TIME & TIED: ESCALATION

ARC 2.2 - To the Future

PART 31a: PAST MEETS FUTURE 1

Julie twisted the Rubik’s cube around. Perhaps if she... no, the colours weren’t going to line up that way either. Frustrated, she threw the object across the room, where it bounced off one of her filing cabinets. She glared at it, knowing full well that she wasn’t really upset with the puzzle cube.

"Damn you, Corry," she seethed. "You have more stamina than I thought. I played the tape incriminating your sister at the dance. I set you up by putting those prescription pills in Carrie’s locker. I opened myself up to attack, and despite that - you wait. You. WAIT. This is driving me NUTS! I thought for sure, on Halloween..."

Julie raked a hand back through her hair and leaned back against the wall. "I can’t lose to you if you do nothing, Corry. What the hell is wrong, idiot? You know you want to deal with me. You’ve wanted it for two years, so COME AT ME already!"

There was a knock at the basement door to her 'play room', making Julie jump. "Who's there?" she hollered.

“Me," came the voice of Jeeves, the family butler. "Clarke's called you again."

She’d stopped taking cell phone calls; he’d resorted to the land line. “Then you should have told him I didn't want to talk."

"Indeed I did. But following that we had another call from your high school."

"Then you tell Mr. Hunt he knows my price. I'm not budging an inch," Julie asserted, even as she slid down the wall onto the ground.

"On the contrary, this time the principal recommended a good counsellor for you," Jeeves responded. "And frankly Miss LaMille, I'm starting to think that a wise course of action. I would hate to see a repeat of whatever happened three years ago, before you came to this town."

Julie began to rock her body back and forth. "It won't happen,” she called back. She swallowed. "I'll do things right this time," she finished, too quietly for him to hear.

"Very well," Jeeves concluded after a moment. "But your parents ARE still due to arrive next week. For your birthday. Ultimately, I believe the decision on counselling will be up to them?”

Julie didn't answer. Her eyes merely tracked back to the lower drawer of that one particular filing cabinet. "You'll see. I'll do things right this time," she repeated softly.

***

Mrs. Dijora smiled as she opened the door. "Why Carrie, how nice to see you again!"

Carrie flashed Frank's mother a quick grin. “Thanks, likewise! Frank in?"

Mrs. Dijora nodded. "He's downstairs with Luci."

"Great," Carrie said, stepping inside. "Euhhh, I can come in, right?" she asked belatedly. Mrs. Dijora simply nodded again, looking mildly amused as Carrie hurried past her to open the basement door. The blonde took the stairs down two at a time, the individuals in Frank's lab turning to look as she reached the bottom.

"Don't you ever knock?" Luci wondered.

"I knocked on the front door," Carrie retorted. "Look, I’m actually glad you're both here. We’ve got a new date we can time travel to as a test. Once you’re finished with your final checks or whatever."

Frank adjusted his glasses. "Oh? What date might that be?"

Carrie took in a deep breath. "November 12th. Four days into the future."

Frank stared back at her for a moment, then he turned to Luci. "Is there something going on here that I don't know about?"

Luci pursed her lips. "Hard to say, really."

Carrie lifted an eyebrow. “Okay, I know I’VE missed any connection between me and the-- between me and Luci."

"She suggested that same date to me yesterday," Frank explained.

"Oh, she did, did she?" Carrie said, folding her arms.

“As I said to Luci then, even if it is possible, given how the device can apparently travel to any time during our current year... I'm not sanguine about travel to the future," Frank continued. “It will substantially compound the number of unknown variables involved.”

Carrie shrugged. "Immaterial if we outvote you two to one," she noted. "Though I would like to know exactly what Luci's interest is with that date."

Luci shrugged as well. "The same as yours?"

"You mean Corry?" Carrie pressed. Luci nodded. “So how did YOU know he'd be doing something then?”

Luci hesitated only briefly. “That would take a bit of explanation," she admitted. She boosted herself up to sit on the edge of the lab table, bringing her closer to Carrie’s height. "And while I've considered saying something before, it’s only now that the time machine is a factor again that it’s relevant. Thing is, Carrie, you cannot reveal what I'm about to say to Corry."

Carrie sniffed. “No deal. At least, not if this relates to Julie, since the guy grills me on her every other day. I'm starting to think he's got psychological problems."

"It doesn't directly relate to Julie," Luci assured. "It relates to Chartreuse. However, I cannot say anything more without assurance of your complete confidence."

Carrie frowned, and looked at Frank, who shrugged. “Look, I’ll keep quiet either way," he pointed out. "Again, more concerned with the actual travel into the future.”

