Hard Look into the Future By Ms. Neptune Holmes
A/N: Hi everyone, here's the 12th chapter of my fic. Sorry it took so long. Enjoy!
BTW: I decided to split this chapter into two, and have an epilogue at the end. So you'll have 2 more chapters!
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A few days after his confrontation with Doctor Cushing, Javert was deemed healthy enough to leave the hospital. The old inspector rejoiced inwardly at the news. Today was also the day that he would be leaving the 22nd century forever.
Once again, he stared out of the window of the hovercraft, observing the futuristic city and reflecting on everything that had happened to him over the past few days. Mr. Holmes, Lestrade, and even the "Irregulars" had come to see him during the last few days at the hospital. It felt oddly comforting that they were there. None of his colleagues had ever visited him when he was in the infirmary back in past. In fact the only one who did come to visit was the Prefect.
'I have softened since arriving here. But that has helped me gain friendship.' Javert shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the thought. In the past, the thought of having friends was considered a distraction from his duty. Now, without it, the whole concept was open to him. Duty has been my main distraction, I thought I always needed it, but now I see that it kept me from having a close caring relationship, like these people. Valjean let his heart soften too, despite everything, and it made him happy. '
They (he, Holmes and Lestrade) arrived at Baker Street. Not a word was spoken as the trio entered the flat.
There was a shout of "SURPRISE!" when the young detective opened the door that made him jump. The room was brightly lit with Technicolor decorations.
Tennyson, Diedre, Wiggins , and even Watson were standing in the middle of the sitting room, holding up crystal glasses, smiling.
"Mon Dieu!(1) Chacun! (2)" Javert exclaimed.
"We thought ye ought to 'ave a fair goin' off party, right guys?"
"Right" chimed in Wiggins
"Bur-whir beep!" Tennyson "said"
"Here Here!" Exclaimed the compudroid
Javert allowed himself a little smile. "Merci everyone," the old man chuckled, "No one's ever made such a fuss over me before." he took a glass from Watson's hand. Lestrade and Holmes took one from the dining table.
"I propose a toast," declared Holmes, who lifted the crystal high into the air.
"Here's to the defeat of Moriarty; and," he glanced over to the older inspector, "here's to new friends!"
"Cheers!" everyone shouted in unison.
Javert snorted as they tangy liquid went down his throat.
"What is this?" He asked Deidre as she too finished her glass.
"It's Global Gusher, a soda." The short haired girl said. "Alcohol was outlawed in 2093 alongside tobacco. An' were not old 'nough to have it anyway."
There was a knock at the door. Watson obligingly answered it. Much to Javert's dismay, Doctor Cushing stepped in, holding his badge and money in an open hand.
"Mr. Javert?", she called out The old man stepped out of the crowd of five and stepped in front of her, his eyes level with hers. "Yes, Doctor Cushing?" Javert's tone was, much to his suprise, calm and almost uncharacteristically pleasant.
The psychologist handed him his possessions, "I came to give you these back." She nodded to the bank note and badge and, "she lowered her eyes demurely "to apologize." Both Sherlock Holmes and Inspector Lestrade, who had come up beside him, looked flabbergasted. "You were correct on both parts, on being from the 19th century and judging before I had the facts."
The old Inspector waved his hand. "It is of little consequence, Madame, I assure you. But come, will you have a glass with us?"
The fair-haired woman seemed surprised at the offer. With a gentle smile, she nodded.
When the psychologist took her place within the group, Javert quieted the group, with a gentle cry for attention. Everyone looked at him, a little surprised.
"I have learned much during the time I've been here" the old inspector started, "And I wish to continue to. So, I was hoping-- I could stay in the 22nd century." He glanced over to Holmes, "If you'll have me," he finished quietly.
The flaxen-haired man grinned "I'd like nothing better."
"However," Javert said "I must return to the past to...resolve some issues of a personal level. But, I'd love to stay here, among friend, among, my own little 'family. I have nothing left for me in Paris-in my time."
"Of course." agreed the woman inspector. We'd be glad to have you." The phone rung in the other room.
"I'll get it," cried the compudroid as he retreated to the hallway. A few minutes later, Watson returned. "That was Sir Evan's friend. The time machine is ready."
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Javert stared at the huge machine that would take him back temporarily to the 19th century. It looked like a open doorway that had a soft glimming light coming from within it. The old inspector looked at it, determined.
'I MUST do this, I must set things right and settle everything if I am to be at peace..'
"Mr. Javert?" some put their hand on his shoulder, making him turn swiftly on heel. He was face to face with Professor Sanders. The man was perhaps 30 years old, with dark brown hair, emerald eyes and was wearing a lab coat.
"Oui, I am ready."
"Now," said the younger man, handing him a small heavy triangle shaped object with a red button in the middle. "This will bring you back to the 22nd century. You can go back for one hour only. Any longer, and you will not be able to come back, I don't think my machine can hold any longer than that. "
"I understand." Javert husked
"What shall I set the time to?" Professor Sanders called as he went to the control panel.
"June 6th, 1832, about 11:30 p.m." replied Javert.
There was the sound of clicking, before Sanders yelled, "Alright, go through!"
Javert glanced back once at the group standing behind him. The three teenagers, Lestrade, Holmes, Watson, and even Doctor Cushing all wished him good luck. He nodded, and faced the time portal again. Frowning, the old inspector stepped to the machine confidently. He hesitated for a moment, then disappeared through the portal.
To be continued...
~End Notes~ Yes I do realize that the time portal was a little cliché, but I didn't know how else to send him back.
BTW: For those who were wondering, alcohol as well as smoking products were outlawed in the 22nd century, so they were drinking soda!
Mon Dieu!- My God!
