For Her
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A sequel to "My Muse", written by Miss Matched
Dedicated to Starry Nights, for being so encouraging.
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All standard disclaimers apply. Characters from "Hey Arnold" are copyright Craig Barlett and to whomever else they're copyrighted to. Original characters are original, and the author would like sole use of them, unless contacted for permission. All poetry/music in this fanfiction are also original, and once again, may only be used with permission. Thus ends this huge disclaimer.
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AN: This is short... actually, not even a chapter. But watch out, I plan on having the next chapter up tomorrow.
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Chapter Fifteen: Interlude
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Point of View: Gerald
Time: Future
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A few beads of perspiration fell down my face as we had finally finished the time machine. It had been a laborious task that was set ahead of us, recreating the result of years of research in a matter of hours. Yet, still, twelve hours after meeting with Helga and Arnold, it was completed. The silver remote lay in the palm of my beautiful wife's hand.
"So, then..." I whispered to her. She was crying slightly, but holding the remote firmly in her hand. Unlike what others might have imagined, the remote was actually the entire machine, a design that Phoebe herself had created. She turned back to me, determination in her eyes.
"I'm going now." She whispered, "And I can't let you go with me."
"What?!" I asked, confused. We did everything together. Living off of nothing but dreams we had built this lab. "I love you, Phoebe, and there's no way you're going without me."
She sighed, and turned away from me. "Without the safety feature in here, our current minds will not be implanted in our past bodies. We will be traveling into the past, bodies intact. We are going to come into contact with our past selves, we already know that. No one wants to know the effects of that. We could merge permanently, self-destruct, or even melt the fabric of time!" She took a deep breath, and stood up a bit straighter. "I love you Gerald, so much, and that's why I can't let you go. This is too risky, and if I don't make it... I..." I put my arms around her, and let her cry into my shoulder.
"You're so noble, Phoebe," I whispered into her ear, "But I couldn't live without you. I don't doubt you or your intelligence for a moment, but look at everything we've been through together. I never want to live without you, Pheebs. Got that?"
Phoebe clung to me tighter, and when she pulled away, I saw a determination in her eyes like I had never seen before. She truly was an amazing, wonderful person. I grabbed her hand, and she nodded. Two lovers trying to change the course of time; our biggest adventure and trial ever was about to begin...
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Point of View: Nick
Time: Present
Location: Altered timeline
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Nick was furious. Pacing his room like a caged tiger, furious. His inner child, his voice of reason told him to back down. It told him that he should go back, try and make something out of himself. He had let anger eat him away from the inside. He was a man on fire in a child's body. He could feel the burn, it was his soul. It seemed so unfair to him that because of one tiny action, letting Arnold play for him in basketball, his life was ruined. How was he to know that they were being watched and sized up that night, being viewed if they were good enough to play college ball. How could one action change his life so drastically?
And there was that woman... the one with the deep blue eyes. Could he have had a chance with her if he was in that game that day? He liked to think so. He liked to see himself and her together, he pictured it often. He could see her and him on the beach shore, the waves lapping up against his ankles as she lay her head against his shoulder and ran her fingers through his brown hair.... But it was never meant to be. She ended up with Arnold. They had a daughter named Princess, she was probably treated like one too. With her father's money from his basketball, they could very well afford all the finest luxuries in life. Nick looked back down at his clinched fists. His nails had bitten into his skin, and some blood dripped through his fingers. He had been complacent for too long. He had to move, now. It was time for the final blows.
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This story is turning out waaaayyyy longer then I had ever hoped or dreamed. Maybe, just maybe, this is the halfway point in the story. I have the second to the last chapter playing in my head right now, DUDE, it's cool. Lol, with my luck I'm never gonna be able to write it like I'm imagining it. But anyway, I'll try to have the big chapter out tomorrow!
God Bless Y'all,
Miss Matched