TIME & TIED: ESCALATION
ARC 2.1 - From the Past
PART 25b: MISSING PIECE 2
"Okay, sneaking up on one’s past self now officially ranks as one of the CREEPIEST moments EVER,” Luci stated, shuddering.
Frank shrugged helplessly. “It’s not like we could tell your prior self about the time machine. You're not supposed to learn about it until next August. Which is before it’s even discovered! Heck, my present day self knows about it, but we're not telling him about this either.”
The new Luci held up her hand. "Okay, okay, stop rationalizing,” she sighed. “This WAS my idea. Anyway, what's done is done, and so it had to be done again. Let's just... get my past self out of here before anything has a chance to go wrong.”
***
The next day found Luci Primrose arriving at school a full half hour early. She had spent a good deal of time the previous night looking back over her prior self's diary entries, to try and get herself back in the right frame of mind.
She only had twenty four hours here to find the information they needed in the future. Frank would be back in the park around 8:45 that night, for them to switch her back. And since he’d jumped there directly using time travel, they couldn’t change the plan now.
Not that there was much of a plan. They hadn’t had the time to come up with one. Fortunately, Luci still had a logical starting point, namely Carrie Waterson herself. Thus the reason behind her heading to the school's outdoor track, where the blonde teenager was bound to be running some morning laps, in order to attract attention.
Sure enough, Carrie was there, her form fitting lycra outfit netting her a small group of interested onlookers in the stands. Mostly male. Luci leaned up against the fence enclosing the track area and observed herself.
The blonde slowed as she completed her final lap, reaching back to pull out the ribbon holding back her hair. The long blonde tresses cascaded out behind her, finally settling over her shoulders after Carrie shook her head. There were a few whistles and a smattering of applause as Carrie paused to fire off a wink towards the observers.
Luci suppressed the urge to gag. "Forgot how much of a show off Carrie was last year,” she grumped. She hurried after the athletic blonde girl, entering the otherwise empty girls' locker room after her. "Carrie!" Luci called out. "Got a moment?"
Carrie turned. "Sure,” she said with a smile. "Let me guess, you were super impressed by my athletic ability, and want to learn just how I got to be so good? To be honest, a lot of it is natural talent. But I could give you some pointers if you and your friends put in a good word for me with Michelle... she's the girl in the forerunning for the position of cheerleader captain this year. I'm pushing to be captain myself by next year, actually!”
Luci bit her tongue to keep from making an immediate retort. "Actually," she said, "I was hoping you could answer a couple of questions for me about Julie."
"Oh," Carrie said, her smile vanishing. She shrugged. "Maybe. Why, who are you anyway?"
"Luci," Luci answered. "Luci Primrose. I'm new to the school but in your grade."
“Really? How'd that happen?" Carrie asked curiously as she began to peel out of her running outfit. Luci couldn't help but turn away at that; she really didn't need the blatant reminder of how little she'd developed in comparison with Carrie. Even if, despite the time travel, she was still younger than the blonde.
"I skipped Grade Nine," Luci answered, fixating upon a point near the corner of the room. “So do you think you'll be able to help me find out some information?”
"Depends what I'm getting out of it," the blonde replied.
Right. Grade Ten Carrie. Luci pursed her lips. “What were you thinking of?"
There was a pause, during which Luci heard the blonde head to the shower area and start the water running. "Well... are you in any athletic circles?" Carrie called out at last. "Because I can always use more cheerleading support."
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"You want more support, wear a better bra," Luci muttered.
"Pardon?"
Luci bit her tongue again. God, past Carrie was so self-centred! If only their Carrie were able to answer these questions... and remembering why that wasn’t possible immediately focussed Luci's attention back on the mission.
"Nothing. Look, I can't promise anything. But all I need is to find out who was working for the LaMilles when Julie was about nine years old. Do you know how I might do that?”
"If you're not promising, I can't help," Carrie fired back. “That's not the way the world works."
“Oh, fine then," Luci retorted in exasperation. This had been a bad idea. She turned and headed for the door.
“Though to be honest, I don't know that sort of stuff," Carrie admitted. “So how about this? If you become part of Julie's 'in' crowd, you can ask her yourself."
