Chapter 3

Community service came much too quickly for Alisha that day. After leaving Simon's house, she'd barely had enough time to get back to Future Simon's flat, change, attempt to cover her fancy new bruise with some make-up, and flash a triumphant smile in the direction of the photograph of the two of them in Las Vegas before she was racing out the door to return to Wertham Community Centre. How did my whole life start to revolve around Simon Bellamy?

She opened the huge, heavy door and came face-to-face with Nathan and Kelly, lounging around the hallway still in their street clothes. Oh, bugger.

"Where da fook did you run off ta last nigh'?" Kelly began, any attempt at pleasantries entirely unheard of. As usual, though Alisha liked the girl well enough, it would take her a few sentences into a conversation before she would understand Kelly's Chav accent without a struggle.

"Yeah," Nathan chimed in, "You got a bit whorey and excited before you and Simon just fucking vanished! Don't think we didn't notice you two horny toads dash off at the same time!"

"Seriously, you fucking wanker? Nobody can touch me without becoming a would-be rapist. I just got out of there before shit got worse. I don't even know where Simon was last night." Alisha lied instantly.

"What about where I was last night?" the loner in question asked as he appeared at her left shoulder. Alisha shot him a sideways glance. "Kelly and Nathan have discovered the secret of our passionate love affair." She informed him flatly. He kinked one eyebrow with that half-smile that was starting to drive her insane. "Ah," he replied.

"Oh, fuck you both, we're all late for community service anyway." Nathan gave up with a dismissive wave of his hand as he headed for the locker room. Alisha smiled back at Simon before they all followed behind him.

Curtis was already getting changed into his orange jumpsuit, tied at the hips of course, rather than worn correctly. Alisha crossed the room to her locker and tried not to stare at a pale, skinny reflection in the mirror as he stripped off his shirt. Sure, present Simon had some work to do before his arms and chest matched his future counterpart, but the grace and flawlessness of his skin were already present. She couldn't help thinking wicked thoughts as she unbuttoned her top.

She bent down to pull the awful orange jumpsuit up her legs and then halted at the waist when she looked up and realized Simon's eyes had met hers in the mirror. Physically, he was behind her at the opposite row of lockers, but the large mirror on the wall meant they could each see each other clearly without any of their friends even realizing their eyes were locked on each other. She saw his eyes gaze appreciatively at her bare abdomen, shoulders, and arms, flicking distractedly over her red, lacy bra. His eyes were still shockingly (though not exactly innocently) wide and his mouth didn't give away any of his thoughts. She felt her skin heat up as both of their gazes lingered.

Kelly slammed her locker and Alisha jumped; Simon's hurriedly averted his eyes and nearly buried his head in the locker. Damn it.

Glumly, Alisha pulled her arms through the sleeves of her jumpsuit, zipped the awful thing up to her cleavage, and then belted it with a turquoise leather belt. She had just sat down to slip on her trainers when Curtis let out a loud gasp and dropped his deodorant on the floor.

He felt back against the lockers, clutching his chest and breathing hard, eyes fluttering around the room to meet all their faces.

"Alive … alive. You're all okay." He whispered.

"There's something we have to do."

The other four exchanged baffled glances. They moved toward Curtis slowly, like he was a wild animal that could pounce at any second. As usually, Nathan spoke first.

"What've we got to do, mate?" he asked.

But Curtis didn't answer, the shock of whatever had just happened still making him wild-eyed. He faced Alisha, closest to his right.

"They found out about us." He said.

"They who?"

"We were famous." He added, turning to Kelly.

"Fooking famous?"

"Nathan shot himself on live T.V., and there was a little twat who could control –" he grimaced as he continued, " – MILK!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Nathan shouted.

"And he killed all of you." He finished, and they all fell silent.

Alisha couldn't help thinking to herself, That all sounds impossible. But that seemed to be the turn her life had taken.

Finally, Curtis continued one of weirdest stories they would ever hear. "He was the first to go public, this kid who could control dairy products, and he killed you guys because he wasn't getting any attention after that fucking probation worker sold us out, and everyone knew about us. We were all making a shitload of money, living in a hotel with our publicist. Well, all except Simon." He looked at Simon, whose expression had barely changed. "You went into hiding to protect your identity. But you showed up at the hotel in the end. The milk guy killed Kelly first and took Alisha hostage. Nathan and Nicki and I were going to come rescue Alisha, but Nicki transported there first and he killed both you girls by strangling you with cheese from a pizza we'd eaten." Curtis squeezed his eyes shut for a second, reliving memories none of the rest of them had experienced.

"But what about me? I'm fucking invicible!" Nathan reminded them.

Curtis scoffed. "Yeah, mate, and he turned you into a fucking vegetable."

Curtis' eyes found Simon again. "That's when you turned up, or maybe you'd been there the whole time. You had already seen them all dead, you – you were like a man on a suicide mission. I was facing off with the milk kid; he couldn't control me because I'm lactose-intolerant, yeah? He went to stab me and it was like he got stopped by the air, only then you turned visible again and I realized you'd stepped in front of the knife to save me. You told me to reverse time to save everyone." The tone of his voice during the last bit was one of respect and gratitude. Everyone turned to look at Simon in unison. Alisha was once again hit with pride for the boy she was in love with, who she hoped one day soon would love her in return. She knew he liked her enough to not want her to be dead, which was a start.

Rather than dwell on his apparent heroism, Simon's eyes were trained on Curtis' face. "So what do we have to do?"

"We've got to kill that fucking lacto-kinetic ponce."

So, I have a little proposition for you. As a Misfits fan, I was disappointed that between the episode I alluded to in this chapter (where Simon finds out about Superhoodie and then time is promptly turned back) and the Christmas special, we never really know how he finds out about his fate or how his relationship with Alisha develops. (Mostly, this is the reason I'm writing this little piece.) So if you feel so inclined, I would love if you left me a review to tell me how YOU imagined Simon finding out about his future self, or even any moment you imagined the audience missed out on as Simon and Alisha's relationship developed on the show. Because let's face it, by the time the Christmas episode rolled around, they're shacked up together and hyper-sexually frustrated at the lack of bounce-bounce going on in their relationship. I'm writing to appease my own need to fill in that gap, but I'd love to hear some other fans thoughts on it, too. Perhaps you'll inspire my next chapter. :) Alternately, if you know of a great fanfic that answers those questions, I'd appreciate a little hook-up with the link to the story. Thanks, fictionfriends!