What Might Have Been
By. Tate Icasa
Chapter Eight: Apologies and Secrets
Part Two: Secrets
"My name isn't Bill, my sister name isn't Kim, and we have one really big secret. . ."
"Bill, I don't understand,-"
He put a finger up to silence her. He pulled something out and (before Keely had time to recognize it as the Insta-morph) was turning to liquid gold, and then to his true form.
"Phil!" she gasped. "I don't believe it! How-? Why-? You didn't tell me!"
"I-I" he stuttered. "I couldn't. What if we had to leave again?"
Her eyes filled with understanding. "Well, then, what changed your mind?"
"You, mostly. And Pim. So, now you know," he said softly. He turned back into Bill Tiffy. "But you have to call us by the names we've chosen."
"W-why?"
"Hackett. And everybody else who doesn't know we're from the future. We can't let anyone know."
"OK, Ph-Bill. Your secret's safe with me. Again." She smiled. "Can I come over tomorrow after school?"
"Sure." He turned to leave.
"Oh, and Bill?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks. For trusting me, again."
Bill smiled and left.
"So," Kim asked the second he got in the door, "how'd it go?"
"Fine," he said.
"Does she-?"
"She knows. Again."
"How?"
Bill looked around. "Come on."
When they were safely in his room her told her.
"You didn't ask her out?" she asked. "Why not?"
"Kim! I just shocked her by showing her we were back, do you think she'd have an answer?"
"Hmm, well she's not that ditzy, I don't think." He glared at her. "What? I'm just saying - ok, ok, so When are you going to ask her?"
"Kim, that is none of your business."
"If we'd stayed you would have asked her, right?"
"Eventually. . ."
"You'd have been a couple by now. Right?"
"I'm not a fortune teller, Kim! I can't tell you what might have been if not for Hackett!"
"This conversation is going nowhere fast. I'm out." She left.
She's insane. We wouldn't have been a couple. Would we?
"Would we?"
"Would you what?" Kim asked from behind.
"Kim!"
"I'm going." She left.
"She's turning into a Debbie-clone." he muttered.
"Debbie-clone? What's that?" Kim asked, behind him again.
"Kim, Out!"
Interlude
"Popping up behind people. I am turning into a Debbie-clone." She shuddered. "I gotta get out of this century."
End Interlude
"Would we?" Bill asked again.
No, we'll never know
What might have been
END
A/n: Cliffie Ending! Haha, you have to wait for the sequel! MWaHaHaHaHa! I'm so evil.
A/n: If you yell at me for the ending I'll send evil shadow monsters to steal your computer while you sleep!
Ok, no shadow monsters, but I won't write the sequel!