The shower turned off and Carrie emerged, wrapping herself in a towel. “Step one, you’ll need to dress more appropriately," she offered. "Your jeans and T-shirt look is SO tired. It’s no way to be remembered.”
Luci hesitated. Assuming she had no luck with her other potential sources, being inside Julie's house was the only way to obtain the required information. “Okay,” Luci agreed. “How many steps before I could drop by the LaMille mansion?"
“Don’t push it,” Carrie said, waggling her finger. “Wait for Julie to throw a party. She’s sure to have one this month.”
‘Since I only have thirteen hours left, that's no good,' Luci thought. “I’ll get back to you on that,” she sighed, turning back towards the door, idly trying to recall to what extent her past self had ever followed up.
“And if you DO see Michelle, tell her how dedicated I am to practicing, okay?” Carrie called out as Luci departed the change room. The young asian couldn’t keep from rolling her eyes. There were now only ten minutes before the first bell, and she had more people to talk to.
***
"The LaMille domestics?" Clarke mused. "Never thought about it. Guess I assumed Jeeves and Mimi always worked for them. Why?"
Luci shook her head. “Random thought. Don't worry about it." She hadn't held out much hope for an answer – the Clarke in her time hadn't known. She was gambling that he’d merely forgotten.
“What’s Julie’s house like these days anyway?” Luci continued. "I mean, who can get invited there... that sort of thing.”
Clarke rubbed his chin. “Actually, I imagine Julie's a bit curious about you, since you’re new in our grade. And I was planning on dropping by her place tonight, around eight. We could go together, if you like.”
Luci almost agreed. But she forced herself to consider the offer. If they both went, and Luci was caught sneaking off to track down the necessary files, it might reflect badly on Clarke. They couldn’t afford to take that risk.
The Julie-Clarke relationship was still tenuous at this point in the past. Besides, even if their past relationship was NOT affected by her time travel, any repercussions could still lay within Luci’s future.
It was really too bad that it wasn't Carrie who was going to Julie's house tonight... they had an established relationship now, one which would fragment in the future anyway.
"No," Luci answered. “That won’t work for me. Still, is there anything more you can tell me about the mansion?”
Clarke shook his head. “Not really my place. Talk to Julie.”
Fine. Seemed like she’d have to go right to the source. Luci continued down the hallway into homeroom.
As she made for Julie, she saw that the brunette was apparently jotting down something down in a small black book. It was tucked away under her sweater before the younger girl got too close. "What do you want?" Julie demanded. "Corry send you to spy on me?"
"No," Luci answered. "In fact, I’m sure he’ll be annoyed by my talking to you at all. But I have something to ask."
Julie folded her arms across her chest. “Ask away.”
"I need to know who was working for your family about six or seven years ago."
If Julie wondered as to the request, she didn’t show it. "Why?"
"I can't tell you right now," Luci admitted. "But I can promise that the information won’t be used against you. Moreover, if you need me to do something for you today in exchange, I am willing. As long as it's only for today, and within the bounds of reason."
Julie remained silent for close to a minute before speaking again. "Oddly tempting," she admitted. "But here's a tip: I never give out information about my family. You want to learn more about the LaMilles? Read a newspaper." Julie turned away.
"Wait," Luci said quickly, shifting gears as an actual plan occurred to her. "What if I were to demonstrate my good faith by warning you about a certain plot against you? Happening tonight?”
Julie glanced back. "And I would believe you because of... your young girlish charm?"
"And the fact that I ALSO know about the plots you and Corry have for embarrassing each other at lunch today."
Julie smiled. "You claim to know a lot."
"I'm an observer," Luci stated. "So, remember this conversation at around twelve o'clock today."
Julie simply shook her head before turning away again. The five minute bell chose that moment to ring, and Luci stepped away, letting out the breath she hadn't even known she was holding.
This was where things became risky, as she entangled herself in the plots of Corry and Julie... made even more dangerous by the fact that Luci honestly couldn't remember WHAT the two of them were doing – only that there had to have been something... something during that missing day of her life. Which was now today.
She had the rest of the morning to try and piece it together. If only there wasn’t so much at stake if she failed.