Chacun!- Everyone
A/N: Hi everyone, here's the 12th chapter of my fic. Sorry it took so long. Enjoy!
BTW: I decided to split this chapter into two, and have an epilogue at the end. So you'll have 2 more chapters!
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A few days after his confrontation with Doctor Cushing, Javert was deemed healthy enough to leave the hospital. The old inspector rejoiced inwardly at the news. Today was also the day that he would be leaving the 22nd century forever.
Once again, he stared out of the window of the hovercraft, observing the futuristic city and reflecting on everything that had happened to him over the past few days. Mr. Holmes, Lestrade, and even the "Irregulars" had come to see him during the last few days at the hospital. It felt oddly comforting that they were there. None of his colleagues had ever visited him when he was in the infirmary back in past. In fact the only one who did come to visit was the Prefect.
'I have softened since arriving here. But that has helped me gain friendship.' Javert shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the thought. In the past, the thought of having friends was considered a distraction from his duty. Now, without it, the whole concept was open to him. Duty has been my main distraction, I thought I always needed it, but now I see that it kept me from having a close caring relationship, like these people. Valjean let his heart soften too, despite everything, and it made him happy. '
They (he, Holmes and Lestrade) arrived at Baker Street. Not a word was spoken as the trio entered the flat.
There was a shout of "SURPRISE!" when the young detective opened the door that made him jump. The room was brightly lit with Technicolor decorations.
Tennyson, Diedre, Wiggins , and even Watson were standing in the middle of the sitting room, holding up crystal glasses, smiling.
"Mon Dieu!(1) Chacun! (2)" Javert exclaimed.
"We thought ye ought to 'ave a fair goin' off party, right guys?"
"Right" chimed in Wiggins
"Bur-whir beep!" Tennyson "said"
"Here Here!" Exclaimed the compudroid
Javert allowed himself a little smile. "Merci everyone," the old man chuckled, "No one's ever made such a fuss over me before." he took a glass from Watson's hand. Lestrade and Holmes took one from the dining table.
"I propose a toast," declared Holmes, who lifted the crystal high into the air.
"Here's to the defeat of Moriarty; and," he glanced over to the older inspector, "here's to new friends!"
"Cheers!" everyone shouted in unison.
Javert snorted as they tangy liquid went down his throat.
"What is this?" He asked Deidre as she too finished her glass.
"It's Global Gusher, a soda." The short haired girl said. "Alcohol was outlawed in 2093 alongside tobacco. An' were not old 'nough to have it anyway."
There was a knock at the door. Watson obligingly answered it. Much to Javert's dismay, Doctor Cushing stepped in, holding his badge and money in an open hand.
"Mr. Javert?", she called out The old man stepped out of the crowd of five and stepped in front of her, his eyes level with hers. "Yes, Doctor Cushing?" Javert's tone was, much to his suprise, calm and almost uncharacteristically pleasant.
The psychologist handed him his possessions, "I came to give you these back." She nodded to the bank note and badge and, "she lowered her eyes demurely "to apologize." Both Sherlock Holmes and Inspector Lestrade, who had come up beside him, looked flabbergasted. "You were correct on both parts, on being from the 19th century and judging before I had the facts."
The old Inspector waved his hand. "It is of little consequence, Madame, I assure you. But come, will you have a glass with us?"
The fair-haired woman seemed surprised at the offer. With a gentle smile, she nodded.
When the psychologist took her place within the group, Javert quieted the group, with a gentle cry for attention. Everyone looked at him, a little surprised.
"I have learned much during the time I've been here" the old inspector started, "And I wish to continue to. So, I was hoping-- I could stay in the 22nd century." He glanced over to Holmes, "If you'll have me," he finished quietly.
The flaxen-haired man grinned "I'd like nothing better."
"However," Javert said "I must return to the past to...resolve some issues of a personal level. But, I'd love to stay here, among friend, among, my own little 'family. I have nothing left for me in Paris-in my time."
"Of course." agreed the woman inspector. We'd be glad to have you." The phone rung in the other room.
"I'll get it," cried the compudroid as he retreated to the hallway. A few minutes later, Watson returned. "That was Sir Evan's friend. The time machine is ready."
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Javert stared at the huge machine that would take him back temporarily to the 19th century. It looked like a open doorway that had a soft glimming light coming from within it. The old inspector looked at it, determined.
'I MUST do this, I must set things right and settle everything if I am to be at peace..'
"Mr. Javert?" some put their hand on his shoulder, making him turn swiftly on heel. He was face to face with Professor Sanders. The man was perhaps 30 years old, with dark brown hair, emerald eyes and was wearing a lab coat.
"Oui, I am ready."
"Now," said the younger man, handing him a small heavy triangle shaped object with a red button in the middle. "This will bring you back to the 22nd century. You can go back for one hour only. Any longer, and you will not be able to come back, I don't think my machine can hold any longer than that. "
"I understand." Javert husked
"What shall I set the time to?" Professor Sanders called as he went to the control panel.
"June 6th, 1832, about 11:30 p.m." replied Javert.
There was the sound of clicking, before Sanders yelled, "Alright, go through!"
Javert glanced back once at the group standing behind him. The three teenagers, Lestrade, Holmes, Watson, and even Doctor Cushing all wished him good luck. He nodded, and faced the time portal again. Frowning, the old inspector stepped to the machine confidently. He hesitated for a moment, then disappeared through the portal.
To be continued...
~End Notes~ Yes I do realize that the time portal was a little cliché, but I didn't know how else to send him back.
BTW: For those who were wondering, alcohol as well as smoking products were outlawed in the 22nd century, so they were drinking soda!
Mon Dieu!- My God!
Chacun!- Everyone