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*author's note* this is an extension on my fic "I'll Stop the World" and a response to review posted by EmmettMcFly55.
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1955--Emmett's Workshop
She stared at him, eyes like jade that pierced through to his very soul. His heart pounded in his chest. She didn't blink. She was a moment frozen in time, like a painting or a sculpture. This girl was his legacy, his Mona Lisa, thirty years away and yet just in the other room. How strange it was to know your own future. To see it, touch it, talk to it as if it already existed. As if it was already there for you to have. What would Edison have done if he had foreseen the success of the light bulb? Would he have lived his life any different? Would his path have been altered drastically from the one he took while living in ignorance? Emmett didn't know, but surely there was always the threat of some danger, some pitfall leading to one's own destruction.
Emmett reached out and touched the glowing television screen with the tips of his fingers. The frozen image of his daughter crackled as he disturbed the layer of static on the glass. He pushed the play button on Marty's recording device and Amelia came to life before him. Emmett watched her dance across the screen and tears welled in his eyes. His daughter, this beautiful creature was his daughter. On the screen, Amelia beamed at him. Emmett's heart swelled. He wanted to know more. When had she been born? Who was her mother? Were they a close family?
Emmett stopped himself. No, he mustn't know all that. Some things were better left to fate. With his luck he'd end up erasing her from existence if he went looking for that happiness now. If he was patient enough, time would bring them together again. Then he'd share with her all the trivial joys and sorrows her young life had to offer. But for now, even though she was just steps away, Emmett must behave like Amelia was not a part of him. And technically she wasn't. She was an enigma. Not quite a ghost and not quite alive. A science experiment gone wrong… and he would treat her as such. The scientist in him must overrule the man. He must treat her rationally and with a cool, although kind, sense of purpose. And for both their sakes he must not allow himself to feel for her.
Not yet.