Once again, I didn't like it. But I do have a tendency of selling myself short, so I have to be careful and find what's actually bad and what's being judged by my paranoia only. Just let me know what you think.
I don't own Bones (just like always)
Narosian rarely got far from the machine for long. He was thrilled at what he did, even if unintentionally. But he knew he had to take those five back. He had the result of the work of his life right in front of him, and he had to give it up.
If he didn't know better, he wouldn't do that. He was struggling with himself inside. He was tempted to keep them in that time. What he could do with the things they knew, that for them was ordinary knowledge, but for him that meant so much! But he couldn't. Forget about his moral code (one of the woman was pregnant, for God's sake!). Every single step those people took was changing their lives in too many ways. And that was the optimistic look. For all he knew, they could go back to a future (was it right to phrase it like that?) in which a nuclear war was happening. An actual nuclear war.
Even though he knew what could happen to the world in general, Narosian couldn't stop thinking about the group that was with him. The guy he found first, Booth, was walking around in circles, very impatient. He gave his trench coat to one of the woman. He claimed she was his partner, a forensic anthropologist, Temperance Brennan. The pregnant woman was Angela Montenegro. He caught a small part of a conversation between she and her husband, Hodgins;
"I can believe how you're behaving yourself. I thought that if something like this happened, you'd be all over the place, screaming "Conspiracy! Military conspiracy, government conspiracy!" or whatever." She said, trying to change her voice to make it more similar to his. Her failed attempt made her impression more amusing.
"Well, since I was right about it" Hodgins said in a very exaggerated tone "I should be doing something like that. But I'm worried. Cam, Dr. B and the Narosian dude still don't know what to do to get us back. Besides, they were talking about radiation, antimatter... I'm afraid that we could've been too exposed to it. It would be bad enough if there wasn't another human being inside you." The last thing Narosian saw before moving forward was her scared face.
He pushed it aside. That was the kind of thing he had to ignore. It wasn't on propose. He didn't know what would happen, and he certainly didn't pick anyone to that little trip.
Cam decided to take a break right on the same time Narosian came to her, pretty much jumping.
"I think I found it!"
'Break can wait' she thought, getting up.
"What is it?"
"Those solar eruptions? Here's the chart I wrote last week. I predicted those eruptions, and so far I got it right. Booth said I found him right after the event, and if we assume that everyone was transported at the same time, that would mean the eruption was somewhere around 2:50 AM." In the charts, there was a 2:50 AM in a very nice calligraphy, right beside the date "11/24" and the words "Class M".
"Now, that was the first one. The next is going to happen in..." he looked at the clock. It was about 3 and a half hours since the whole thing began "An hours, more or less."
"An hour?" Cam was surprised. It wasn't enough time.
"Look, there's nothing more to do. One thing only, which should be easy. We need to determine what is the connection."
"Right. We weren't together, so that eliminates environment. Basically, it has to be something we were using or doing. I was on the phone, for example."
"See? That could be it. Gather everyone, we need to make it fast."
Brennan and Booth were in her office. After some thought, she called him and explained what happened to her. She didn't told him about the bit when they met, though. He didn't seem to have a memory of it.
"Why didn't you tell Cam or Narosian? They're the scientists here, not me." He pointed. Brennan thought of that. It was the rational thing to do. But...
"I don't trust that guy. I, we can't be sure he's actually helping us. The fact that we're here is huge, and the moment we're gone, all the evidence that he opened a wormhole will be gone, because there's no way to obtain data from it. We didn't even know they were real."
"You could've told Cam."
"Yeah... but..." She didn't want to tell him. But she had to. "There's something else. You were there. You saw me. We talked. That's where the coat came from." Her voice was full of concern, but Booth couldn't see the point.
"So? What's the problem? I..." he stopped. It was like a door opened in his mind. New memories, memories he didn't know he had before, now were crystal clear. He saw Brennan in that same nurse outfit, in the Vault, with Zack, trying to explain herself. He gave her his coat. She disappeared.
"You remember now, don't you?"
"But I..."
"I just created those memories, Booth. That's why I'm afraid. We're creating too many paradoxes."
"Let's, huh, let's keep this to ourselves, 'kay? Paradoxes are bad, right? Does it get worse if we tell people about it?"
"Yes, they will become part of the paradox, and it will keep growing. I don't know what effect it could have on... anything, really, but..."
"So that's it, right? It's our dirty little secret from now on." Just when Booth finished that sentence, the others entered the office.
"We have about half an hour." Narosian began, but Cam took the control of the conversation.
"Were you two talking on the phone?"
"What...? Cam, there's no phone signal here, it's 1958!" said Brennan, in her usual confused tone. Narosian let out a frustrated sigh.
"I think she meant before the... event."
"Oh. Well, I was talking to my editor." Everyone else looked at Booth.
"Yeah, me too. Actually, I wasn't really talking, I got a call and right after I answered it, puff!" He made a gesture with his hand to make a point
"That's the connection, then. I was calling the FBI because of that machine, Hodgins and Angela were both talking to her dad..."
"Wait. Were you two using separated cellphones?" Brennan asked all the sudden
"Yes. I was on my cellphone and Angela was on the phone in her office." Hodgins answered.
"You two think that the only way to get back is to recreate the circumstances of the first time, right?"
"Yes" Narosian now sounded curious.
"But how? We all have our cellphones, but Angela wasn't using one, she was using a regular phone!" That made everyone stand still for a while. Nobody dared to say anything.
