crazysexyshort, peeps. sorry. more in the works. oh, and by the way, somehow this has become a Sliders crossover. heh, who knew?
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"But Quinn! It's stealing!" Wade Wells screamed over the roar of the crowd fleeing the Californian quake.
"Miss Wells," Professor Arturo shouted, "if the choice is between taking this vehicle and our lives . . ."
"Girl, just get in the van!" Rembrant said, pushing Wade in. "How long we got, Q-ball?"
Quinn Mallory checked the device in his hand. "Just a few more seconds. Think you can get this thing started, Remy?"
"Sure as my name is Rembrant Brown!" The earth shifted under their feet. "C'mon baby, start for the Crying Man."
"The key's in the glove compartment." They all jumped at the new voice. "If you were wondering." A small man, about Wade's height, in natty clothes was sitting in the back of the van with a guitar.
Wade hit the Professor. "See!" she hissed, "I told you! We're really sorry, uh..."
"Oz."
"Oz. Right. Um, but, we sorta kinda need to get out of here in a hurry, and . . ."
"Earthquake. Yeah. I noticed that."
The four van-raiders passed a well worn look between them. Quinn spoke up. "It's a little more complicated than tha--"
A fissure began to open just behind the back wheels.
"Don't worry," Rembrant called. "The Crying Man is taking this show on the road!"
The Professor turned to Quinn. "How long?"
"In 5 . . .4 . . .3 . . .2 . . ." Quinn pointed the device in his hand out the front window.
A swirling vortex of blue and black, shot through with red, opened up in front of the van. Oz couldn't be sure, but it seemed to expand and gently pull at the van. Which really didn't matter much since Rembrant drove straight for it.