It's been already one day and I'm getting reviews, I'm so happy. Anyways, I in a room with…you know who.

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A Psychologist's Day And Life

Chapter Two: Introductions Pt. 2

When I first took the call, I was pretty confident that it was a prank call. You know, someone trying to pull a fast one. One flash and blackout later, I find myself standing before bumbling Apostle of Charity. At the sight of her, I took a step back and knocked down the vase holding the rose. The water spilled accordingly.

"Let me get that," she said as she ran out of the room only to return with a rag in hand. She went down on her knees and started to clean up the mess. I starred at her.

"Okay…this is freaky," I said to myself. Looking at her, then at the room I began to ponder. Little did I know that she was already done cleaning the mess.

"Ummm…" she said. I looked at her.

"I didn't mean to disturb your thinking sir, I'm sorry," she then bowed.

"Call me Bert. Let's just get one thing straight. I am not a God…I am not your master. I am but a man."

"Okay. I'm Azmaria by the way."

"Pleased to meet you, Ms. Hendric," I bowed. Then I jerked my head back up. Big mistake. I called her by her last name without her saying anything about it. In my mind it said, "Nice going, dipshit."

"You know me?" Azmaria asked puzzled. "I mean, I didn't tell you my last name…or…" she stopped. "I'm sorry, I must be rambling on. Hmm…You must be the new guy everyone was talking about…yeah, that's it!"

"New person? What the hell is she talking about?" I gave a weak smile. "Umm…that's right, the new guy."

"Sister Kate told me to take you to her if you woke up." She then went to the entrance of the room. "Come on, let's go."

As she walked out of the room, I walked slowly behind her. I mumbled, "this is going to be a nuisance."

The Order compound. I didn't realize how…big it was. I mean, the place was huge. I saw many people walking pass us. They were wearing blue uniforms, chatting away. The most amusing thing I saw during my little way with Azmaria were a couple of nuns holding guns.

"Nuns with guns," I snickered.

"Did you say something?" Azmaria asked me.

I made a straight face, "No," I answered her in a monotone voice. Nice save.

"We're here!" She announced as we stopped in front of two doors. I took a look at the doors. My heart racing either because I was going to find out what the hell was going on or I was going to talk to one of the Order's most…talkative speakers. (A/N: I wanted to call her a loudmouth but that would be rude, wouldn't it?)

"Hooray for me," I mumbled to myself.

Azmaria opened the doors and I entered the office. Inside was a nun who wore black and white and had a silver cross and a man dawning the same traditional blue uniform with blond short hair.

The black nun stood up, "Welcome," she said to me, "you must be the new transfer."

"Ah, yes…right," I said as I extended my hand to her. The man smiled at me.

"Thank you Azmaria, you can go now," she said to the little white haired girl.

"Right!" Azmaria said in her annoying, clumsy way. She then stopped and asked, "By the way, do you know where Chrono and Rosette are?"

"Oh, I think that they're at the elder's. He said he had some new things to show them."

"Okay, thanks!" and with that Azmaria walked off.

"Freak…" I muttered. I liked the girl…but her attitude was kinda annoying.

"Where are my manners?" the nun asked. "I'm Sister Kate, head of operations here at the New York Branch of the Order. On the sofa there is Father Remington. Don't worry, you'll be working closely with him." She showed me a seat and I took it. Really, a long walk from the hospital wing to Sister Kate's office is one hell of an endurance test. (Don't get me wrong, I'm not out of shape or anything…just round…)

Kate started, "I'm glad that you're here, Mr…" she stalled for a moment.

"Bert," Remington said finally. I was surprised that he knew me. "He'll make a good psychologist here, don't you agree?"

"Psychologist? What the hell?" Seriously. I considered the job during my elementary years but then again psychology studies the mind. Actually, it sounded really cool.

Kate folded her arms. "Ever since the suicide death of one of our nuns, the people here are a little edgy. There are some who even show danger signs and may intentionally hurt themselves or the people around them. In the past, only Father Remington was the only one available for our people but now it seemed more help is needed. I put in a transfer request to the San Francisco branch. We were surprised when Remington came with you the other night. You were knocked out and your room wasn't ready yet so we had to put you in the hospital wing. I hope you don't mind."

"Mind? I have a sore back, thanks to you. No problem at all." I tried to give a grin with an overall effort.

"That's good. Now that the introductions are over, do you have any questions?"

"Yeah…when's lunch?" I happened to take a good look at the clock on the way in. By the time we arrived at Kate's office, it was almost noon. Azmaria had to make some pit stops, run some errands, talk to some friends, on and on and on and…

Kate gave a nervous laugh. As Remington and myself walked down the hall, we had a conversation.

