So they found younger Artie Abrams the inventor of the device. Will he be able to fix it and send Sam to the future? Will he even believe them? I hope you all enjoy this crazy story of mine. Lol. I love SciFi.
Mercedes couldn't believe how good Sam looked with his haircut but she needed to remind herself to stay focused. He was only there temporarily. Once they get Artie to fix the sphere then Sam can be back on his way to the future. She smiled over at him as they both took a deep breath. Mercedes and Sam both walked over to where Artie was still checking himself out. They both stared at him with a smile on their face that caused him to turn and look at them and smile back awkwardly. Mercedes was happy to be meeting someone that was going to be important in the future and she knew Sam was smiling because he was sure that he was on his way home. Artie on the other hand was smiling wondering what the hell was going on.
"Okay, normally I'm flattered when a pretty chick is staring me down after I get my haircut, but to have you staring me down with your boyfriend is making me antsy." Artie said looking between the two of the nervously. Mercedes blushed and looked over at Sam who was blushing as well before she snapped back and realized what Artie said.
"Oh…no…he's not my boyfriend." Mercedes quickly said. "I'm Mercedes Jones and this is my friend Officer Sam Evans from the Lima police station." Sam flashed his CPI badge quickly then placed it back in his pocket before Artie could read it. They both shook his hand and continued smiling at him.
"Oh…am I under arrest or something?" Artie asked looking between the two of them.
"No…we just have a few questions for you. Do you mind coming with us?" Sam asked as if he was a policeman of this time. Mercedes smiled and pretended as if she was a cop as well.
"Sure." Artie pushed his frames back up on his nose and smiled at Mercedes. "I thought you two were looking for a threesome. I'd be down for it but I draw the line when it's two males." He looked over at Sam and raised his hands. "No offense." Mercedes looked at Artie then back at Sam and shook her head.
"This is the man of the future, Sam?" she asked as they walked over to her car. Sam tried to hold in his laughter as he helped Artie into the car then went to sit in the front seat.
"Let's not freak him out just yet." He whispered to her and looked in the backseat and smiled as Artie placed his seatbelt on.
"The man of what?" Artie asked as he tried to listen to them whisper back and forth between the two of them. "What are you two whispering about?" Sam turned and smiled as he began to explain everything to Artie. He told him as much as he could without telling him that he had found Artie dead in his office. He couldn't tell if Artie was believing anything he was saying or not but he continued till they reached Mercedes' house. Once they were inside of her home they sat on the couch and looked at Artie waiting on him to say something.
"So, basically I need your help getting back to 2045." Sam said when Artie still was quietly looking at them.
"Okay, um, let me get this straight." He pushed his chair towards the window and stopped. "I built a time machine in the future and you got your hand on it. How? Did I not try to stop you? Did I not build some sort of futuristic shield around it to stop people from stealing it?" Artie asked then turned and looked over at Sam. Mercedes knew that Artie would want to know why he didn't come back with him.
"Sam, just play the footage for him." Mercedes said. "Some people need to see things to believe it.
"Like you?" Sam asked giving her a lopsided grin. She playfully swatted him causing him to laugh even more. "Either way, I can't, I'm not wearing the suit."
"You have a suit that plays movies in the future?"
"No…" Sam shook his head. "In the future all of our memories are banked into a server that can be played back. It's usually used in court so that the right people are arrested in jailed and no one can be falsely accused."
"Wow that is both awesome and scary."
"You created it. I think it was to find out who caused the accident that left you wheelchair bound." Sam explained and smiled at Mercedes because he finally remembered something from history class. She smiled back at him then placed her focus back on Artie. Ever since the makeover she'd found herself just staring at Sam. He was definitely fine before but with the haircut he was looking even better and she finally noticed just how green his eyes were.
"Okay but I don't understand why I didn't come back in time with you." Artie said and looked between Mercedes and Sam. "Is there something you're not telling me?" Mercedes looked at Sam and shrugged.
"Just tell him, Sam."
"Um, okay well when I found you, Finn Hudson was the last person I saw leaving your office and you were dead laying on the ground."
"Wait a minute…who is Finn Hudson and why did he kill me?"
"I'm not sure if he killed you or not but he's a football player in my time and he was trying to leave with this." Sam said holding out the device in front of him. Artie rolled over to him and held the device in his hand then looked up at Sam in shock.
