Well, since you're all here, we guess it's safe to assume that, you've read the Prologue and are interested in what we have to write.
Yay! Thanks for coming!
Now, this Misadventure has absolutely nothing to do with our on hiatus fic, Katie and Jenny's Misadventures: Knight's Misadventures in Time Traveling. This fic has the same characters, Katie and Jenny, but that's it. Think of it as an alternate universe of sorts to the other Misad. Check out our author's bio for a more detailed explanation. Any more questions; just send us a message and we'll get all your questions answered.
No Sons in this chapter, sad we know, but they'll be along soon!
Disclaimer: We own nothing but a Battlestar Galactica calendar that is always on the month of May, a Lord Sesshomaru keychain; the characters Katie and Jenny, the laptop TRO writes the fics on, and probably a few other things here and there…. Just go by, 'if you recognize it, it's probably not ours'.
And now, TRO and DA present: The Fic!
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Free Books That Smell
In 1692,
seven families with untold power
formed a covenant of silence.
One family lusting for more
was banished,
their bloodline disappearing
without a trace.
Soon after, two other families,
disappeared into history.
To be forgotten by the others.
Until now
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"Pretty, pretty, pretty please?"
"No."
"Pretty please with a cherry and Lee Adama in a towel on top?"
"Tempting, but I don't like cherries."
"But Katie!" Jenny Olivera whined, looking longingly out the window of the black Honda Civic that Katie Cooper was driving, to the slowly disappearing city of Salem, Massachusetts.
"Bad things happen in stores in cities dealing in witchcraft Jenny." Katie fired back, running one hand through her shoulder length brown hair and keeping her eyes on the road ahead, and not the city behind.
"But it's freaking Salem Katie! It's witchcraft central!" Jenny insisted, "You can't honestly tell me that you're not interested too! And don't you want to get out of this car? We've been in here driving for hours!"
Katie sighed and tapped her black painted nails on the steering wheel, "…Ok, fine. We'll stop for a while." She said, turning the car around and heading back toward Salem, something in the back of her mind telling her that this was not one of her better decisions.
It's not like she had a choice really.
Jenny would have griped at her for hours on end had she not relented.
Jenny squealed happily, tossing her mid back length black hair over her shoulder, "Yay! Honestly Katie, what's the worst that can happen?"
"Great Jenny," Katie snorted, "Now you've cursed us!"
('Katie's got a point.' TRO mused from her swivel chair in that fantastic office, her feet propped up on her desk, and her laptop on her lap.
'She does," DA agreed, 'That question, along with the question, "How old could this Twinkie be?" Are probably the most dangerous questions to ask. Ever. Especially in this case with them being on a road trip and all.')
"We're probably breaking so many horror movie laws right now." Katie muttered, turning onto one of the streets near the Salem Common and parking in a small parking lot near a street with a few shops.
Jenny rolled her eyes and got out of the car, "All three of you need to lighten up. Seriously. It's not like we're going to end up in some crazy world with a lunatic who's obsessed with spiders just because we decided to take a break in witchcraft central." She said before flicking her door shut.
"We are so, so extremely screwed!" Katie groaned, banging her forehead against the steering wheel.
The two teens walked slowly down the street glancing through the windows of all the different shops. It was the end of August, so the weather was still warm. Jenny was wearing faded blue jeans, sneakers, and a dark red fitted tee shirt with the words 'Frak Off' in black lettering, and Katie was wearing a pair of white leggings under old, worn black jeans with multiple holes, and a black shirt with a silvery image of a phoenix reflected over itself in different shades.
They turned the corner and headed down another street with a few shops and some small restaurants, and Katie was halfway down the block when she noticed Jenny wasn't with her, "Oh shit," She muttered, freaking out just a bit, looking left and right for her friend, "We really did drive into a horror movie!"
Katie spun around, and was immediately relieved to see her friend gazing into the window of a store at the end of the block, "Jenny! What are you doing?" She asked, making her way back over to her friend.
"…. so pretty…" Jenny said, mesmerized, her eyes not leaving the shop's window display.
Katie glanced at the shop. It was a book store, "What's pretty? The molding around the window? I've seen nicer."
"The books…." Jenny replied absently, reaching out to touch the window, "They're so pretty…."
Katie rolled her eyes, "You wanna go inside?"
"YES!" Jenny squealed excitedly, grabbing one of Katie's arms and pulling her into the small shop.
"Jenny! My arm!" Katie yelled as she was pulled inside, "What the hell is that smell?" She muttered; putting a hand over her nose once they were inside the musty book shop, the bell on the door ringing quietly as it shut behind them.
Jenny stroked the spine of a nearby book lovingly, "It's the smell… of knowledge!" She said dramatically.
('I always thought old books smelled like moldy cheese.' TRO commented.
'Don't insult the books!' DA growled, prompting TRO to roll her eyes.)