Carrie fought briefly against her curiosity, but it was a losing proposition. “Okay, Luci," she agreed. “Nothing to Corry. I’m pretty sure he’ll ease off me after the 12th anyway."

Luci eyed her for a moment, then nodded. "Okay then." She took in a breath. “For the last month or more, Chartreuse, Tim and I have been working together. Trying to keep tensions from escalating too high at school between the Julie and Corry factions.”

“Seriously? You’re doing a lousy job then," Carrie blurted out. "Julie was accused of stealing that potted plant from Mrs. Latour's desk the other week, Corry was blamed for messing up Julie’s law case files...”

"It's not easy,” Luci interrupted. “People are ready to go off at the drop of a hat.” She leaned forwards. “That said, we've been pretty sure that Corry's had something on the back burner. Chartreuse finally got the date of November 12th from Laurie earlier this week.”

“Hrmph. Okay, you're up on me then," Carrie grumbled. "Corry only gave me that date today. It makes sense though, that being Julie's birthday," she added. Luci nodded slowly.

“Wait, hold on," Frank protested. "Why would Corry take action against Julie on her birthday?”

“When else?" Carrie retorted. “Corry doesn’t have experience with the long game, not like Julie. When she didn’t do anything after I switched teams, Corry was shocked. Since then, he’s questioned me about her motivations. Obsessively. Now, if you know Julie, you can see she’s been gradually fraying around the edges - but in the end? No way was he going to outlast her. The date makes perfect sense in retrospect.”

"What DID Corry come up with on Julie's motives?" Luci wondered.

"Can't talk about it," Carrie shot back automatically. She then rubbed the back of her neck. "Mainly because I don't know. Corry and I don’t go beyond speaking terms. He only gave me the November 12th date because, once I realized he wasn’t going to wait forever, I asked him to give me the courtesy of a few days heads up."

"But... then what is Corry about to do?" Frank asked.

“Obviously, we don’t know,” Luci said. “Which is why I proposed going ahead to November 12th, to see something that might help clear things up for the 2DEGS."

Frank blinked. "For the... what?"

Luci blushed. "Uh, the 2DEGS. It's, well, how Chartreuse refers to our little group of three," she admitted a bit sheepishly. "See, she, me and Tim, we all have two degrees of separation from... look, it doesn’t matter," she decided as Frank and Carrie’s stares become more incredulous. "Point is, I've always wanted to try a trip to the future too, to verify that it could be done. The time machine is functional again, so why not use it for a good cause like this?"

“Exactly!” Carrie shifted her gaze back to Frank. "Besides, aren't you curious about the Julie-Corry feud? I say let's go for it. I mean, for crying out loud, aren’t you at least pleased that I’m suggesting THIS instead of a trip back to deal with you-know-what?" Carrie had decided that there would be time enough for her mother once the school situation had been dealt with.

Frank sighed. "Well, as you said, it appears I'm outvoted."

“Excellent,” Carrie said, rubbing her hands in delight.

"There's just one more thing," Luci said. "I decided to tell you all that for a reason. Basically, before we go anywhere..." She took in a deep breath. "I want to tell Chartreuse and Tim about our time travelling.”

Both Carrie and Frank turned back to Luci. "What?" they chorused.

***

The next evening, Tim was shown into the Dijora sitting room. Chartreuse was already there. She smiled brightly at him. "Glad you could make it."

Tim smiled back weakly.

“I’m so glad we’re getting to meet more of Frank’s classmates,” Mrs. Dijora said, clasping her hands together. “My son said he'd be upstairs shortly, can I get either of you anything while you wait? Juice maybe?”

"I'm okay, thanks," Chartreuse said. "Tim?"

Tim simply shook his head. Mrs. Dijora nodded and left the room, after which Tim heard her calling downstairs to her son. He turned to Chartreuse. "So why would Luci ask to meet us HERE?" he wondered.

“Dunno,” Chartreuse confessed. "But I would, you know, guess it has something to do with Corry and our upcoming doomsday." Tim nodded in resignation and took a seat. "Not a bad looking house here," Chartreuse continued conversationally. "It's probably got, like, good fung shui."

Tim shrugged. "I wouldn't know."

"Yeah, neither would I," Chartreuse concurred. "Not my area of expertise."

She winked and smiled again, and Tim found he couldn't help but smile back. For all her faults, Chartreuse did have a way of helping a person feel more at ease. Still, Tim found it difficult to get comfortable, particularly when not only Luci and Frank, but also Carrie walked into the room. All wearing sombre expressions.