TIME & TIED: ESCALATION
ARC 2.3 - To the Past
PART 38b: COMING TOGETHER 2
"Laurie, wait. This time trip that we need your help for, it's very possible that I won't be able to come along. You'd be with Frank and Clarke,” Chartreuse clarified.
"Oh," Laurie repeated.
Which was when, looking into Laurie's innocent green eyes, Chartreuse really began to wonder whether bringing her best friend in on this had been the best idea. If something did happen to Laurie now, would Corry ever be able to forgive her? Would Chartreuse ever be able to forgive HERSELF?
Maybe she should do another vision quest to ensure that Laurie would come through this safely. Though after reading Carrie, another experience so soon after would be quite a strain on her system. And would it even work, since she forecasted the future, while Laurie’s future would be in the past?
"Chartreuse?"
Chartreuse refocussed. "I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Why can't you come?" Laurie asked again, softly.
Chartreuse sighed. "More tricky spacials stuff," she said. "You know Laurie, it's not too late to back out. We... we might be able to manage without you." Oh yeah, THAT was convincing.
Laurie bit her lip, yet at the same time she shook her head firmly. "I still want to help," she declared, although it was apparent that some of her earlier eagerness was being replaced by worry and doubt.
As it should be, Chartreuse reasoned. So why was she starting to feel so bad about this? "Look, Laurie, let’s put the time travel stuff aside for now, okay?" she proposed. "I'll, like, get back to you on details either later today or tomorrow. All right?"
The redhead hesitated, but ultimately nodded slowly in agreement.
Chartreuse smiled encouragingly. "Great. So, how about some meditative exercises? Might, you know, help to take your mind off of things?"
Laurie shook her head again, surprising her friend. "I don't think so," she said quietly. "That is... maybe later, but right now I think I still want to spend a few minutes thinking about this. By myself. Okay? Maybe you can get us a couple glasses of water?"
Chartreuse looked closely at Laurie’s expression before nodding back. "Okay, sure," she agreed. “Maybe even some orange juice instead?"
Laurie agreed to that, so after squeezing her friend's hand supportively, Chartreuse headed out of Laurie's room and down towards the Veniti kitchen. Yet she had only reached the top of the stairs before a voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Chartreuse. We have to talk."
Chartreuse turned to face Laurie’s brother, offering a quick smile. "Hi Corry!" she greeted him. "Sorry, can't stop, I..."
The words froze on her lips as she got her first good look at the expression on Corry's face. It was in that instant that Chartreuse realized that he knew... that he had somehow overheard part of her conversation with Laurie. Oh no. Was he bugging his sister’s room?!
"We have to talk," Laurie's twin repeated icily. "Now."
Chartreuse wondered fleetingly if things could get any worse.
***
"It's worse than we thought," Clarke agreed. "There aren’t ANY useful scientific records for the area and time period in question.”
Tim sighed. "I d-didn't think there would be much call for small town American newspapers in our library anyway,” he said resignedly. "Still, given you found that one about Julie’s death, it was worth a shot.”
The shorter blond boy sat down at the table in the records room. “So... what now? The internet’s hopeless when you only have vague search terms, and we’ve now exhausted our library.” He frowned. “What’s even the point in continuing to search like this?”
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Clarke flinched. "I beg your pardon, Tim?”
Tim looked momentarily embarrassed. "Oh, d-d-don't get me wrong. I still want to help Julie, it’s more... well, listen Clarke, what if the time machine we need really IS still around in this present time? Will that do us any good if we learn the machine is still located somewhere in Illinois? Or in Area 51?? We now have less than forty-eight hours to somehow recover it, a-and we can't do that, not with our limited resources.”
Clarke paused to consider the blonde boy's words. “That makes sense," he yielded. “But if I understand Frank’s logic, once we’re SURE about where the device is, someone could leave town to go there, and then use the machine’s spatial sense to time travel back to now, when the rest of us can use it."
Tim began to drum his fingers on the table. “Yeah, I’m obviously still having trouble wrapping my head around those time travel rules. So... so maybe our best move is to ignore them. To play for the chance NOW."
“You’ve lost me,” Clarke apologized.
"It's l-like in the game of bridge," Tim explained. "What if the only way you can make your contract is if your opponents' hearts are split 3-3? Obviously, you play for that chance, since it's the ONLY way you'll win. S-So... what if the only way we'll win here is if the time machine has already found it’s way back to us?” He pushed himself back to his feet.
