Hello Loves! This is my first ever fanfic. Let me know what you think.
CHAPTER ONE: TROUBLE
"JUDY YOUR PHONE IS RINGING!" I'm in the shower when I hear my flat mate Kelly Colours scream through the door. Of course, as soon as I get a moment to myself, someone rings.
"What's the ring tone?" I holler back. It's really very handy to have a different ring for everyone since my screen is broken and I can't see who's calling.
"It's that Fleetwood Mac song," Kell answers. I turn off the water and grab a towel. It's Naboo.
"Alright, Naboo?" I answer the phone as I try to dry my hair.
"Judy, its Vince and Howard," Naboo sounds pissed, and worried. "I think they've time-warped back to the Seventeenth Century."
"What? How the bloody hell?" I ask. Vince and Howard have gotten into some strange situations before, but time travel is a new one.
"They've been through my things again and gotten into a new spell book I've just got in. The page is open to the time travel spell and just earlier they were having an argument about some French berk from the seventeenth century. Anyway, I've got to go find them before they mess up the whole time-space continuum, and I need your help. If they change anything in the past, it could alter the entire course of history." Naboo is always having to go get Howard and Vince out of the messes they're in, but he's never asked for help before. Of course, this does involve the possible derailment of human history and the safety of the time-space continuum.
"I'll be over in five minutes."
By the time I get to Naboo's flat, it's raining cats and dogs. The sign on the shop says 'CLOSED' and the door is locked, but I use a simple spell and let myself in. Yeah, it rocks to be a Shaman. I make my way carefully through the dark, trying not to knock over the precarious piles of junk or drip too much on the miscellaneous knick knacks scattered about the floor. Wow, Naboo, you need serious help with the cleaning. Upstairs, Naboo is at the kitchen table with Bollo, poring over a large leather-bound book. They both look up as come in.
"Alright, Judy," Naboo motions me over to the table.
"Alright, Naboo, Bollo," I say. I walk over to the table and take a look at the book.
"I'm sure this is the spell they've used," Naboo says. "Look, there's a smudge of hair gel, and that definitely means Vince."
"That's clever of you to spot," I say appreciatively.
"And I found this," Naboo says, holding up a Polaroid photo. It shows Vince and Howard pointing to the spell book and grinning.
"Oh. Well, what are we going to do?" I ask.
"We've got to go back to the seventeenth century and find them," Naboo says. "Keep them from doing anything stupid, and bring them back to the present before anything bad happens."
"Is that all?" I ask as I try to wring out my hair a bit. Naboo looks at me with a look that says, 'Well, what can we do?' "There's one thing you've not thought of," I realize.
"What's that?" Naboo asks.
"We can't exactly go back to the seventeenth century looking like this, can we? If we're going to stop any changes in the past, we're going to have to look just like everybody else."
"Well, where are we going to get clothes like that?" Naboo asks, bewildered.
"Leave that to me." I say with a grin.
"I gotta a bad feeling about this." Bollo says.