A.N - First Librarians fanfiction; I just felt I needed to write something in honor of the season finale. I was interested in the different universes, and I figured I should write the scenes all three had in common; I hope you like it. I am also considering writing a short story where Morgan le Fay visits Jenkins in the Annex - even if the show says he's Galahad, which doesn't make sense since Galahad was Lancelot's son, I am certain that Jenkins is actually Merlin.
Anyway, enjoy.
She is dying.
There is a sword in her gut and blood on her hands – her blood, leaking from her own wound. She brings a hand to her face, almost fascinated by how red it is, drenched in life.
"Evie, Evie! Come on, don't do this to me!" Jacob pleads as he leans over her, looking stricken. She smiles. Jacob, who now will live. She has done her job: protect the Librarian. The Library is safe, and so is Jacob.
"Evie," he whispers, ten years' worth of love and joy and passion in the way he says her name. It's okay, she wants to tell him. It's okay. And it is. She has only done what she has always known she would. To die protecting her precious Librarian is her duty, her destiny, her fate –
...
She is dying.
She thinks she should cry out when Zeke pulls out the sword out, messily and rushed – unbecoming in a Librarian but so Ezekiel – but she hardly makes a sound. She feels content even as she sees her hands stained red with her own blood. She almost feels like giggling – she feels triumphant, for taking the sword instead of Zeke. She would never have forgiven herself if the boy who has become a son to her got hurt because of her ineptness.
"Eve," Zeke says, voice cracking. "Eve, don't leave me. I - I can't do this without you." Slowly she shakes her head, but she's not sure if she's saying she can't not leave him, or if he can absolutely do this without her. Maybe she means both. After all, she's simply the Guardian; it's always been her fate to die –
...
She is dying.
The blood drips down her side, hot and sticky; her breathing is labored. She looks over at Cassandra, who appears stunned. She closes her eyes, relieved. The Librarian and the Library are safe. She has done her duty.
"Eve..." She opens her eyes as Cassandra trails off, obviously at a loss. Cassandra always has a plan, an answer, a course of action. This situation must be frying her brain.
"Eve, I...I'm so sorry," the Librarian says after a while, eyes welling with tears. "I – I didn't see; I should have seen –"
If she could speak, she would reassure the other woman that this isn't her fault. After all, everyone has to die, and if she does so by defending that which she loves most, she is satisfied. She will bow to fate's decision –
...
She is dying.
She can hardly believe it. After everything they've been through, she is still going to die. Blood seeps from her wound into the stream; the water is cold as is flows around her.
Vaguely she is aware of Jenkins fighting off Lancelot - really, she should have figured this out so long ago, what with the Crown of Arthur, the name Dulaque, Excalibur - and Flynn weaving the Loom back together. At least everything will be set right, and Stone, Cassandra, and Jones will be back together and Flynn back in his role as Librarian. At least she'll have died for a good cause.
It is her fate to be killed in service of the Library and the Librarian - Librarians, because she has grown so close to the three people now hovering over her, mourning her loss; she can leave this world happy knowing it is the right world -
...
She is drinking, weakly swallowing whatever liquid Flynn is jamming down her throat.
...
She is living.
"I was supposed to die," she gasps as she comes to, looking at Flynn in amazement. He smiles, relieved.
"I don't believe in fate," he replies.