Title: To Save a Family
Chapter 1: Blast to the Past
Author: Elf Toshiba
E-mail: ElfToshiba@yahoo.com
Disclaimerz:
Elf: *yawns and rubs eye* Hi y'all! What's shaking? Nothing over here. Damn, but I needed to get this story out. It was disturbing me, running around in my head when I should have been asleep and preparing for classes - yea, yea. It's summer and all, but I have to take a math course to help me with college. Can y'all believe it? Lil' Elffie in college. Scary, that. Okay, now that y'all are prolly ready to get to the story, here are the real disclaimers:
I DO NOT OWN PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN. I wish I did though. They belong to Disney and all associated people. Yea. Dammit.
However, I DO own most of the characters IN this story. Jack Sparrow and Will Turner being the obvious exceptions to the rule.
This story involves a LOT of time-travel, so much so that it'll get confusing pretty fast. If I get enough questions, I'll set out a character map thing to help y'all out. It may help, it may not. Who knows? We'll only find out. Catch ya at the end!
Chapter 1: Blast to the Past
Year: 2051
Astrid Turner's Apartment
"You mean to tell me that someone is trying to destroy my family?! Starting with whom!?" an irate seventeen-year-old yelled, currently directing her frustrations on her boyfriend. She growled low in her throat and took up her previous pacing. The sunlight was streaming through a window, but neither teen took heed of it. It lightly bounced off of the female's dark auburn hair, and lit up her light hazel eyes. Eyes that were currently furious and would have been shooting sparks if it had been humanly possible.
"Astrid, calm down. They don't have the resources to get to the past, much less being able to break into the one place that does." Andrew Swann told his raging girlfriend. His hair was a lighter brown that his girlfriend's and his normally light green eyes were darker in a testament to his inner turmoil. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
Astrid Turner was not one to be told to calm down. Spinning on her heel to face him, she growled out: "Shove it, Andy. I need to help my family. My great-grandmother and great uncle - God! What would Jax and Jack do?" she asked herself, halting in her pacing and looking to Andy. "I mean, she would tell me to go out there and kick some ass!" a light seemed to go off in her head. "I think I have an idea." She grinned; to anyone other than her boyfriend, the smile would have been taken as innocent. But he knew better.
"And here we go." Andy muttered under his breath. "What are we going to do about Barbossa? He's the bloody mastermind behind the whole thing."
"And that's why we have no reason to worry! He's a bleedin' piss-ant. He couldn't string an idea together if it was the Macarena dancing naked in front of him! We'll be fine. Don't worry." She scampered off to plan.
Andy just resigned himself to the fact that he would follow Astrid to the ends of the earth, but some things just where harder to deal with than others. He blew a breath from his lips and he forced himself to get up and follow her.
Damn him for picking a descendent of the infamous Jack Sparrow to fall in love with. And double damn him for being a descendent of the equally infamous Elizabeth Swann. He was still trying to figure out how she had ended up a Turner as well as a Sparrow.
FreCom Technology Building
"Astrid? What's this idea of yours? It isn't something crazy, like going back into the past or something? 'Cause I thought that was illegal." Andy laughed nervously, and handed a black-clad Astrid the necessary tools to begin the mission. The afore mentioned girlfriend was bopping along to an oldies song called 'Mission Impossible'. He sincerely hoped that the so-called 'mission' would go off without a hitch.
"It's only illegal if we get caught." Was Astrid's answer as she pried open an air duct for them to crawl through. She handed him back the tools and he secured them in his belt. He was dressed like her as well. "How long will the systems be off?"
Andy sighed and hoisted himself then Astrid into the vent. "Thirty minutes, forty-five at most. My watch will give us a five minute warning before all hell breaks loose. You sure you know what you're doing?" he shifted against the wall to let her get in the front. She threw him a dirty look.
"'Course I know what I'm doing. I'm not a beginner. Trust me." She placed herself into a military crawl and began to wind her way around the vents, cursing when she hit her head. Andy laughed softly, then swore when she accidentally planted a boot in his face. "Sorry." she whispered back to him. He groaned and suppressed the urge to bang his head sharply against the metal flooring of the current air duct vent they were in.
"'Don't worry.' 'Trust me.'" Andy mimicked, "Famous last words."
"They're gonna be your last words if you don't shut the hell up!" Astrid hissed, kicking him none too gently in the shoulder with the heel of her boot. He again suppressed the urge to throttle her. "We're here."
Astrid screwed a vent loose and placed it in front of her. "Ready to drop?" She grinned as she hooked a climbing cord and tether to the vent floor. Andy groaned and did the same. Then they attached the ropes to hooks on their harness belts.
Lowering themselves down into the laboratory, they landed and unhooked the ropes from the harnesses. They prowled around for a few silent moments before Andy's head popped up. A grin lit his face as he victoriously held the miniature box in his right hand.
