Disclaimer- Not mine ok. I broke in to Mark One's toy room, locked the door behind me and have refused numerous requests to leave. I have no intention of not stealing their playthings but I will promise not to use them to make any money and that all damage will be reversible. (eventually)


Ok, ok, so I'm playing the same story thin, but I couldn't resist doing this story. I enjoyed writing Premonition and had great fun writing True Dreams. I've had a truly underwhelming response for those two stories and so I see no reason why I should stop writing them as no one has told me I should stop. In fact, I finally had reviews saying I was doing well! (THANK YOU SARAH!!!!!!!)
Having said that, on with the story! ^___^


Visions of Time

Bodie and Doyle. Chalk and cheese indeed, but they're good. My best. They've earned the respect and admiration of every other operative I've got woking for me. There isn't a man here, from the oldest trainer to the newest recruit who hasn't met them. Not one man in my organisation has never had to scramble to avoid Bodie in a bad temper. Not one of them have avoided being infected by Doyle's laugh. Those two know how to take care of themselves. Still, I can't help being affected by what I've been seeing lately.

It's worrying them I know, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't worrying me too. Occasionally, not always, but often enough, when I look at one of them, I see something else. Not what I should be seeing, but something that can't really be there. Bodie and Doyle yes, but, not as I should have been seeing them.
Doyle in front of a gun. Bodie at the bottom of some stairs. A house in the country instead of my office. Riding horses instead of walking down the corridor. I can't understand it. All I know is, if anyone finds out about it, I'll be spending my free time with Dr. Ross.

Maybe I've just been working to hard. Maybe if I took some time off, or made an effort to stick to normal working hours. Maybe it'll clear up on it's own.


Then again, maybe not. It keeps happening. It's not even occasionally any more. Every time I see Bodie or Doyle, I see them in a country house, with horses, and men with guns. I can't understand it.


Oh God. We can't reach them. They were planing on spending the weekend with their girlfriends, in a country house, with horses. Just to make matters perfect, there's a gang on the lose, last seen heading in the general direction of the house where Bodie and Doyle are staying. I hope I can find them before any thing happens. I've never experienced any thing like this before, and Im worried it's showing me what's going to happen to them.


I was right. In every way. The horses. The house. The men, the guns, the stairs, everything. I can't believe it. I would never admit it to anyone, but I was worried about them. Although I will never mention it to any one, I knew as soon as they told me about the country house that I was sure that what I had been seeing was what was going to happen to them.
Still, they managed it. I don't think I ever thought they couldn't. They're good. My best.


Ok. I know it's junk and I'm sorry but it was annoying me and would not leave me alone until I wrote it. I know I didn't have to post it but, junk as it is, it does sort of complete the set. If you think you can do better please feel free, I'd like to think a good story can come from this semblance of writing.
Thanks for reading, you're very brave. Let me know if you are going to write this idea please? I'd love to know how you can find a plot in this.
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