"Okay, who are you and how do you know me?"

"I'm the one that called you," he gave a smile. "Remember the phone call?"

I stopped, "shut up. You're the one that dragged me into this?"

"Yep, isn't my voice familiar?"

"Now that you mentioned it," I started to think. His voice and the voice on the phone did sound familiar. If he knew information about me then I thought I might as well fight fire with fire.

"Talk angel boy, what did you do to me!" I demanded.

"One, no one knows that I'm an angel…yet. So I would appreciate you keep that to yourself. Two, I asked you if you wanted to explore a world that you never dreamed of visiting in real life. I simply gave it to you."

"Well, how did you transport me?"

"You see," he moved his arms around, "I travelled back and forth through time and–"

"Whoa, back up," I stopped, forcing him to stop too. "What do you mean, travelled back through time?"

"Hmm…I created a device that could allow one to go through time at will. I created it during my years when protecting Magdalene."

"Magdalene…oh, you mean the girl that Chrono had the hots for."

"I suppose there is no real way of sugar coating it, yes. Anyways, with time, I know of what will happen. I know of the depression, the upcoming war, the great technological advancement humankind will make. Seeing the technology I took the liberty in…purchased some of these…machines."

"And where did you hide the machines?"

"In your room, which I will show you later on."

"You didn't answer my question. How did you get me here?"

Remington thought for a minute. Then he replied, "I used my time device in order to pull you from there, to here."

"Time better be halted in my world, otherwise," I clenched my fists.

"Don't worry, I assure you time is frozen where you came from."

Pissed off already that he was the mysterious voice and the responsible one for freezing time, I said to him, "… … …After all the stuff that happened to me, you're a son of a–"

"Manners, my boy. Don't worry, no one will notice."

"The machines you speak of…what did you get?"

"A laptop, a power converter, a printer, a TV set…"

"But satellites won't be up until," I counted my fingers, "a couple of years. A hell of a lot years," I thought to myself.

"I know. That's why I created yet another device that would transmit signals from the future into this set."

"Since when did you became a inventor?"

Remington hesitated for a moment. "Since the elder gave me hour long lectures on his various devices for the past three years. I read his books and they were proven great interest."

"Okay, this is obviously getting nowhere so I'll be blunt," I crossed my arms while saying this. "Why do you need me?"

Remington looked straight at me, "Because I need your help."

"What do you need me for?"

Remington said in a grave tone, "To prevent something bad from happening."

"In other words, all the bad stuff that's going to happen from here till when the stock market crash starts?"

"So, you do know."

Now watching the Chrono Crusade episodes, I wouldn't say that I had a certain feeling for Rosette. Heck, I didn't feel any compassion to any of the heroes or heroines of any anime show. So truthfully I was revealing my views about her when I said to Remington, "Come on, we both know that girl is screwed!"

Remington looked at me, "I know…I know. There must be some hope though. How we can both change all that…"

"Then why me?" I asked him. "There are a lot of people who surly knows the plot of this story, why me?"

"Because…Something that happened made me come to this decision. You were the closest one at the time so I contacted you."

"What?" Now I was really puzzled. "What happened?"

"After mastering the laptop, I started to go on the web, or, that's what they call it anyways. Using the same device that transmit a signal from the future, I stumbled across a list of old DVD that were used in the year 2000. This is what I found."

He gave me a folded piece of paper. After carefully unwrapping it, I found it to be a web printout from the Anime News Network with a review about Chrono Crusade: A Plague of Demons.

"It was to my shock finding Sister Rosette and Chrono on that box. So I did more digging about this 'Chrono Crusade.' The rest how you say, is history."

"Man, this is tough for him." I thought about this real carefully. This is a guy who's been with someone that he loved as his own daughter ever since she was eight years old. Now knowing about what's going to happen to her and being restricted to not tell her was painful. However the bigger picture, the future, was on my mind at the time.

"You're thinking about damaging the natural order of things. Your not talking about taking some stuff from the future that people won't notice you're talking about changing the future for the entire world. Well fuck that. I saw too many terminator movies to know that attempting the change the past will do more damage to the future…maybe even worse."

"My friend," he put his shoulder on mine. "This girl deserves a future. She had all but one thing in the world and that was taken away from her. And in the end, everything she does will be for nothing. Please take that into consideration." He walked in front of me and left me to think.

"Dammit, what do I do?" I muttered, as I followed him to the cafeteria.

That's the end of my second explanation. The final part's next. Don't worry, more dialogue will come into please. For now, bare with this and please R&R.