"The Reverser… REVICIR…" he smiled and looked up at Sam. "Well the name is still being worked on but it stands for Reverse Injury Circle. I have been trying different names for it. I think I spent more time focused on the name then actually building this thing." Mercedes looked at Sam and frowned thinking about why Artie must have created it. Maybe he wanted to go back in time and avoid the accident. The whole thing was making her sad as she thought about all that he'd been through. "I've only drawn ideas about this. I have never been able to finish it. I can't believe it's here."
"Well in the future you have it completely finished and you were going to present it that day that day then I got my hand on it and everything went blank."
"Do you think you can fix it?" Mercedes asked. Artie looked at the sphere and shook his head. "Sam really needs to get back to his time. He needs to catch the person that hurt you and bring him to justice."
"Maybe you can send me back before you're murdered and I can save both you and keep Finn away from getting his hand on the device."
"I just started thinking about making this item like yesterday and you're telling me that I don't finish building it till 2045. I took 30 years to build this and you think I can fix it now?" Artie shook his head. "And honestly I didn't even build the right thing. I was supposed to build something that would reverse spinal injuries and help wheelchair bound people like me. And all I did was create something to reverse time. How does that help me now?" He shook his head and placed the device back in Sam's hand. "I can't help you. I can't even help myself." He rolled over to the front door and stopped. "I can't even leave without one of you helping me out and you want me to fix this thing and say I'm important to the future. I'm not. I'm just a wheelchair bound kid with no future." Mercedes looked at Artie then over at Sam who was lookin down at the sphere and then up at her. They were both looking like they were ready to give up.
"Hey, look here Artie, Sam is here from the future telling you how important you are. He's telling you that you are important. That you create important and useful things in the future. You built a freaking server that helps catch criminals for crying out loud. You pretty much make my career a living hell as a defense attorney! But damn it, if you don't see how important you are to the future, can you at least try and help him get back to arrest the man that kills you?" Mercedes asked. Artie looked at her then over at Sam and shook his head.
"I mean I can try but it might be finished in thirty years." Artie replied sarcastically. "I'm just saying. You're speech was nice and all but it still doesn't change the fact that I have no idea what I am doing, right now."
"No…it won't be thirty years. Yes at first it took you that long to get it out of your head but it's here right now." She walked over to Sam and took the device and placed it in Artie's hands. "Look at it! It's real. It may not have been what you intended to create but its right here…in your hands." She smiled at him and knelt down in front of him. "That's the future right there and you made it. You're more than just some wheelchair kid. You're important to me and to Sam." She turned around and held her hand out for Sam till he came over and held it.
"I promise I'll get back and find out who murdered you or stop it from happening whatever you want me to do I will do it. Just…fix it, please." Sam begged. Mercedes smiled as she looked at him then looked over at Artie who slowly smiled at the both of them.
"Okay…I'll get started on it." Artie smiled. "In the meantime, where have you been sleeping?" he asked Sam. "I would invite you to my place but I stay with my mom and she gets weirded out with strangers from the future and such."
"Oh…I have a spare room that he can crash in till you send him back to his own place." Mercedes replied looking at Sam and smiling.
"Thanks Mercedes, I owe you a bunch when I get back to my time." Sam smiled back. They both stared at each other for a minute till Artie cleared his throat.
"You sure you two aren't…more than friends?" Artie asked.
"We only met yesterday…so trust me…" Mercedes giggled. "So…um how about we go out and celebrate. I know a really nice spot where we can eat and have fun at the same time and I get to eat free." She smiled. "Sam, you remember the girl you were questioning yesterday?"
"You pretended to be a cop?" Artie asked.
"I wasn't too sure where I was when I was questioning her." Sam replied.
"Anyway, her father owns the Sugar Shack. So if you're all game we can head over there now." She looked at the boys. Artie smiled but Sam looked like he wasn't too sure. "Artie's not going to fix the device tonight so we might as well enjoy the time we have while you're here, right?" she asked hoping he'd say yes. She could tell Sam was thinking about it and then finally he allowed the side of his lip to curl up.
"Alright, you're right." Sam finally said. "Don't lose the sphere Artie."
"I won't. My life depends on it remember?"
"Just give me a minute to change out of these work clothes and we'll be on our way out the door." Mercedes said making her way up the stairs.
"Women." Artie said shaking his head as she ran up and left them in the living room. "So what else did I invent in the future?" was the last thing Mercedes heard him ask Sam before she closed her bedroom door.