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Great Minds Think Alike	By : LadyScale Category: DC Verse Comics > Watchmen Views: 1141 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Watchmen or Fantastic Four,nor do I make any profit from writing this fic.

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Title: "Great Minds Think Alike"

Genres: Romance, Sci-Fi, Spiritual

Characters/Pairing: Dr. Manhattan (Jon)/The Silver Surfer

Fandom(s): Watchmen and Fantastic 4 crossover.

Summary: Two stars, unreachable and cold for so long, can now keep one another warm.

Disclaimer: I don't own Watchmen or Fantastic Four, they belong to their respective companies.
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Jon really didn’t know what to expect of the newcomer. Right now he stood on the glass floor of the monument he formed on the surface of Mars, watching the night sky that of stars which didn’t twinkle. There, he sensed something which to most others would go unnoticed or couldn’t even see up in the darkness – not a meteor or an asteroid, the molecular structure and frequency was all wrong, and there was no trace of vaporizing gasses, burning nitrogen, or iron and ice. To him in fact, it contrasted so much with the things that make up the nebulae, that it was practically a beacon.
3 minutes into the future he is hovering in space looking at the oddity. It possessed a frequency, yes – the universe itself had its own and everything in it was made entirely of wavelengths. No one can say things are made of matter and be the wiser – there was no true matter, for that too is merely a frequency. And in the universe one can denote that there can be two types of groups: ones which have wavelengths which stay rhythmic and stagnant until an outside factor changed them, and groupings of frequencies which move and oscillate on their own accord unpredictably, masters of their own creation.

The latter type is what many will say defines life itself.

The frequency of life…

And that which existed before him possesses it.
2 minutes and 18 seconds earlier, Jon observed the glittering ebony curtain above him, disturbed from his musings. So far, the only places he found to have such a miracle was within carbon-based beings. This one was different. Its own pattern of frequencies, its architect, chose something else entirely…

The architect planned the construction not thus be made to form atoms of oxygen and carbon – to mold frameworks of calcium and foundations of hydrogen bricks. No. The determined blueprint governed so arrays of atoms to be structured into metals which humanity has yet to name…
4 minutes and 49 seconds in the future found Doctor Manhattan witnessing the strange being before him. He could not stop from marveling… That “spark of life” which determines living things managing to coordinate the whole of atoms which defines the stranger fascinated him.
Back to the present, he watched the night sky, observing the tiny dot curiously before teleporting to the spot several miles in front of the arrival. The organism slowed from millions of miles per hours to zero in mere seconds stopping only a few feet in front of him, sporting an expression that could be best described as surprise.
They watched eachother silently. The newcomer looked similar to him – fit and muscular, though leaner, and shined like sterling silver, curved facets reflecting the blue glow he emitted in the obscure shroud of space. He stood upon a panel which appeared to be made of the same material as him.
30 minutes in the future he could see himself and the other hovering near Earth – the humanoid is sitting on his board, legs hanging over the edge and his head is leaning squarely against his palms, mind in utter confusion.

29 minutes and 9 seconds earlier, they watched eachother in silence until one of them dared to usher. “Who are you?” Jon asked.

“… The galaxy refers me as the Silver Surfer.” That was it – no word of the place of his genesis or the destination he was headed, and his face remained expressionless, eyes fixated on the alleged doctor with a cold gaze. Hmmm… Opening him up enough to talk would take a bit of persuasion.

“Many prefer to call me Doctor Manhattan, but some like to call me Jon. …my old home was on planet Earth.”

“Earth?” the surfer suddenly intrigued.
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The conversation went with the Silver Surfer asking Jon why he was unlike the others in his species, and if he was somehow affiliated with the four he came in contact on the planet, but which of course led him to ask of what four the other was referring to. With each of them trying to explain what they have been through on the same planet (information which was contradictory with one another, of course), confusion set in and suspicion on whether either one of them was lying. Dr. Manhattan knew, could sense his acquaintance wasn’t lying but the question remained whether he could prove to the Silver Surfer that he wasn’t. After all, he was eager to dispel any uncertainties and know more about this unique sentient being he found.
Managing to convince him to come back to investigate Earth and confirm his story, telepathically showing visuals from different areas, New York was indeed not a wreck as the Silver Surfer left it, nor did any of the other damage he managed to leave appeared. The chrome colored celestial being recalled his last moments, that of confronting his master and winning.
In the end, Jon came up with a theory which resulted in the turmoil now plaguing the other individual. “With such a large amount of energy focused on one point and discharging, a wormhole between parallel realities is entirely plausible.”
The silver individual stayed hunched on his board, trying to assimilate the newfound information. “Then… that means I have nothing to get back to. My home planet, my people, my soul-mate…” his voice was almost at the edge of quivering at the last remark “they don’t even exist here, I fathom. They never did…”
The being that of shimmering blue approached to face the Silver Surfer, and the latter, recollecting himself, stood up and gazed aimlessly into space, avoiding eye contact. Jon sensed a glimmer of something on that normally stoic face of polished chrome, and heard him say “I have no purpose anymore. I’ve become worthless…” in a hushed tone.
“Don’t ever say such a thing.” Dr. Manhattan placed his hands on the glimmering shoulders in what he vaguely remembered and hoped was a reassuring gesture, grabbing his attention. The proximity accentuated the blue tinting of his glow in the reflective surface of the other’s body. “Everything has a purpose. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. So fate led you here – then perhaps it must have something else in mind for your destiny. And this I must say, you are unique to me, my friend.” His hands slid from the shoulders to cup the head of its scintillating bearer.

“I’ve seen things come and go, but you are unlike anything else in the universe. Your existence is worth more than dozens of galaxies put together.” And in that moment as Jon gazed into the surfaces of those mirror-like eyes, though showing very little emotion, and reflecting everything they witnessed, he knew that they were more alike than they perceived it to be. And let it not be unsaid that life made silver knew this as well as he looked into the nebulae-white eyes that of Jon.
Both of them sentient beings alone in the cold void, both coming from worlds and existences far unlike the ones they find themselves in now. They could understand eachother.
The celestial of blue, still caught up in those few seconds, marveled at what’s discovered in his arms and tentatively eased in closer, silently asking, – begging - for permission. And by any forces which could not be thanked enough! Shining arms encircled him in acceptance, sterling silver lips parting.
Glimmering lips met luminous ones and sparks literally flew!
Flowing energy from one passed to the other and bolted back with greater power, stunning both of them. Jon didn’t feel anything much whenever he’d been kissed before but now it felt like every molecule in his body vibrated in elation! The Silver Surfer’s own body, naturally conductive of energy teemed with waves of lightning and appeared to radiate!
The working together of two things to produce an effect greater than the sum of their individual effects – this was synergy, pure and simple!
At last they parted, and in the vacuum of space words were whispered thus. “You are free to stay with me if you like.” spoke the being of energy. “There is no greater wish than this.” said the one mercurial one.
And they were both gone with a flash of light.
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