"I think I found it." He whispered, just as his alarm went off. "Shit! Five minute warning, Astrid!"
"Are you sure?" she called, rushing over to him and grabbing the small multicolored box from his hands - and accidentally dropped it on the ground. It exploded into a shower of sparks.
"Fuck!" she cried, falling to her knees.
"Well, it almost worked." Andy tried to console her. He picked her up from the ground and just as they were turning to walk away something grabbed their attention.
"What in the - " came from both teens as they turned, the once-small box enlarged to the size of a jumbo refrigerator.
"Um - Ladies first?" Andy said, nearly shoving Astrid in and jumping in after her. A colorful wall appeared right where the open space had been moments before. "Astrid, we have three minutes - "
"Was that - " Astrid started but was cut off by a female voice.
"What is your destination time?" Astrid and Andy looked at each other.
"Uh - June twentieth two thousand and three?" Astrid replied.
"What is your destination arrival?"
"What the hell does that mean?" she hissed to Andy.
"I'm guessing that it means where we're going." He quipped. "Two minutes. Hurry."
"What is your destination arrival?" the voice asked again.
"Pensacola, Florida." she replied, worry beginning to crease her brow.
A new wall sprang up, displaying the information that Astrid had given.
Date: June 20
Year: 2003
Place: Pensacola, Florida
Then the voice spoke again, "Will you need clothing that has place in the time line of that year?" One minute.
"Huh?" Astrid intelligently commented.
"Clothes. I think it means will we need clothes." Andy looked at his watch again.
"Oh! Uh, yea. We're going to need clothing."
"Very well. Enjoy your stay in two thousand and three." The voice fell silent. No time left.
"Um, Astrid?" he lightly tapped her shoulder.
"Yea?" she replied distractedly, peering at the different display boards that were lighting up as the machine started to shake.
"We got company." Andy said, watching in morbid curiosity as several well-armed security guards burst through the doors.
"What the hell does that - HOLY HELL!" she cried, just as two of the guards sighted them and raised their weapons. "That's not savvy!"
The machine began to shake more forcefully, causing the two teens to grab onto each other and watch in terrified fascination as the building around them vanished and they were propelled backwards - to the past.
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End Notes: Wow. It only took me *looks at watch* four hours to get this and part of chapter two out! Yay me! Trust me Chapter 2: Arrival in Pensacola will be hitting your computers soon - that is if I don't get pulled under with everything else. Yikes!
Elffie
Chapter 1: Blast to the Past
Author: Elf Toshiba
E-mail: ElfToshiba@yahoo.com
Disclaimerz:
Elf: *yawns and rubs eye* Hi y'all! What's shaking? Nothing over here. Damn, but I needed to get this story out. It was disturbing me, running around in my head when I should have been asleep and preparing for classes - yea, yea. It's summer and all, but I have to take a math course to help me with college. Can y'all believe it? Lil' Elffie in college. Scary, that. Okay, now that y'all are prolly ready to get to the story, here are the real disclaimers:
I DO NOT OWN PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN. I wish I did though. They belong to Disney and all associated people. Yea. Dammit.
However, I DO own most of the characters IN this story. Jack Sparrow and Will Turner being the obvious exceptions to the rule.
This story involves a LOT of time-travel, so much so that it'll get confusing pretty fast. If I get enough questions, I'll set out a character map thing to help y'all out. It may help, it may not. Who knows? We'll only find out. Catch ya at the end!
Chapter 1: Blast to the Past
Year: 2051
Astrid Turner's Apartment
"You mean to tell me that someone is trying to destroy my family?! Starting with whom!?" an irate seventeen-year-old yelled, currently directing her frustrations on her boyfriend. She growled low in her throat and took up her previous pacing. The sunlight was streaming through a window, but neither teen took heed of it. It lightly bounced off of the female's dark auburn hair, and lit up her light hazel eyes. Eyes that were currently furious and would have been shooting sparks if it had been humanly possible.
"Astrid, calm down. They don't have the resources to get to the past, much less being able to break into the one place that does." Andrew Swann told his raging girlfriend. His hair was a lighter brown that his girlfriend's and his normally light green eyes were darker in a testament to his inner turmoil. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
Astrid Turner was not one to be told to calm down. Spinning on her heel to face him, she growled out: "Shove it, Andy. I need to help my family. My great-grandmother and great uncle - God! What would Jax and Jack do?" she asked herself, halting in her pacing and looking to Andy. "I mean, she would tell me to go out there and kick some ass!" a light seemed to go off in her head. "I think I have an idea." She grinned; to anyone other than her boyfriend, the smile would have been taken as innocent. But he knew better.
"And here we go." Andy muttered under his breath. "What are we going to do about Barbossa? He's the bloody mastermind behind the whole thing."