"One of us has to stay?" Cam asked at least.
Narosian rarely got far from the machine for long. He was thrilled at what he did, even if unintentionally. But he knew he had to take those five back. He had the result of the work of his life right in front of him, and he had to give it up.
If he didn't know better, he wouldn't do that. He was struggling with himself inside. He was tempted to keep them in that time. What he could do with the things they knew, that for them was ordinary knowledge, but for him that meant so much! But he couldn't. Forget about his moral code (one of the woman was pregnant, for God's sake!). Every single step those people took was changing their lives in too many ways. And that was the optimistic look. For all he knew, they could go back to a future (was it right to phrase it like that?) in which a nuclear war was happening. An actual nuclear war.
Even though he knew what could happen to the world in general, Narosian couldn't stop thinking about the group that was with him. The guy he found first, Booth, was walking around in circles, very impatient. He gave his trench coat to one of the woman. He claimed she was his partner, a forensic anthropologist, Temperance Brennan. The pregnant woman was Angela Montenegro. He caught a small part of a conversation between she and her husband, Hodgins;
"I can believe how you're behaving yourself. I thought that if something like this happened, you'd be all over the place, screaming "Conspiracy! Military conspiracy, government conspiracy!" or whatever." She said, trying to change her voice to make it more similar to his. Her failed attempt made her impression more amusing.
"Well, since I was right about that" Hodgins said in a very exaggerated tone "I should be doing something like that. But I'm worried. Cam, Dr. B and the Narosian dude still don't know what to do to get us back. Besides, they were talking about radiation, antimatter... I'm afraid that we could've been too exposed to it. It would be bad enough if there wasn't another human being inside you." The last thing Narosian saw before moving forward was her scared face.
He pushed it aside. That was the kind of thing he had to ignore. It wasn't on propose. He didn't know what would happen, and he certainly didn't pick anyone to that little trip.
Cam decided to take a break right on the same time Narosian came to her, pretty much jumping.
"I think I found it!"
'Break can wait' she thought, getting up.
"What is it?"
"Those solar eruptions? Here's the chart I wrote last week. I predicted those eruptions, and so far I got it right. Booth said I found him right after the event, and if we assume that everyone was transported at the same time, that would mean the eruption was somewhere around 2:50 AM." In the charts, there was a 2:50 AM in a very nice calligraphy, right beside the date "11/24" and the words "Class M".
"Now, that was the first one. The next is going to happen in..." he looked at the clock. It was about 3 and a half hours since the whole thing began "An hours, more or less."
"An hour?" Cam was surprised. It wasn't enough time.
"Look, there's nothing more to do. One thing only, which should be easy. We need to determine what is the connection"
"Right. We weren't together, so that eliminates environment. Basically, it has to be something we were using or doing. I was on the phone, for example."
"See? That could be it. Gather everyone, we need to make it fast."
Brennan and Booth were in her office. After some thought, she called him and explained what happened to her. She didn't told him about the bit when they met, though. He didn't seem to have a memory of it.
"Why didn't you tell Cam or Narosian? They're the scientists here, not me." He pointed. Brennan thought of that. It was the rational thing to do. But...
"I don't trust that guy. I, we can't be sure he's actually helping us. The fact that we're here is huge, and the moment we're gone, all the evidence that he opened a wormhole will be gone, because there's no way to obtain data from it. We didn't even know they were real."
"You could've told Cam."
"Yeah... but..." She didn't want to tell him. But she had to. "There's something else. You were there. You saw me. We talked. That's where the coat came from." Her voice was full of concern, but Booth couldn't see the point.
"So? What's the problem? I..." he stopped. It was like a door opened in his mind. New memories, memories he didn't know he had before, now were crystal clear. He saw Brennan in that same nurse outfit, in the Vault, with Zack, trying to explain herself. He gave her his coat. She disappeared.
"You remember now, don't you?"
"But I..."
"I just created those memories, Booth. That's why I'm afraid. We're creating too many paradoxes."
"Let's, huh, let's keep this to ourselves, 'kay? Paradoxes are bad, right? Does it get worse if we tell people about it?"
"Yes, they will become part of the paradox, and it will keep growing. I don't know what effect it could have on... anything, really, but..."
"So that's it, right? It's our dirty little secret from now on." Just when Booth finished that sentence, the others entered the office.
"We have about half an hour." Narosian began, but Cam took the control of the conversation.
"Were you two talking on the phone?"
"What...? Cam there's no phone signal here, it's 1958!" said Brennan, in her usual confused tone. Narosian let out a frustrated sigh.
"I think she meant before the... event."
"Oh. Well, I was talking to my editor." Everyone else looked at Booth.
"Yeah, me too. Actually, I wasn't really talking, I got a call and right after I answered it, puff!" He made a gesture with his hand to make a point
"That's the connection, then. I was calling the FBI because of that machine, Hodgins and Angela were both talking to her dad..."
"Wait. Were you two using separated cellphones?" Brennan asked all the sudden
"Yes. I was on my cellphone and Angela was on the phone in her office." Hodgins answered.
"You two think that the only way to get back is to recreate the circumstances of the first time, right?"
"Yes" Narosian now sounded curious.
"But how? We all have our cellphones, but Angela wasn't using one, she was using a regular phone!" That made everyone stand still for a while. Nobody dared to say anything.
"One of us has to stay?" Cam asked at least.
Like I said (or wrote) in the beginning, please, let me know what you think. Is quite easy to do so :)