Hi everyone! I'm back! To anyone who's read "Our Time-resistant emails" this is the sequel! I know it's probably not what you've wanted me to post, but I assure you this fic, co-written by my friend Celestialstorywriter, will be well worth the read! Like the first part, this was originally an RP, and Celeste and I are writing for specific characters. I play JD, Sam Dorian and the Janitor, and she plays Nigel Matthews, Jack Cox and Dr. Cox. The other characters that appear throughout the fic are interchangeable.

Oh! This is my 50th uploaded fic!

Enjoy!

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"Oh, come on!" Nigel growled, running to catch up with his blonde friend, who had stalked off in annoyance. "Why can't you just believe me? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity here! You get to go BACK IN TIME to stop your father from COMITTING SUICIDE! What more convincing do you need?" There wasn't much time left, he had to get himself and Sam into the past...

The blond turned around, his eyes blazing with anger. "You think this is some kind of joke?!" He spat angrily, fists curling at his sides, "You know what he did to me! My family! So how...." He paused, breathing slightly ragged, "how dare you bring your little games of "time travel" into this! Claiming I can....I can...." He stopped, shaking his head. "Nigel, come on."

Nigel shook his head, doing his best to look sincere, which he really was. "I'm not joking, Sam. You know me, I wouldn't joke about this." His eyes were almost pleading as he looked at the blonde, "I've been working on it for years, and now it finally works. I even emailed my father from the past-- I'm serious!"

Sam looked at his friend, long and hard. He wanted to believe him; he really did. But....time travel? That was simply an idea--a possibility. It wasn't real. It couldn't be....
"Nigel...." he said slowly, only half wanting to say what next came out of his mouth, "....I....I want to believe you--I do....but...." He sighed. "if you've got proof or something, it'd be a lot easier to."

"I could show you the emails, but I think you've-- I KNOW you've already seen half of them. What more proof do you need?" Nigel pressed, stepping towards Sam a step. They only had barely two hours, damn it, he wished Sam would give in already.

"Alright alright so I read the damn emails!" The blond confessed, "That doesn't make it any easier to believe!"

"Do you really think I would prank you so cruelly like that for no reason?" Nigel asked honestly, his voice gaining an edge to it.

Sam knew the answer to that question. He'd known it the entire time. It was just....so damn hard to believe. A chance to change the past? It sounded too good to be true. And he had actually feared it was. "No I don't." He said finally, running a hand through his hair, "I just....Nigel, think about where I'm coming from. It's not easy for me to....well, I've been wishing I could change the past ever since that day." He exhaled then straightening up. "I want this. I want to stop him. Tell that damn sonuvabitch first hand what he did to me."

"Now, Sam," Nigel said cautiously, "You can't get mad at him, I'm going to send you back to right before he started considering those kind of things, and you can stop him. Did you ever stop to think that he had a REASON for doing what he did? He felt alone, betrayed and abandoned, from what I've read in his old dia-- journal. Just... show him that he's not alone, is all I can think of." As an afterthought, he added, "I'll help you."

"You'll....help me?" Sam echoed, slightly taken aback "what, does that mean you're coming with me or something?"

Nigel nodded firmly, "If it's successful, I will go with you. If not... hopefully they'll be able to identify my remains." he smiled cheekily at his own eerie joke.

"Gee, don't I feel safe." Sam replied, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

You should, actually." Nigel said in a more serious tone, "You have a much better chance of going through unharmed than me."

"Going through what unharmed?"

Nigel jumped at least ten feet in the air. "JACK!" he yelped in shock. The older man was standing near them with his arms crossed over his torso.

"Just what do you two think you're doin' without my consent?" He flicked his nose in Coxian-fashion. "Do you ever learn? NOTHING goes on around this hospital that I am not aware of."

Bitter though he was, Sam actually laughed. "Jack, we're not kids anymore!" He protested, mimicking the older man by crossing his own arms. "And you can't just pop out of nowhere like that!"

Biting back a smile, Jack replied, "Sure I can. Dad trained me." Becoming serious again, he asked, "Now what the hell are you guys doin', seriously?"

"Nothing." Nigel answered a bit too quickly.

The blond nodded. "Nothing you need to concern yourself with." He added haughtily, somber mood beginning to sink back in. "Nigel's showing my something his dad made a long time ago." He paused, tilting his head forward, "Now leave us alone."

Okay, now he knew something was up. Narrowing his eyes, Jack growled, "If there's a chance of either of you getting hurt, I need to know. 'Cuz like hell am I gonna let you do it, then."

"Dammit." Nigel cursed to himself. "Jack, honestly, we don't have time for this. We need to go, NOW. We're running out of time." As he said the last part, he glanced briefly at Sam.

Understanding, Sam furthered the explanation as best he could. "Look Jack," He stated, having no need to force the already present harsh tone in his voice, "No one is going to get hurt, okay? But if you don't let us need now a lot of people will. Including everyone we know. And Jack" He lowered his voice, "That's something I am not going to take."

Jack stood stiffly, watching them suspiciously. Then, he gave a small nod. He knew they wouldn't lie like this; he knew them too well. He just wished he could know what the hell they were talking about. He stepped to the side, no longer barring their way. "Go."

A small smile graced Sam's lips. "Thanks" He said earnestly, before turning to Nigel with an urgent "Let's get going."

"Right. To my place!" Nigel shot down the hall and out the doors like a dart, leaving the other two in the dust. He then reappeared, peeking his head through the door, leaning to one side somewhat to give patients room to enter. "Ya comin'?"

Sam cast a wary glance at Jack, then turned his attention back to the young brunette. "Yeah...." He said, shaking off his last remaining doubts and darting down the hall. He wasn't going to miss this chance. Not even if there WERE any possible dangers accompanying it.