I had just finished my first day of work as a journalist. God, it was exhausting.

It wasn't boring, I just wasn't used to the workplace, didn't know the people, and I worked harder than usual to please them. I just wasn't trying to get a job I had wanted for a long time, I was getting an insight of Bill Hawks and what might be useful for our future plans so I really needed the job and to keep it.

It was only my first day, and I had found some pretty good information already. I guess I could use one of my father's favourite phrases, 'little things can strike a gold mine'.

I yawned as I walked into Thomas, Bertram and I's house. Thomas' father was a cellist before he died and had taught him to play, and Constance had paid for him to have lessons afterwards. He was Grade 7 now and had been asked to join a band that played at gigs. The pay wasn't too bad and he was happy, so I guess he was fine.

Bertram…I don't know what he did but he was hardly home. I don't know whether he liked it or not, but it couldn't be too bad.

As I walked through the dining room, Thomas was going back and forth between some of his sheet music and the newspaper eating a bagel. He was using the cello case as a footrest. When I first saw him do so I thought it would break the case or the cello but both are a lot stronger than they look, I assure you.

"Thomas?"

He finished reading the paragraph of the newspaper article he was interested in (something to do with the recovery from World War Two in France or Belgium or somewhere), before putting it aside and looking at me.

"Yes Clive?"

"Once I've had a bath and I've ate I'm going out. I'll be back by around ten at the latest."

"OK! Bertram will be back any minute and I've been asked to join an Orchestra- it's my first rehearsal tonight and I'm so nervous!- so I'm going to be out as well. Is it to do with your plans for Bill?"

I burrowed my eyebrows slightly. "Please don't talk about it in such a casual tone like you are. I'm not trying to offend you by what I say next, because I know he killed your parents as well, but if we do get caught, my sentence will be considerably longer than yours and I'd prefer to completely avoid having a sentence altogether."

I could tell by Thomas' face he had been bottling up some anger with me for a while. "Look Clive, I know you're angry about what Bill did, but if you go to jail, it's your fault."

"But I don't want him to kill all those people he has and get away with it! I'm not just trying to avenge him for my own personal gain, I'm doing it for you, Bertram, the victims and the people close to the victims! So if I do go to jail, then I'm partially going for you as well!"

"I'm just stating it Clive, no need to bite my head off."

"No need to wind me up so I bite your head off." I muttered before I went upstairs for a bath.

The bath took what seemed like days to fill, so while it was, I went into my room and read some of the plans I had brought home with me to study. It was about scientists working in the field of time travel. It was more Dimitri's sort of thing, but he wanted to make sure I understood as well.

Eventually the bath actually was near a reasonable level, I put down the paperwork and got in. I got out after a couple of minutes relaxing in it, and got changed into my own clothes rather that the suit and tie I had to wear for the work.

Coming downstairs I made a sandwich out of the first thing I could find (Ham) and left the house. Thomas looked like he was ignoring me and Bertram still wasn't back yet.

Dimitri was currently out of London so I couldn't do anything with him, so I decided to walk to Midland Road and see Spring and Cogg. After all, my clock had broken two nights ago and they'd probably get me a new one a little cheaper than they would someone else.

Midland Road wasn't overly far from the house, so it wasn't long before I was walking down it. Something didn't feel quite right when I did though, I sensed someone was nearby but I couldn't see them. I walked a little, it moved with me. I stopped, it stopped. I knew it wasn't my messenger bag that made me feel like that, and yet I still didn't see anyone.

"Alright! I know you're following me, so just come out!"

I heard the person following chuckle slightly. It was a male, young adult. I could tell who it was before they appeared or even spoke, despite trying to block them out of my head ever since I met them, especially when he left. Jackson Samson.

"Awww, look, little Clive's grown up to be a big boy!" He said mockingly. I stayed quiet, keeping my eyebrows burrowed.

"You're supposed to talk to me, you know. I was the one bullying you, making me your superior. Let's see if you've…toughened up a bit since I last saw you, you posh bastard."

I could tell exactly what he was hinting. I might not be as strong as him, but at least I had brains. As soon as he sent a punch directly at my face I jumped out of the way. Unfortunately I tripped, so he pinned me to the ground and hit me anywhere he could in my upper body, I wouldn't be surprised if I hadn't broke a bone or two. It was when he went for my jaw for about the third time I snapped. Even before I started seeking revenge I never let anyone get away with things that hurt me. Back when I had just become orphaned I didn't have the courage to fight him but now I did.

I kicked him in the bollocks as hard as I could. Just because I spent my teenage years with Constance didn't mean I was a pussy. He doubled over, but he wasn't going to let me win there. He stumbled forward when he doubled over, tripping me up, and he had obviously put on a show to make me feel as if I was going to win. He got up ready to kick me, but I tripped him over in the process. He tried a couple more times trying to get up, but when he realised every time I'd trip him over again, he just stayed on the floor to fight. We grabbed the collar of each other's shirts and threw each other around, kicking each other with as much force in the most painful places.

Throughout the fight, we were going at each other so violently neither of us were realising what we were doing, so we probably hit ourselves several times thinking it was the other.

Both of us knew it was going to end as a draw because neither of us were weakening at a faster rate than the other. I let go first, though I knew he wouldn't double cross. I knew he had bullied me, but I knew that was a fact.

As soon as Jackson got up, he pointed at me and hissed. I'm not sure whether that was as a sign of hatred or he was wincing at a wound.

"Clive Dove, you're not going to live much longer, and if anyone finishes your life, I'd love it if it was me."

