Still messy. The scenes kind of jump from one to another, I know, but I'm working on that for now on. Also, I was really pleased to see reviews and story alerts to this.

Animus et Anima : that is a very good idea. And unfortunately, it would mess up a bit with what I have in mind. Otherwise, I would put that right the way, there are just too many possibilities on that. He is mentioned, though, and since I'm not sure of his title either, I'm taking some liberties on that.

Okay. There was a rational explanation to that. There was always an explanation. Because that was the way the Universe worked. At least in Temperance Brennan's eyes. Of course, about three hours ago, time travel was impossible in her eyes. And she was dead wrong on that one.

But if there was one thing she learned working with Booth, was that coincidences weren't something to accept easily. Especially when you were trying to make sense out of things.

The Vault looked the same. All the Gormagon related things were there. The silver skeleton. All the real bones were there. Even the knee bone he sent Brennan to do it for him. The knee bone Zack sent her.

"Dr. Brennan? Why are you dressed like a nurse?"

She turned. The Vault wasn't the same thing that looked the same. Zack still had his short hair cut, that same confused look on his face when he was trying to understand some social interaction. Kind of like she did sometimes.

"Zack?"

"Dr. Brennan?"

"What are you doing here?" That was a stupid thing to say. He was clearly working. He was the one that should be asking that question. But she was too surprised to think any further than 'Why are you not in the mental facility?', and today was too much of a weird day. The best thing to do was what they were already doing; playing along.

"I'm working. I was actually going to look for you. I found something."

If everything wasn't surprising enough, he led her to the Vault and did the exact same thing he did in the past. He showed Brennan how the laser would reflect in the mirrors. He told her he suspected that they were being watched, that there was a camera there. He was almost done when Booth came down the stairs.

It wasn't her Booth. Not the one that was with her, dressed as a Lieutenant, mistaken for a communist spy. That was the Booth from that time; the time when Zack wasn't a killer. The time when Sweets wasn't a friend, only an annoying shrink. Her dad was still in jail. And so many things that never happened. Booth never told her he wanted her. She never told him she regreted saying no.

"Hey Bones, what's up with that outfit? Going to a party or something?"

"He's right inside the bathroom."

It wasn't time to panic, though Booth really felt like it. He'd hit a dead end so easily, he barely got a chance to do something. Narosian was right outside, and he sounded quite upset.

"Long trip, I guess. All the soldiers are being called for a meeting in the main room. You should probably go now."

"Yes, sir." Narosian didn't seem to be in the Army. It was more like he had some authority over it. But the only thing that really mattered for Booth at that time was that he was too damn close. And that he was taking too long to get out.

"Lieutenant Keenan? Is everything all right?"

Not knowing what to do, Booth tried to disguise his voice. "Huh, yes, sir."

It didn't come out very well, and Booth held his breath, trying to figure a way out of that place. Narosian, however, didn't see anything was wrong.

After a while, a little bit more than Booth himself would be willing to wait for a dude in the bathroom, he decided to do something really stupid. He didn't see another way, so, when Narosian walked in, he was tossed in the ground by a very strong punch in his face. While he was still on the ground, Booth took his gun and his walk-talkie. When his vision was clear again, he found himself facing the barrel of his own gun.

"Not my smartest move, but hey, not much choice here."

"You."

"Yeah, me. Surprise, huh?"

"You're not a communist." It wasn't a question. "How did you know?"

"What, to get away? Pff, I'm sure you learned how to get rid of handcuffs."

"That's not what I was going to ask. I meant, how did you know about Welles?" He sounded serious, but Booth couldn't help thinking he was being mocked.

"Excuse me?"

"They just announced. Welles is going to direct "Touch Of Evil". Just like you said."

"Huh." Booth probably could come up with something better and smarter than that, but he couldn't really see where that conversation was going to. "Yeah, I guess I did."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were..."

"From the future." Booth completed. And it was Narosian's time to think about mocking.

"I would say you were just some ordinary guy working for a studio in the wrong place. But you just revealed yourself, didn't you?" Now there was a touch of anger in his voice.

"Did I, now?" Booth saw astonished the guy's anger rise up. He moved back, afraid of losing the gun.

"You come here, straight face, get yourself arrested on propose so you can get away later to take a better look in the place. And now you're mocking my work." His work. That sounded like a good place to start.

"Your work? What, it involves time traveling? You brought us here?" The anger in Narosian's eyes vanished. There was a long pause before he talked again.

"It wasn't a joke, was it?"

"Well, it kind of was. Doesn't make it less truth, though."

"It worked, then. You said us? There's more people here?"

Booth wanted to trust him now. He didn't sound like he planned it. And apparently, he caused it. Maybe he could get them all home. But it wasn't time to let his guard down.

"Tell me 'bout your work."

"I was looking into Professor Einstein's theory. The curved space-time continuum is a brilliant concept, but there's something overlooked. I think that the ether is nothing but a space emptied by those deformations. A tunnel, if you may. And that tunnel, if reached, could lead to any time and space on history. I'm so close to finding the right equation. And when I do, I can get my machine working."

"Okay, all I got from that is that you're trying to build a time machine, but didn't make it so far. And also, you're dead wrong about the last part. It worked, okay? I'm here."

That amazed Narosian "From what year?"

"2011"

He smiled. He looked a bit like a mad scientist, despite his neatness.

"Well, well. 53 years of difference? I think you and your friends have a lot to tell me about."

I know that I made up most of the stuff about science here. The curved space-time continuum part is truth , and the ether thing is the theory came before it, but I mixed both trying to make something confusing and logical enough. Nailed the first part, I think, and failed in the second. Is quite hard to write sci-fi when you get to the "sci" part of it.

Anyway, more reviews would make me very happy! Because I'm just that shameless.