TIME & TIED: ESCALATION

ARC 2.2 - To the Future

PART 31b: PAST MEETS FUTURE 2

"We're clear," Frank remarked, looking down the hall. "Dad’s out like usual and Mom's gone upstairs for the moment.”

"So what's, like, up?" Chartreuse asked. "Do you all have some new..." Her voice trailed off as Luci motioned for quiet.

"We're about to let the two of you in on a big secret," Luci began. “And while I trust you'll both keep this quiet, there have been some reservations expressed." Tim saw the younger girl glance at Carrie. "So let me be perfectly clear. What I am about to reveal, you are NOT speak of to anyone else. It doesn't go beyond the five of us. Okay?"

Tim and Chartreuse looked at each other, surprised. "Okay, sure," Chartreuse agreed.

"Not even to Clarke?" Tim asked.

"Especially not to him,” Carrie insisted.

Luci fully turned towards the blonde cheerleader. "Well... we are pretty sure he suspects anyway, via Julie," she pointed out.

"All the more reason not to give Julie any more information,” Carrie challenged. "Clarke is not part of this agreement.”

"We'd prefer you didn't mention it to him," Frank offered up. "But we'll take any other names under advisement, as we did when Luci suggested the both of you." Carrie sighed in exasperation, but said nothing more.

Tim nodded. "O-Okay then," he said, biting his lip. “The five of us.”

Luci spoke up again. "Tim, remember how you saw two Carries at the school dance? That's something that never got properly explained. And Chartreuse, you've asked me about that other person caught by Professor Linquist - the one who looked similar to me, yet older. Again, I couldn't go into any detail.”

The young asian girl began to pace. “This secret will explain everything. My hope is that it will also lead you to believe any information that comes out of what we're about to do. Plus, Chartreuse, there's something you've been hiding from us in the last week." Chartreuse flinched. "Please take this action of mine as a gesture of faith towards revealing your own secret."

"I... I'm not really hiding a secret," Chartreuse protested. "There's only this, like, event that I foresaw over a month ago, and I've recently had the feeling that it may be, you know, close at hand. If it happens. I could be wrong about the whole thing."

"Oh, get ON with this already,” Carrie groaned. “Luci, if you're going to tell them, do it before Frank’s mom comes back down.”

Luci rolled her eyes. "Okay, bottom line. Chartreuse, Tim... the three of us here have access to a time machine." She let the comment sit there for a moment before adding, "And we're planning on using it to travel forwards three days in order to see what happens to Julie at school."

"What?" Tim said, bewildered.

"Cool,” said Chartreuse, without missing a beat. She leaned forwards. "How did you, like, get ahold of something like that?"

Carrie, Frank and Luci all answered the question at once.

"Government agents," Carrie said.

“Came from the future," Frank said.

"Through alien technology," Luci said.

The three of them turned to look at each other. "We're not sure of its origins," Frank finally admitted.

"You have got to be kidding us," Tim murmured.

"We wouldn't kid about this sort of thing," Luci assured him.

Frank stepped forwards. "In fact, there was one key argument in favour of revealing the time machine to you now. With the three of us traveling to the future, if something unexpected happens, and we can't get back... well, it seemed wise to have someone in our own time who knew what was going on."

"Can we actually see this time machine thing then?" Chartreuse asked eagerly.

Frank nodded. "It's downstairs. Come on, we might as well explain to you what we've figured out so far."

"Not that you'll understand most of it," Carrie added under her breath. Still, she was loud enough that Tim heard her remark. And, based on his understanding of things to this point, he was inclined to agree.

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Chartreuse peered closely at the black box on Frank's lab table, even as he began to explain something about coins. "You know," she piped up when he paused. "I kinda thought a time machine would be, like, bigger. Aren't you supposed to be able to ride in them?"

"Wait, let me see if I understand," Tim said uneasily. "You drop a coin in that thing, pull the lever, and end up in the same year as when the coin was minted?"

Frank nodded. "Exactly. We can rig the month and day internally, even set the time now thanks to some new integrated circuits of Luci's. There IS random variance, but so far we've only been more than a day off target once or twice."

“Except when we ARE off by more, it can be for a month," Carrie grumbled.

"Then what's the pocket watch for?" Chartreuse wondered, pointing at it through the open top of the device.

"Oh, that's my contribution,” Carrie said, smiling as she leaned against the table next to Chartreuse. "It belongs to my family, and it’s going to display the actual time of arrival.”

“Maybe," Luci yielded. “Thing is, we tried a digital readout, but it risks an overheating problem. This mechanical stopwatch doesn’t seem to affect the internal workings that way - and for whatever reason, it’s hands twitch when the machine is charged. Carrie has a ‘feeling’, so we mounted it inside.”

"Cool,” Chartreuse reiterated, deciding to ignore the skepticism in Luci’s tone. "How long have you guys been, you know, working on this thing then?"