“Yeah,” he continued, enthusiastically. “We shouldn’t be figuring out where the time machine COULD be. We should start with the assumption it’s already HERE. In town. After all, we’re the source of the problem. And this is where Carrie is. I mean, okay, Luci said we can’t set ourselves up, but why can’t fate or time or something be intervening on our behalf? Because otherwise... w-well, otherwise we're wasting time looking for the needle in a haystack." Tim paused, becoming unsure of himself. "R-Right?"
Clarke couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Tim that animated. But did that mean his reasoning was correct? "Maybe," he agreed hesitantly. “But if that’s so, what do we do about it?"
“A local news search,” Tim proposed. “Mysterious arrivals of people or occurrences here in t-town over the last seventeen years. Or since the LaMilles arrived. It c-could point us in the right direction."
"Agreed," Clarke stated. "It's worth a shot." His eyebrow lifted. "By the way Tim, when did you start playing bridge?"
“What? Oh, I d-don’t,” Tim assured him, looking embarrassed again. “But I read a lot, and I enjoy that c-column.” He licked his lips. “For that matter, the whole idea of acting on a chance... I never quite understood it. I mean, if taking the chance could leave you worse off than if you’d done nothing, why do it? But maybe I get it now. Now that it’s important, now that people’s lives are involved - we have to try this. Don’t we?”
Clarke smiled. “We do. Stop doubting yourself, it’s a good thought.” He cracked his knuckles. “Let’s get to it.”
***
Over an hour later, Tim’s doubts had fully reasserted themselves. They’d tracked back five years, and still hadn't found anything that looked very promising. “M-Maybe we need to make it even more personal," Tim piped up at last. "Could we have missed something ourselves in events over the last month...?"
Before Clarke could answer, the voice of Lee cut in through the book stacks. "Beats me," the library employee said. "But whatever you're missing, I hope you find it in the next ten minutes. That's when the library closes."
Clarke looked at his watch, then over to Lee as their classmate ambled into view. “Damn. When does the library open again tomorrow?”
"Hours are posted right out front."
"B-But we need to keep searching these records,” Tim stammered out. “It’s important! C-Can’t you make an exception? Or let us check some of them out tonight?"
"Nope," Lee said apologetically, as he glanced down at the bound books of newspapers. "Those sorts of papers can't leave the library. Though you can probably photocopy stuff, if you're quick enough to avoid my deja vu."
“Your... what?" Clarke asked.
Lee flashed a grin. "Sorry. You’ve reminded me of this incident over a week ago, when this weird cult-like guy was back here researching newspaper records too. Similar books, also happened as the library was closing. Say, you don't know the guy, do you?"
Clarke and Tim both shook their heads. "B-But, wait, this guy..." Tim began slowly. "I d-don't suppose he was reading anything related to a s-strange black box, was he?"
Lee quirked up an eyebrow. "Nope. He was reading up on the LaMilles. Granted, I once got a strange black box from them, but the cultist couldn’t have known that.” He chuckled.
Clarke took a step forwards. “Stop. Lee, you got a black box from the LaMilles?”
“Yeah,” Lee said, gesturing dismissively. “My mom bought it from the LaMille yard sale. You know, that big one their family had soon after moving into the mansion? If you ask me, I think they mixed in some old, broken stuff they’d been keeping in storage along with Linquist’s clutter. Hoping to take advantage of us small town Canadians.”
“Lee,” Tim said, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. “What did this black box look like?"
Lee thrust his hands into his pockets. "Oh, kinda like a flattened jack-in-the-box, except jack never popped up when you yanked the lever. Maybe because the digital readout was broken? Who knows - there weren’t any screws or other means of getting inside to fix the darn thing, so I... uh, did I spill something on myself? Why are you two staring at me like that all of a sudden?"
"Lee, this may be VERY important. Do you know where that box is?" Clarke said, reaching out to take him by the shoulders.
“Somewhere in my house," Lee said, in obvious confusion.
"C-C-C-C-C-Could we s-s-s-see it?" Tim forced out.
"Maaaaybe," Lee replied slowly. "Why? What's this all about??"
Clarke let out a breath he seemingly hadn't realized he was holding. He smiled at Tim. "It's about playing for a chance," he explained. "As well as saving a couple of our classmates’ lives."
To Tim, it looked like Lee wanted to make some sort of joke. Except the seriousness of Clarke's tone had him at a loss for words. Tim leaned back in his chair, wondering how everybody else would feel about letting one more person in on their time machine secret.