Rifiuto: Non Miriena
"You okay, babe?" She turned from the window, meeting his eyes, the man that looked suspiciously like her husband vanishing as they rounded the corner. She took a sip of the coffee they'd stopped and gotten, and nodded.
"Yeah, just... thinking..." They turned into the parking lot of Cross Photonics, in time to see a motorcycle pulling out of their parking space. She rolled the window down. "Pretty good! You know, for a six."
"A six!" She laughed as she got out of the car, moving around and joining her husband as he locked the car.
"Sorry, but... I can only give you seven out of ten." She raised an eyebrow, falling into step with her husband.
"What? You've got to be kidding me, Ev! That was at least a six!" She cried.
"I do one reverse bunny hop, and now, you two expect me to pull it off every morning." Their companion replied. She snorted.
"That's because we now know what to expect. And I'm doing better, thank you, Mac." The other man blushed.
"Sorry, how're you feeling?" She chuckled.
"Better." As they moved to go their seperate ways, her husband stopped, grabbing her hand to stall her, and turned back to the other man. She let him talk for several minutes before pressing a quick kiss to his lips and turning to go with a quick, "Love you!" The two men watched her go, before following.
"She'll meet up with us later on." Her husband replied, letting his eyes wander briefly to her ass before she rounded the corner.
This... this couldn't be possible. He sighed, and sat back in the chair. The small cafe was cool, sitting just across Stanley Park, where this... odd dream had started. Zane sat with a pad and pen in front of him, a list of things that seemed off scrawled on one side, and things that seemed the same on the other. Before leaving his cousin's flat, he'd called GD, just to make sure he still had his job; he'd been put through immediately and Henry had taken the call. He'd checked everything for Zane, and reassured the younger man that he did indeed still head Section Five, and that, yes, he did still live in Eureka. Surprisingly, though, Henry said nothing about Jo or the kids, which caused a ball of alarm and fear to build within his stomach.
And then, seeing a woman who looked like Jo in that car at the stoplight, little over an hour ago... it made the ball of fear harden and knot tighter.
Now, he sat scanning his list, looking through everything he'd written down. A moment passed, before he scribbled something under the Vancouver, Timeshift column. Not that he was completely opposed to this being an alternate reality, but after what he'd gone through with Jo and the rest of the Time Traveling Five- as he had so aptly nicknamed them after discovering their secret- he wasn't going to take any chances. Better to possibly be in an alternate timeshift than be lying unconscious in a ditch somewhere.
Jo has twin sister.
Yeah, there was no way that was his Jo sitting in that car, giving him a look like she didn't know him, hadn't given birth to his children, had never loved him. There was no way; she had to have a twin sister. That was the only logical explanation; because any other explanation would rip his heart in two.
She looked up from the files on her phone that she'd been going through, and pushed herself away from the wall as her husband and Mac made their way towards her. "'Bout time you showed up. I've been waiting for at least twenty minutes-"
"I thought you went up to your office-" Mac started, but she waved a hand away.
"I did. Checked my e-mails, read through a few reports, looked over a couple files; said I'd meet you down here and I've kept my word. Said I'd meet you down here in twenty minutes and..." She glanced at her phone. "I was five early." She said, slipping her hand into her husband's. He smirked, rolling his eyes. The phone rang, which he immediately handed over to Mac. The other man nervously answered the phone, confused about everything, glancing at the pair as he pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers, drinking her in.
"Perfect timing." The pair looked up mid-kiss as Angelika Finch, Cross Photonics's CFO- and the woman who kept their dinosaur hunting under the radar, shut off her phone and faced them. The redhead cleared her throat, folding her arms as the pair broke apart. She raised an eyebrow as the husband and wife-CEOs of Cross Photonics broke apart; her leaning into his side, he shutting off his own phone and holding her close. Angelika studied them, shaking her head.
The pair both wore jeans and t-shirts; he had a dark blue hoodie on over a dark green t-shirt with what appeared to be some type of Army jacket on over the hoodie. She looked a little less put together, but given that she'd just gotten over a trip to the hospital and a two week stint on antibiotics, Angelika couldn't blame her. Her jeans were worn, hugging the curves of her hips, and she had a black and white graphic t-shirt on under a black leather jacket. Her long, pin-straight black hair was pulled back in a messy bun, small, wispy strands framing her tiny features. A twinge of heartache tugged at the redhead as she watched him press a kiss to the top her head, and as she looked up at him, smiling before returning the kiss to his lips.
"Evan, Jo."
"Ange." Both replied.
"I've called you five times already."
"Six-" He replied, holding up his phone to show her the recent call. She shook her head. "Not to mention the seven times I called your wife." She raised an eyebrow at the other woman, who shrugged and pulled away from her husband. A moment passed, before Ange turned to Mac.
"Mac's been promoted-" Evan began.
"To Special Projects." Jo cut in, before Ange could even ask. "Doing Special Projects." Ange shook her head.
"The Imogen meeting. Did either of you remember that it's today?" She asked, glancing from one to the other and back. The two shared a look, before he opened his mouth.
"Don't, Ev."But he cut in, ignoring his wife.
"Dave Simmons, SVP of Innovations, Umegen Technologies. Wife Katherine, daughter Avolan-" He turned to her, raising an eyebrow. She sighed, rolled her eyes, and palmed her forehead, shaking her head. "I really don't know where they get these names from- hopefully we won't name our children something ridiculous like that-" She looked up at Ange, a blush tinting her cheeks. "Spend their winters in Whistler, their summers in Muskoka, and he has a twenty-six million dollar contract with our name on it. And that... was today, wasn't it?" Ange sighed.
"I should have known that you two would be together- and that you wouldn't be ready. So I pushed the meeting to next week." She glanced at the ravenhead, who had pulled away from her husband and lounged against the wall. A moment passed, before she pushed herself away from said wall and wrapped an arm around her husband's waist, slipping a hand into his pants pocket.
"And that is why I..." He glanced at his wife, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Adore you. You understand that inspiration takes time-"
"I need you, and you-" She turned on Jo. "to focus those genius minds of yours on your business." The couple shared a look, before she spoke up, squeezing his thigh.
"See, Ange, it's easier when you handle all of that." They started walking again, when her husband spoke up, keeping his arm around his wife's waist.
"... we got a blip- a big one-"
"In the park last night." She added. Mac hurried to catch up.
"This pet project-"
"This is what the money's for." The ravenhead cut in, peering around her husband to stare at the redhead.
"Yes, and if you two keep going like this, you're not gonna have any left because you won't have a company." Ange slipped her arm around his, meeting their eyes.
"We're really close-"
"Evan, Jo... we need this contract-" She turned a worried look at first him and then her.
"You can handle it, Ange, we trust you. Besides, without you-"
"Our company-" He gestured a bomb blowing up, and his wife chuckled, watching as Ange pulled away and turned a corner and out of sight,
"Would never have gotten off the ground in the first place!"
She listened to her husband and Ange argue as they moved down the hallway, and once Ange was out of sight, Jo slipped her arm through Evan's, sliding her hand down the covered muscle of his arm to tangle their fingers.
He took the pen from between his teeth and continued working on his list. So far, there was more on the Timeshift line than the Eureka, Unconscious line. After a minute, he scribbled down,
Two timelines/universes bleeding together.
It was a long-shot, but one he couldn't rule out. At least, not until he confronted the woman who looked like his wife.