A/N- This'll be the shortest chapter I've written in anything ever. Except
the cast of characters part of Beauty in the Beast. WHOOSH! I went out
and bought the entire BTTF trilogy on Wednesday! YAAAHOOOOO! I'm happy!
Happy! Happy, happy, happy! Oh, and Emma did give me my ticket stub later
on. I shall be thankin' ye, Miss Emma, if ye review me fics! Aye, all o'
them.
La Pamplemousse- I know Lockhart. I based a couple of questions on him... Sir Percy? I've heard of him, but I don't think I ever read whatever it was he was in.
Elyse3- I now have ticket stub and am happy. LM is good. (Umm... duh?)
Disclaimer- So, I don't own the most of the characters living here, but I own THREE 'BACK TO THE FUTURE' DVDs! Yes, ALL THREE ARE MINE! MINE, MINE, MINE!
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Cosette found Doctor Emmett Brown leaning against the time machine in the barn, apparently waiting for her.
"So," he asked eagerly, "how'd it go with your mom and pop?"
"My what?"
"Your parents. How'd it go?"
"Oh," Cosette exclaimed. "Yes. I got Madame Fantine to Papa's home and he's gone to get... me."
The doc blinked. "But what about Arras? The trial? Chapmathieu? He shouldn't get you until Christmas!
"I... I don't know about any trial, monsieur. Maybe that's where he's gone."
The doc sighed. "Well, I was thinking about your predicament, and I realized that the lightning bolt is scheduled for tonight! I don't know how we could get all the way to Paris in one night! And then to set up all the wires and things needed to harness the 1.21 jigowatts of power necessary to run the flux capacitor... Cosette, I don't know what to do! You must get back to Paris, 1832, but how? With the DeLorean out of fuel-"
"Monsieur?"
"-which won't be invented until a hundred or so years from now... Great Scott! This is catastrophic!"
"Monsieur?"
"Yes, Cosette?"
"I think your machine can still run."
"What?"
Cosette sighed. "Monsieur, you didn't give me time to explain why I was here. I don't know how to make the machine go! I can't even drive a carriage, monsieur. It's not ladylike, my papa says."
The doc looked rather sheepish. "Oh. Well, if that's all, then..."
Cosette nodded.
"Here's the number of the Gorbeau Tenement," the doc said, handing the flyer about the clock tower to Cosette. "And," he pulled open the door of the DeLorean, "I'll show you what I know about driving."
Within an hour or so, Cosette was seated in the driver's seat of the time machine, waiting for the doc to give a signal to go. She smiled. Doctor Brown was a nice man. It was a shame about those Polish terrorists.
The Polish Terrorists!
Doc Brown gave the thumbs up, and Cosette instinctively pressed the gas pedal. The time circuits flashed up "April 28, 1832" and the location indicator read "Paris."
The car gained speed.
"I forgot all about the Polish terrorists!" Cosette shrieked, but even as the words left her mouth the dial reached fifty.
In a flash of blue light, the car disappeared.
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Yes, 'twas short, but HEY! The plot's a-moving. The more reviews I get, the faster I'll update. I promise.
Hey! Review! What's the matter – you chicken?
Muahahahahahahahhaha!
La Pamplemousse- I know Lockhart. I based a couple of questions on him... Sir Percy? I've heard of him, but I don't think I ever read whatever it was he was in.
Elyse3- I now have ticket stub and am happy. LM is good. (Umm... duh?)
Disclaimer- So, I don't own the most of the characters living here, but I own THREE 'BACK TO THE FUTURE' DVDs! Yes, ALL THREE ARE MINE! MINE, MINE, MINE!
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Cosette found Doctor Emmett Brown leaning against the time machine in the barn, apparently waiting for her.
"So," he asked eagerly, "how'd it go with your mom and pop?"
"My what?"
"Your parents. How'd it go?"
"Oh," Cosette exclaimed. "Yes. I got Madame Fantine to Papa's home and he's gone to get... me."
The doc blinked. "But what about Arras? The trial? Chapmathieu? He shouldn't get you until Christmas!
"I... I don't know about any trial, monsieur. Maybe that's where he's gone."
The doc sighed. "Well, I was thinking about your predicament, and I realized that the lightning bolt is scheduled for tonight! I don't know how we could get all the way to Paris in one night! And then to set up all the wires and things needed to harness the 1.21 jigowatts of power necessary to run the flux capacitor... Cosette, I don't know what to do! You must get back to Paris, 1832, but how? With the DeLorean out of fuel-"
"Monsieur?"
"-which won't be invented until a hundred or so years from now... Great Scott! This is catastrophic!"
"Monsieur?"
"Yes, Cosette?"
"I think your machine can still run."
"What?"
Cosette sighed. "Monsieur, you didn't give me time to explain why I was here. I don't know how to make the machine go! I can't even drive a carriage, monsieur. It's not ladylike, my papa says."
The doc looked rather sheepish. "Oh. Well, if that's all, then..."
Cosette nodded.
"Here's the number of the Gorbeau Tenement," the doc said, handing the flyer about the clock tower to Cosette. "And," he pulled open the door of the DeLorean, "I'll show you what I know about driving."
Within an hour or so, Cosette was seated in the driver's seat of the time machine, waiting for the doc to give a signal to go. She smiled. Doctor Brown was a nice man. It was a shame about those Polish terrorists.
The Polish Terrorists!
Doc Brown gave the thumbs up, and Cosette instinctively pressed the gas pedal. The time circuits flashed up "April 28, 1832" and the location indicator read "Paris."
The car gained speed.
"I forgot all about the Polish terrorists!" Cosette shrieked, but even as the words left her mouth the dial reached fifty.
In a flash of blue light, the car disappeared.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Yes, 'twas short, but HEY! The plot's a-moving. The more reviews I get, the faster I'll update. I promise.
Hey! Review! What's the matter – you chicken?
Muahahahahahahahhaha!