Title: The Flashback
Author: Dru
E-mail: Rating: PG-13
Summary: What do we know about May of 1989? The Gunmen meet at a technology convention...but what else? Langly/OC
Disclaimers: However much I may wish, I do not own our favorite conspiracy theorists, nor do I own May of 1989, not that I would really want to. Still, the only things in this story that I do own are Rebecca Morris and the plot. This is part four in the 'Objects out of Place' series.

A/N: I know this doesn't really advance the plot..any..at all I just had to write this. I know it's really short but I was bored and I just saw Unusual Suspects for the first time.
As a side note: Rebecca is 17 here, which is 4 years younger than Langly...


May 1989

Baltimore, Maryland

Dulaney High School

"Rebecca Morris," the teacher's voice caused her to look up from the game of cards she was playing on the bus seat.

"Here," she replied, and returned to the game of blackjack she was playing with four other people closest to her. "Hit me," she said to the dealer, a boy named Jack.

"Right," he gave her another card as the teacher called out the name of a 'Wilemena Murile,' "You know Becky," he commented as she was once again the only one to get a Blackjack. "I'm sure you'd clean out every casino in Vegas. If you ever went,"

"If," she smiled, and handed him her cards. "Shall we play again?"

"I don't think so. You've just taken all of my lunch money. That's what you've done," Addy Wilkins said, brushing a lock of her poofy brown hair out of her eyes. "And my mom was expecting change,"

"You'll just have to tell her that you gambled all of your money away," she smirked, leaning against the back of the seat she was sharing with her best friend, Addy.

"You're just cruel Becky," she pouted, feigning anger.

"Thank you," she stuffed the money into the pocket of her jeans. "Always nice doing business with you, Ad," she turned to everyone else. "And the same goes to all of you," they grumbled and sat back down in their seats as the bus lurched forward out of the school parking lot and into the road. She passed half of the money she had earned under the seat to Jack, part of their secret deal.

"You are all about to get a special treat. The Baltimore Consumer Electronics Convention is a wonderful and exciting convention and I'm sure that you all will enjoy it. I also expect you to fill out the forms which are being passed around now. I do not expect anything less from my AP science class, now would I?" the teacher continued her harangue, and as usual the bored students ignored her.

"I can't believe she made the field trip on Senior Skip day," Addy complained to Rebecca.

"I would have skipped anyway except for that stupid essay she set," she replied, tuning out the voice of their teacher.

"It was a really clever thing though to make anyone who was absent have to write a 3-page essay on the convention," she sighed. "It would have been really nice though to skip and hang out with everyone else,"

"Everyone else who wasn't stupid enough to take this AP class. We're seniors, in a few months we'll be in college. And we can't even take Senior Skip day off?" Rebecca sighed. "I'll just have to make it Freshman Skip day next year at Penn State,"

"My dear Rebecca, No one cares if you skip in college. My brother skips nearly every single day and no one cares," she smirked.

"You forget, your brother is nearly flunking out of college," she pointed out, nearly falling out of the seat as the bus sped around a corner.

"Clumsy, clumsy," Addy smirked as Rebecca mananged to grasp onto the back of the seat, only saving herself from falling completely on the floor. She was suspended, with half of her body hanging in the aisle, and being held up simply by her hand. After she mananged to get back on the seat she glared at Addy.

"Is it too much to ask for my best friend to help me when the bus is trying to throw me from my seat?" she asked, looking around at the half of the bus that was still starting at her.

"I should have, then I could charge you for my rescue services," she kidded.

"You're a mogul,"


"Now class, I expect you all back here at two o' clock sharp-" she noticed that most of her students walked away "-and remember to fill out those forms!" she shouted as the last of the students practicaly ran out of her field of vision. "No appreciation for their elders these days," she muttered stepping backwards and colliding with what she thought was a woman. "Oh I'm sorry miss-" she soon realized she had been mistaken.

"You got a problem with the hair?" the man she had ran into asked. The teacher had mistaken him for a woman due to his long blonde hair.

"Umm...no sir I'm sorry I didn't mean to," she tried to apologize.

