Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. All I own is the ring on my fingers and my car…shaka belle.
Chapter One: After all, he is a scientist
I paced the distasteful puke colored carpet of my apartment in Seattle. My nerves were getting the best of me. Then the phone rang; I jumped and went over to pick it up. I hesitated, but after the third ring I picked it up.
"Hello." I spoke into the phone. I don't like it when people ask, "Hello?" It's too eighties horror film for me. I always believed the only time you ask hello is when someone won't answer you. Either that or you say "Helloooooo…ooo…oooo…oo…o…o…o."
"Miss Bryde! It's Dr. Bricot." My heart dropped. "We need you, we're ready."
"Oh, goody." I droned.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He questioned, with a note of concern in his voice. "Miss Bryde, are you there?"
"Yes." I replied quietly.
"Yes to if you're there or if you're sure you want to do this?"
"Both." I smiled into the phone. I have grown to like scientists. They always ask and to them authority isn't anything too important.
"Good!" He responded enthusiastically. "Then you will be here soon?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure you want to go to this specific era?"
"That's the thing I am most sure of!" I exclaimed. I could hear him chuckling.
"Very well then." Then he hung up. Maybe I should fully explain what is going on. This Dr. Bricot, he is a friend of my father. I grew up around him and since my father was a grade-A workaholic, he watched me most of the time. Yeah, nice. Dr. Bricot talked to me as no other adult has before. Most of them were "Awww! Look at the pwincess!" Get real! Dr. Bricot talked to me as he did my father. He used intellectual words that frightened me at times, but now I use them, people call me too smart for my own good. Which is why I work at Starbucks. Anyway, a few years ago, my father, the workaholic, decided to tell me Dr. Bricot was missing…for four months. It's nice to be caught up with my father in Boston. Then, by some amazing magical force he appeared again. Not to my father, oh no. To my apartment…in Seattle. I was surprised, of course.
Three Years Ago"I've done it!" He rushed into my apartment, rain dripping off him and sopping up my carpet. Unlike some, I didn't care because I hated that ugly carpet.
"Done what?" I asked. He gave me a hurt look, making his crow face deepen.
"The only thing I have been talking about for years!" He replied. I had no idea what he was talking about. He talked about so many things it was ridiculous.
"Do you want some tea?" I inquired politely. He shook his head.
"No!" He exclaimed. "It's your turn! You and a friend! To Arthurian times!" Then I knew what he was talking about. He figured out a way to travel back in time.
Present Day"Hey Wendy!" Liliana called, as she entered the apartment. Liliana was my best friend and roommate. She had her Chili's apron draped over her forearm. "It's time?" She asked excitedly. I nodded gravely. She slammed her keys on the coffee table. "Let's go then!"
"Lili, are you sure you want to go with me?"
"Of course!" She exclaimed. "I remember the last trip!"
"So do I." I replied. "That's why I ask."
"That trip to Tijuana…" She remembered. "Well me no olvidar."
"I no to forget?" I questioned.
"Well…it's about right." I laughed.
" Well, let's go then!"
"Shouldn't we change first?"
"Why?" I asked. "We're not going to the past dressed like this. Why would you think Dr. Bricot would let us?"
"Because running around in the 400s in some jeans and tank tops is so logical."
"Yeah, he'll let us." I replied sarcastically. "After all, he is a scientist."
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