"And that's why we have no reason to worry! He's a bleedin' piss-ant. He couldn't string an idea together if it was the Macarena dancing naked in front of him! We'll be fine. Don't worry." She scampered off to plan.
Andy just resigned himself to the fact that he would follow Astrid to the ends of the earth, but some things just where harder to deal with than others. He blew a breath from his lips and he forced himself to get up and follow her.
Damn him for picking a descendent of the infamous Jack Sparrow to fall in love with. And double damn him for being a descendent of the equally infamous Elizabeth Swann. He was still trying to figure out how she had ended up a Turner as well as a Sparrow.
FreCom Technology Building
"Astrid? What's this idea of yours? It isn't something crazy, like going back into the past or something? 'Cause I thought that was illegal." Andy laughed nervously, and handed a black-clad Astrid the necessary tools to begin the mission. The afore mentioned girlfriend was bopping along to an oldies song called 'Mission Impossible'. He sincerely hoped that the so-called 'mission' would go off without a hitch.
"It's only illegal if we get caught." Was Astrid's answer as she pried open an air duct for them to crawl through. She handed him back the tools and he secured them in his belt. He was dressed like her as well. "How long will the systems be off?"
Andy sighed and hoisted himself then Astrid into the vent. "Thirty minutes, forty-five at most. My watch will give us a five minute warning before all hell breaks loose. You sure you know what you're doing?" he shifted against the wall to let her get in the front. She threw him a dirty look.
"'Course I know what I'm doing. I'm not a beginner. Trust me." She placed herself into a military crawl and began to wind her way around the vents, cursing when she hit her head. Andy laughed softly, then swore when she accidentally planted a boot in his face. "Sorry." she whispered back to him. He groaned and suppressed the urge to bang his head sharply against the metal flooring of the current air duct vent they were in.
"'Don't worry.' 'Trust me.'" Andy mimicked, "Famous last words."
"They're gonna be your last words if you don't shut the hell up!" Astrid hissed, kicking him none too gently in the shoulder with the heel of her boot. He again suppressed the urge to throttle her. "We're here."
Astrid screwed a vent loose and placed it in front of her. "Ready to drop?" She grinned as she hooked a climbing cord and tether to the vent floor. Andy groaned and did the same. Then they attached the ropes to hooks on their harness belts.
Lowering themselves down into the laboratory, they landed and unhooked the ropes from the harnesses. They prowled around for a few silent moments before Andy's head popped up. A grin lit his face as he victoriously held the miniature box in his right hand.
"I think I found it." He whispered, just as his alarm went off. "Shit! Five minute warning, Astrid!"
"Are you sure?" she called, rushing over to him and grabbing the small multicolored box from his hands - and accidentally dropped it on the ground. It exploded into a shower of sparks.
"Fuck!" she cried, falling to her knees.
"Well, it almost worked." Andy tried to console her. He picked her up from the ground and just as they were turning to walk away something grabbed their attention.
"What in the - " came from both teens as they turned, the once-small box enlarged to the size of a jumbo refrigerator.
"Um - Ladies first?" Andy said, nearly shoving Astrid in and jumping in after her. A colorful wall appeared right where the open space had been moments before. "Astrid, we have three minutes - "
"Was that - " Astrid started but was cut off by a female voice.
"What is your destination time?" Astrid and Andy looked at each other.
"Uh - June twentieth two thousand and three?" Astrid replied.
"What is your destination arrival?"
"What the hell does that mean?" she hissed to Andy.
"I'm guessing that it means where we're going." He quipped. "Two minutes. Hurry."
"What is your destination arrival?" the voice asked again.
"Pensacola, Florida." she replied, worry beginning to crease her brow.
A new wall sprang up, displaying the information that Astrid had given.
Date: June 20
Year: 2003
Place: Pensacola, Florida
Then the voice spoke again, "Will you need clothing that has place in the time line of that year?" One minute.
"Huh?" Astrid intelligently commented.
"Clothes. I think it means will we need clothes." Andy looked at his watch again.
"Oh! Uh, yea. We're going to need clothing."
"Very well. Enjoy your stay in two thousand and three." The voice fell silent. No time left.
"Um, Astrid?" he lightly tapped her shoulder.
"Yea?" she replied distractedly, peering at the different display boards that were lighting up as the machine started to shake.
"We got company." Andy said, watching in morbid curiosity as several well-armed security guards burst through the doors.
"What the hell does that - HOLY HELL!" she cried, just as two of the guards sighted them and raised their weapons. "That's not savvy!"
The machine began to shake more forcefully, causing the two teens to grab onto each other and watch in terrified fascination as the building around them vanished and they were propelled backwards - to the past.
~~~~
End Notes: Wow. It only took me *looks at watch* four hours to get this and part of chapter two out! Yay me! Trust me Chapter 2: Arrival in Pensacola will be hitting your computers soon - that is if I don't get pulled under with everything else. Yikes!
Elffie