"I found the machine back in September," Carrie revealed.

"I did most of the initial work that month,” Frank added. "Though have been collecting coins for a few years."

“And I helped tinker all through October,” Luci finished. "Not always successfully. Which is why you saw me as a twenty year old that day, Chartreuse."

"This really doesn't seem that safe then," Tim put in. "You don't know where it's f-from, don't know what it's capable of, it's got r-random variance, yet you're actively USING it?"

“Some of us have a personal stake,” Carrie noted, crossing her arms.

“Plus we haven’t had any major problems," Frank assured. “And it's in using it that we discover more about it."

"So, like, how many trips have you made?" Chartreuse wondered.

“I haven't been keeping track," Frank admitted. “Initially we made a few little test trips. That said, right now, we only have a half dozen or so present day coins left. I’ve seen fewer of them since they first started circulating, at the beginning of summer.”

Luci cleared her throat. “Respectfully - the questions could become endless, and they aren't important right now. Chartreuse, Tim, I simply felt that you deserved to know."

“THANK you,” Carrie sighed. “With that dealt with, let's travel to the future before the future becomes the past. You've already set the device properly, right Frank?”

Frank nodded. "For after school on the 12th. That way we can learn about things through the aftermath, avoiding details.”

"Wait," Luci objected. “Before we go - Chartreuse, that vision you mentioned...?"

Chartreuse felt her mood crash. "My visions aren't always accurate, Luci," she protested. "I mean, maybe you heard that in September, I forecasted that we'd finally have a winning football team? That never happened."

“I doubt you put much effort into that reading,” Luci observed.

"Circumstances have, you know, changed over the last month too," Chartreuse continued desperately. "I mean, my own detention with Carrie after the drugs might have, like, invalidated what I saw."

“Regardless, Chartreuse - if you know something about the future we're going into, we could use that advantage."

“Oh no, look, no, you don't want this knowledge,” Chartreuse said, adopting her most serious posture. "You really don't."

"Maybe not. But I think we need to have it,” Luci said.

"Luci, if she doesn't want to tell us, fine,” Carrie broke back in, with obvious exasperation. "Is this really so important?"

"It might be," Frank put in, now looking a little more closely at Chartreuse. "Because this sounds significant. Like, drugs in a locker significant.” Carrie pursed her lips at that.

“Chartreuse,” Frank ventured, “we'll be flying more blind than usual. If you somehow have insight into anything that's coming... it really could be invaluable."

Chartreuse shifted her weight back and forth. "Ooooh..." She exhaled, and decided to say it all in a rush. “ISawSomeoneWeKnowFromSchoolFiringAGun!”

No one spoke at first. Until Luci fired off the logical question, "Who?"

"I don't know," Chartreuse said sullenly, shaking her head.

"When?" Tim gasped out.

"I don't know. Soon."

"Did anyone get hit?" Frank wondered.

"I don't know."

“You really don't know much at all," Carrie muttered, barely audibly.

Chartreuse spun to face the blonde. "THAT’S why I didn’t want to say anything! You don't know what it was like to see even that much, Carrie. I mean, if you'd, like, seen someone wielding a gun, could you ever look them in the eye again without thinking about that? I didn't WANT to know more.” Never mind that even that much had overloaded her vision.

Carrie seemed surprised at Chartreuse's reaction, causing the pink haired girl to bow her head. "I-I'm sorry, Carrie. I didn't mean to, you know, snap at you like that."

“No. It’s fine, I think I had that coming to me,” Carrie yielded after a second. She turned to Luci. “So, before I say something else I shouldn’t, can we please GO already?”

The younger girl reluctantly pulled her gaze away from Chartreuse. “Okay. Yeah. I think all the secrets are out now,” she finished.

Except there was too much tension in the air for Chartreuse. “We five do make an odd group, don't we?” she offered up to them. "Guess I'll have to, like, change the name of the 2DEGS, huh? How about, er, the time trippers?" Everyone blinked at her.

“That makes it sound like we do temporal drugs," Tim objected. Carrie snickered, and to Chartreuse’s relief, the others joined in.

***

“Okay,” Frank concluded, after he finished chuckling. “So, any technical details should be answerable in the steadily growing pile of notes me and Luci have been making.” He gestured towards them. “Chartreuse, Tim, feel free to glance over those while we're gone."

"Though we may be back before we leave," Luci remarked.

Carrie plunked a present day nickel into the time machine device. “We won't get BACK unless we GO,” she reminded, grabbing the handle.

With another nod, Frank grabbed for their backpack of supplies and moved to take hold of the handle too, right after Luci. On a count of three, they pulled, and Frank felt the temporal void sucking him in. The next thing he noticed were the bright headlights of a van bearing down on him, doing at least 30 kph.

By the time this fact fully registered with him, Frank barely had enough time left to process being in the middle of the road. He realized then that he wouldn't even be able to cry out.

There was nothing he could do now, except get hit.