"If anyone dies, it's going to be you, you bastard. I think you might as well live your life now because otherwise you won't have the chance."

"You bastard." He muttered. "You idiotic, spoilt brat bastard."

Jackson walked away after he said that, calming down. Actually, he was limping from a kick I had got either on his ankle or on his shin.

I finally got up once I lost sight of him. I unruffled my clothes and quickly checked all the bruises and scars he had given me, I didn't want any infection. None of them looked too bad, but I decided I didn't need Spring seeing them.

I didn't want to go back quite yet, so I decided to have a night in the office on my own. I was sixteen and I was second in command, so Dimitri couldn't shout at me for being here.

I opened the door to enter the main building, to find that the light to our office was on. I stiffened up then. Please don't say someone's broken in, please don't say someone's broken in, please-

"Hello, Clive. You're here later than usual."

"Dimitri you told me you were out-"

"I was. The trip was cut a day short so I'm back today instead of tomorrow."

"You could have at least somehow got a message-"

"How could I without looking suspicious?! Your house doesn't have a phone and people already don't trust me because of my first attempt to kill Bill. I managed to trick them into proving me innocent, but the public still think I'm a threat to the community!"

"For God's sake! There are lots of ways you could have gotten a message to me without even showing yourself! You could have got one of the Family to come out of uniform and from what I heard, Bertram came here before he got home, which was probably half an hour ago at the latest!"

"Clive, you need to control your temper. What the hell has gotten you in a bad mood? You're usually grumpy and slightly argumentative but this is a new record!"

I grumbled under my breath, ignoring him. I shifted, so my trouser leg came up, showing the scars there. One of them looked like it was getting poofy.

"Alright, I got into a fight." I finally answered.

He didn't ask anything about it, but just said. "I know."

"How?"

"I heard you and another man yelling curses at each other. Before you start another argument, you weren't actually fighting and from your description, I deduced him to be the person bullying you since a child. You were nowhere near physically fighting when I saw you, and you'd be in just a bad mood if I stepped in."

I said nothing.

"You look like you've broken something."

"I can sort it myself, I'm a legal adult and I can still go to the private hospital Constance took me to. I inherited all her money so stop treating me like I have to get you to do it." I wasn't starting another argument, I was just stating a point.

"Your health it more important that the plotting you know."

"I. Will. Be. Fine." I said. "Can I spell it out more simply than that to you?"

I flopped myself in the chair closest to me. I think the bone might have been my nose, but I've had a broken nose before and I know exactly what to do with it myself. There's no point in wasting the doctors time, and that's just showing I'm Dimitri's lapdog. I may be second in command, but I'm the one giving the decisions and paying for it, so I deserve rights as well.

Anyway, I'd suffered much more pain than this in a different way- Grief. The memories of my parents and Constance's deaths would scare me forever, but one thing I'd learnt over the years was how to hide my actual pain. One of the best thing I'd ever learnt.

Dimitri sat in his chair at his desk opposite me, pretending he wasn't concerned over my health, but it was so obvious he was. I fake smiled to back it up, but he looked more irritated than persuaded. He pretended he thought it was real and just carried on with what he was currently doing. Eventually, he looked up to me.

"So, did you manage to find anything interesting today, or did you just argue with your co-workers and got sacked."

I frowned at him, before reluctantly giving him the folder of notes I had written. I thought I'd get less than I actually did, the folder was stuffed with useful information, on Bill Hawks, the Explosion, even about someone else other than Dimitri trying to kill Bill. It had everything we needed in it. Dimitri scanned through the contents with great interest, pulling out several of the sheets. He left those until last and studied these ones with more detail than the others.

Most of these were about Bill before he became the Prime Minister, and were more about his work when he was studying time travel. Apart from the clothes he was wearing, he looked almost identical to what he did now, though Dimitri in the pictures both of them were in had aged a lot, despite only being in his early thirties. Anyway, most criminals looked older than they actually were, so it probably wasn't anything unusual.

Though most of them were text, he had grabbed some pictures out as well. Most of the articles though were written by the same man. I asked Dimitri who he was but he didn't know, so I guessed he was just interested in Science and Time Travel.

Dimitri had one of the articles under his hands, highlighting two sentences out of the article before passing it to me. I smiled as I read it. It was the European Newspaper. Bill Hawks, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, an ex-Scientist in the field of Time Travel, admitted to still having a deep interest in it even after climbing the Political Ladder. If he does not get elected in the next elections, then he said he would go back to being a Scientist.

"Dimitri, I've just thought of a great idea to trick Bill into."

Dimitri rolled his eyes. "Go on then."

"We could make a 'Future London' underground of the real London to trick Bill that he's gone into the future. We could start it off by the presentation I've been telling you about, knocking him out and making sure he wakes up there. Then everyone else will think he's lost in the future and whoever does the presentation could figure out a way to make it seem like it's made an error and we can't retrieve him. Then we could seek revenge on him and return him once we've done so, pretending the scars are from the impact. Ten years into the future should be about enough since we can almost replicate modern London and then just change, add and take away things."

"That sounds like a pretty good plan to go by loosely but I do have one thing we have to consider- How are we going to connect 'Future London' and our London?"

"Since I said underground, we could build an elevator."

"Yes, I know that, but where are we going to place the elevator?"

"Somewhere that doesn't look too obvious…The Midland Road Clock Shop?"

"Perfect." Dimitri said. "Well, I can assure myself with my building and putting the plan into action skills and your brain and ideas, this plan may actually be successful."

I dedicated my time on Holiday to publish this. Be grateful.