree Mr. Reese. This rather exceptional wardrobe has been with my family for a long time. We have always been adept at keeping secrets. Now come along Mr. Reese.” With that Finch shoved aside some of the suits and stepped in.
Thinking the stress had made Finch lose it, John lunged forward to grab him while frantically trying to think of a way to save them both from their current predicament. John was surprised when he grasped nothing but the fine fabric of Harold’s empty suits. He stepped into the wardrobe, thinking it must be deeper than it looked but was surprised when he couldn’t touch the back. “Must be a secret passageway” he mused, although going over the layout of the rooms in his mind he couldn’t see how that was possible. From its position in Harold’s room the wall against which the wardrobe stood would have a hallway on the other side. A muffled “whump” from behind him told John that his booby trap had been triggered.
Reese pressed onward trying to catch up to Harold. In the darkness he couldn’t see his surroundings, but it seemed as though he were pushing aside branches. At last he began to see a dim light ahead and finally he stepped out into a small clearing. Looking around, he saw nothing but trees and bushes, the only signs of civilization the archaic lamppost Finch was standing beside.
“You wondered why all your investigations into my past could never find any trace of my early years. This is why.” With a slight chuckle Finch continued “most children dream of a fantasy world to escape from their mundane life. I took the reverse path - I grew up in what would be considered a fantasy world, only crossing over into the so called ‘real world’ when an assassination plot threatened my life. I am afraid I didn’t adjust as well as I would have liked, as I found it difficult to adapt to the cultural differences. The threat to my life and betrayal leading to my flight also fueled my paranoia.”
Reese was finding this all hard to believe, but looking up at the sky showed star constellations that would have never appeared over New York, or even anywhere else on earth Reese had ever been. His bemusement was cut short when he heard a rustle in the bushes behind him and he quickly turned, placing himself in front of Finch and drawing his gun in case their pursuers had somehow managed to follow them down the rabbit hole. Reese wished he had brought his big gun when a large lion glided out from between the trees.
Finch surprised Reese yet again by taking hold of his arm and saying “No John, that isn’t necessary -- and would hardly be effective. Aslan is a friend” and then Finch sank awkwardly to one knee. “You honor us with your presence, Aslan“
John fidgeted for a moment, trying to meet the too perceptive gaze of the lion before breaking eye contact and dropping to one knee as well. The lion rumbled something between a chuckle and a purr before returning his gaze to Finch.
“Welcome back, Prince Harold. It seems you have learned much in your time away from us” and the lion leaned forward to lick Finch’s face. He then turned and started down the path leading from the lamppost while stating “Narnia has need of you both”.
Rising smoothly to his feet, Finch strode quickly after the lion. But he stopped and turned back toward Reese, a big smile on his face as he beckoned John forward with an outstretched hand.