"Jenny… you're really beginning to freak me out now," She said slowly, "I knew we shouldn't have stopped here." She muttered to herself as an afterthought.
Katie understood fully that Jenny had a bit of a book fetish, hell, she did too, but this was just a little bit much.
"But they have such nice books!" Jenny said happily, her attitude making a 180, looking around the shop in awe at all the old, dusty volumes as she walked down an aisle to the other side.
Katie rolled her eyes, "The minute you start going all 'my precious' on me, we're leaving."
Jenny chuckled from across the shop where she was looking at a shelf of large, old tomes, "Katie, you're being so uptight," She admonished, "Relax! We're on vacation three-thousand miles from home, you're not taking care of ten psycho campers and getting no sleep, and I'm not taking summer school. Honestly, you're being as uptight as Scott Summers. It's not good for your health you know."
"Do I really have a stick the size of a cherry red sports car stuck up my butt?" Katie asked blandly leaning against one of the many bookcases, not looking up from an ancient civil war diary she was flipping through.
"It's getting there."
Katie mock glared at her black haired friend, "Thanks."
Jenny and Katie quietly browsed around the shop for a while, not realizing that there were no other costumers, nor had anyone else come in since they did, and the owner was nowhere in sight.
Jenny was looking through books near the back of the shop when she found something interesting.
"Oh! This book looks really old," She commented, pulling it off the shelf.
"It smells really old too." Katie commented to her left.
Rolling her eyes, Jenny blew the dust off the cover of the book, and Katie sneezed, "Hmm… odd title." She commented.
"What's it called?" Katie asked, wiping her nose off with a tissue she dug out of her purse.
Jenny turned around and placed the tome on top of a pile of books, "It's called, 'The Real Book of Damnation that wasn't written by a Bunch of Sexist Morons Who Forgot about the Six and Seventh Families'."
Katie put the book she was leafing through on top of another nearby pile, "Seriously?" She asked with some skepticism in her voice.
"Yeah," Jenny nodded, "Hey, didn't we watch a movie once with a Book of Damnation in it?"
Katie shrugged, knowing what movie Jenny was talking about, "Yeah. It was nothing like this though." She said, nodding at the book.
Jenny flipped the book open to the forward, "Wow," She commented, "These are some pissed off women."
"What do you mean?" Katie asked, moving to read over Jenny's shoulder.
Jenny gestured to the forward, "It's pretty much a rant about a bunch of 'sexist morons' who forgot about these two women Danielle and Anna and their families when writing 'their' book."
Katie tilted her head to the side while Jenny continued looking though the book, "Um… Jenny?"
"Yeah?"
"You consider yourself an expert on books and all things literary, right?" Katie asked slowly.
"Sure," Jenny shrugged, not taking her eyes off the book, "Why?"
"Are books supposed to have glowing spines?"
Jenny looked up and gave Katie a 'what are you smoking' look.
Then, the light grew so bright that they couldn't see.
And what happened next was even more confusing.
When the light receded, nothing seemed different, but the next thing they knew, Katie and Jenny were being pushed out the front door of the shop by the previously missing owner who muttered something about them being the millionth costumers, take the book and go, before slamming the door shut and turning the 'open' sign that was hanging in the shop's front window to 'closed'.
"What in the world?" Katie muttered, staring at the closed shop door.
"Well," Jenny reasoned, "We got a free book."
Katie laughed, "Let's get back on the road. It's your turn to drive."
Walking back to the car, nothing seemed different, thought Katie and Jenny did feel a little strange.
"Eh, it was probably just those doughnuts we had for breakfast." Jenny said offhandedly as they reached the car.
They got into the car and Jenny was about to pull out of the parking space when her phone rang, "Hello?... Hi Mom… Yeah we're doing fine…. Nothing much, we're just leaving Salem… Wait…" Jenny put the car back in park and cut the engine slowly, garnering a strange look from Katie, "What are you talking about…. What transfer papers…. Ipswich?... Harvard?... We do?... We did?... Oh…. Right… You know I was kidding! … Of course we're excited… Yeah…. I'll make sure she calls them… yeah… bye…" Jenny hung up the phone slowly, and Katie had noticed her increased confusion as the phone call progressed.
"What was that all about Jenny?" Katie asked, watching her friend staring out the front windshield.
Jenny turned to look at Katie, "Since when did we decide that we want to go to Harvard?"
And that is chapter one. It's a little shorter than we're used to, but the fic is turning out to be pretty long, and we're going to do our best to update as often as we can. We just want to make sure that we have at least a couple chapters after the ones we post written so we don't get stuck (like we did in Misad: KMTT…. we're trying to get out of that rut too…)
A glimpse inside the next chapter:
"But we don't want to go to Harvard."
"Well then I guess we've fallen into some alternate universe where we do."
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TRO and DA