"You're just some blind old bat," he snarled, and picked up his merchandise that had fallen all over the floor.

"Well I never. You're so disrespectful, young man. And you're stealing cable too!" she pointed to the electronics in his hands. "I should report you to the authorities,"

"Em..please don't," he backed away. "I'm sorry for calling you an old bat, I really am." he picked up his pace. "I have to go now," he scampered off, leaving behind a very sastified teacher.

He was Richard 'Ringo' Langly, and he was seriously worried that the teacher would actually get him in trouble. Making his way back to his booth he figured it would be best to make himself scarce for a while. Just in case.

"Here we go," he closed the curtians to his booth and stuck a sign there saying he'd be back in two hours. "I wonder where the guys are," and he wandered off to find them.


"This place is so dull," Addy complained, sitting at a table in the food court.

"I'd say," said Sara Matthews, a friend of Addy and Rebecca, as she came up to their table. "But did you see the guy in the FCC booth? He was so hot," Addy and Rebecca rolled their eyes, getting ready for a long ramble about this mystery hot guy. "He had these gorgeous blue eyes, and gorgeous hair, and this gorgeous little beard and-"

"We get it, everything about him is gorgeous," Rebecca interrupted her.

"It's true. If you don't believe me then just come with me to see him," Sara suggested, grabbing Addy's upper arm and pulling her up. "Well come along then," she gestured for Rebecca to come along too.

"Fine, but only because I'm really bored," she stood up and followed Sara back into the convention center.

When they finally reached the FCC booth, they found it empty. A compuer was sitting there, turned on and playing the start menu for some game along with the annoying music that went with it. Other than that, there was no one Rebecca and Addy gave each other knowing looks.

"He was here," Sara insisted. "I mean it,"

"Right, and I'm sure so was Elvis," Rebecca said, turning to walk away.

"That isn't possible, Ithought he wasin Vegas," Addy smirked, walking away with Rebecca.

"You guys suck," she muttered, walking off in the opposite direction from the two girls. She was glancing back over her shoulder, nothing that Rebecca and Addy were walking in the direction of the food court just in case she needed to find them again.

She was walking forward, but she was glancing back and, thus, unable to watch where she was going. As she walked, she didn't notice the man standing right in front of her. He was looking around, and couldn't see her. She turned her head just in time to see him, but not enough time to stop. They collided, both falling to the ground with the older man falling ontop of Sara.

"I'm sorry," he said, getting up. He was wearing a long black coat, dressed professionaly.

"It's okay," she grimaced, rubbing her sore back as she sat up. "I wasn't watching where I was going,"

"Do you need a doctor?" he asked, helping her to her feet.

"No, I'm fine-"

"Sara, what happened?" her teacher asked, running over to where they had collided.

"We just had a colision," the man explained.

"I'm not asking you, I bet you ran into her on purpouse. You little pedophile," she accused, pulling Sara to her feet.

"I'm sorry, we never were introduced. I'm Special Agent Fox Mulder, I'm with the F.B.I.," he flashed his badge.

"Whatever," the teacher replied, dragging Sara away.


"Alright, class. I'll collect your papers now," the teacher walked around, grabbing the crumpled pieces of white paper from the outstretched hands of the students. They had returned to the bus, and were currently driving out of the convention center parking lot and back to the school.

"Rebecca, name three products being sold at the center," Abby demanded, scribbling down the remaining answers.

"Here, just copy off of mine," she handed her the sheet.

"Thanks," she quickly jotted down the answer and handed both of their sheets to the teacher.

"That was so dull," Rebecca said, yawning as she leaned her head against the window of the moving bus.

"I ran into this really hot guy," Sara commented from the seat behind them.

"Let me guess he had gorgeous eyes, gorgeous hair, and gorgerous everything," Addy replied.

"Well yeah, but this time he was real," she insisted, leaning forward over the seat. "She-" she pointed to the teacher. "-called him a pedophile,"

"Sara, if five minutes goes by before you claim you met some hot guy it'll be sign of the apocalypse," Rebecca stated, pulling out a deck of cards. "On a happier note, who's up for a game of blackjack,"

Her comment was met with collective groans.

THE END