Title: What's Done Isn't Done

Authors: Me and Bunny

Distribultion: Ask first, but we're nice, we'll probably say yes.

Disclaimer: We do NOT own or are associated with anything pertaining to Big Wolf on Campus. We know no actors, writers, or anything else. We just like to be silly and use the characters to laugh at. But we always put them back :)

Summary: History has a funny way of repeating itself, even if it takes a couple hundred years. Becky/Tommy

Important Author's Notes:

From Bunny and I:

It has come to our attention that Merton and Becky's parents are, in fact, Al from 'Quatum Leap' and Vanessa from 'Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery'. This make too much sense for you to aruge with us. We draw the conclusion from various little snippits as Merton's Dad being in the Navy and their parents never being around. Why does this make sense to us? . . . Too much laughing at the possibility when the idea first came up ;)

From Me:

There was some questions about the pairing of Tommy and Becky and some people asked me why I liked them. Simple, plain truth: She was the female on the show I liked the best and, though M/T slash can be very enjoyible, I just liked them better. I started watching late when Becky obviously did *not* look the age the show had for her so the ideas started around then, therefore in my fics I always alter the ages. I tend to screw with the charaters a lot to fit my view. Anyway, as always Becky is older, sixteen to Tommy's seventeen, I think. Enjoy. Reviews needed and begged for :)

Part One

Tommy walked through the beaded-curtain that served as a door--- well, really, got dragged more than walked...

"Merton, I'm telling you, this is a load of *crap*."

"Then why are you coming, Mr. Cynical?"

"One, you begged. Two, I don't want you coming here by yourself and getting shafted or... something weird happening. Last time you wanted to do something nutty you ended up knocked-up by an alien---"

"Tommy, could we not?" Merton asked softly.

Tommy nodded, sighing and patted Merton on the neck apologetically; it was still a bit of a tender spot with the boy...

"You have come to seek advice?" a voice piped up from the darkness.

"Wow, she's good," Merton enthused. They headed over to the round table and sat down, Tommy a little more reluctant than his eager friend.

She was at least forty, the 'fortune teller', her hair jet black with gray streaking through it giving her an air of mature wisdom. She wore a baggy, large sleeved, black dress draped with a green shawl and a bell embellished scarf on her head. Her face was only slightly weathered as she watched the ones before her with precarious eyes.

"I am Madam Goolee, what have you come to seek?" she asked in her thickly accented voice.

"Madam Goolee, I've come to find out my future," Merton said desperately. "I feel like something big is coming for me, namely *Oscar*."

He opened his hands in a dramatic flourish and his eyes widened at the mention of the coveted movie award.

Tommy sighed, not willing to watch some fraud bilk his best friend out of money only to get what he wished his future to be, not what was to come. As if she could have told him anything solid anyway, he could bet most of Merton's reading consisted of a 'tall, dark stranger'

"You," she said, eyeing Tommy. "You vant to know of your future too."

"No, not me, the moron with the money," Tommy nodded. Merton gave him an annoyed and hurt look.

"Madam--"

"Hush!" the woman warned Merton as she stared at Tommy. "You need to know what is to come before you make the same mistakes . . . For a price."

Tommy let out a snorted laugh but Merton dug into his pockets, dropping a few bills on the table. The teller looked at the twenty dollars and then Merton before he sighed and dropped another ten. She seemed pleased and turned back to Tommy.

"You have been through much, and your future begins in your past . . ."

"Wow, you are good. Pick that up from a late night movie, did 'cha?"

"Do not mock me, wolf-boy," she snapped at him.

Tommy and Merton eyed her in wary shock now.

"What are you---"

"No games now. Drink tea."

"I'm no longer sure that's saf---"

"DRINK!!!"

"Yes'um." Merton squeaked meekly, chugging his down, elbowing Tommy so that he'd do the same.

"You feel okay, bud?" Tommy asked Merton quietly, eyeing him.

"Just fine, no different..."

But, suddenly, Merton's face and the entire room began to warp and distort...

Tommy felt like someone had slammed into his body and he gasped in shock as he opened his eyes.

He was in ... a stable? It smelled horrible and he looked down at his plain brown slacks that ended midcalf and the beige shirt before seeing the brush in his hand....

The brush . . .

He blinked again and opened his eyes. He had to brush the rest of these horses; he was already behind on his chores. But all worries of ramifications were forgotten when he saw her.

His heart leapt as she came out, her creamy beige brocade draping over her body, hugging her curves in all the right places...

It was . . . Becky?

His first thought was to call her Beckers, but what came out of his mouth was...

"Bellisima..."

"Tate," she smiled.

His hand brushed over her side and drew her to him, sweeping her back and kissing her passionately.

He pulled back and looked breathlessly into her beautiful, blush-tinged face.

"If the Duke---"

"Shhhh..." she murmured, putting two fingers over his lips. "My husband can rot in hell--- and he may have me in name, but you own my heart, body and soul, my love... I'd rather spend an hour with you, and it be the last hour of my life, than one *minute* with him touching me..."

"He isn't your husband yet," he said defiantly, finding something within him at the distasteful and sarcastic way the word came from her.

Her face crumpled in tears and she turned away from him, moving to stoke Cupper, her favorite horse.

"But he will be, and then . . ." She turned back to him and with her thick brown hair was pulled away from her face he saw the desperation in her eyes. "I can't give you up, Tate."

She stated it strongly and sadly hopeless at once.

Tommy gripped her arms, looking into her eyes almost desperately.

"You won't..."

"What if he makes me---"

"He won't!" Tommy vowed. "I promise, Bell, Lucard will never touch you if I can help it..."

"I love you, Tate, even if something happens--"

"Nothing will happen!" he protested loudly before his voice fell to a soft whisper. "I'd give my life for you, Bell. I still remembered the first time I saw you."

With Merton in the hallway at school . . . No . . . He shook his head, who was Merton? He saw Bell a week after she was sent here to this dismal castle. When she came to chose a horse to ride, more of a ruse to avoid the presence of the man her parents deemed good enough to be her betrothed -- a man that scared her without reason and was twenty years her senior.

"Kiss me..." she whispered, almost pleading with him.

But, she was asking for more than a simple kiss; they both knew that...

The kiss began slowly, gently, deepening as their caresses began to become more frenzied, desperate... Tommy's eyes started to roll back as she moaned into his mouth and the room began to swirl, just as he started undoing her bodice...

"WHAT was THAT?" Tommy asked as he once more felt beaten back into a body ... seeing Merton's absorbed face watching him he at least knew it was his own.

"I don't know but it's my turn!" Merton said as he looked at Tommy. He had watched his best friend stare into nothingness before seeing him flush and sweat and gasp loudly like he just got tackled before yelling out his question.

"No way. I want to go back," Tommy insisted to the smirking Madam Goolee.

"It has already been done."

"Not yet, *hence* the me wanting to return."

"This is so cool," Merton cooed. "What did you see?"

Tommy looked at him for a moment, the memory returning before he answered thoroughly confused.

" . . . Becky."