Post by megatude on Apr 21, 2007 23:24:56 GMT -5
Ok, here comes another one. This may not seem like a Herc fic at first. But I promise, we'll get to them later on. I hope you don't mind, but I'm using Zebra again, she just seems like the perfect friend for Meg. They are both modern college students that stumble upon a time machine. Tell me what you think. If it's not to your liking, I will post no further.
Prologue:
What is your definition of time? For centuries man-kind has struggled with this concept. Trying to channel, harness, control such a complexity. Nobody views time the same way. One person might seem to never have enough of it, another could more than they can handle. A scientist named Julius Sanders filled his time with research and contained a desirable passion to out-wit time itself. Unfortunately, family, friends and colleagues, believed that his obsession had driven him to madness. After his beloved wife Layla passed away a few years back, the idea of going back and erasing the tragedy consumed his thoughts and energy. His only daughter was his most aggressive critic. She was so against his ideas that she never once brought his granddaughter to introduce him to her. She feared that her daughter's mind be corrupted by the delusions of a mad-man. The last time Julius had seen his daughter she'd let her feelings and frustrations be known. "Mom is gone!" She raged in choking sobs. "I sometimes wonder where you've gone dad." Since his family disowned him, he engulfed himself in his work. One night, deep in his lab, he had a remarkable breakthrough. He had created a machine that, he believed, would enable him to travel through the time stream. He punched buttons, pulled switches, and brought the invention to life. Small spectrum's of electricity pulsed through the power-probes. The room shook and a blinding light searched out every shadow. When the smoke and chaos cleared, the middled-aged man was no where to be found.....at least not in the 20th century. With such a vast amount of energy used, the time machine was in diss-repair.
Chapter 1
The clock tower, on Penn State University campus, struck the last chime at 9 a.m. Confused, Meg glanced at her wrist watch. Giving it a tap, she raised it to her ear. No good, no sign of life. Meg cursed under her breath. "Cheap thing!" She exclaimed, quickly gripping the shoulder straps of her backpack and jogging away. She dodged students and other obstacles in her way.
Meanwhile, in Professor Taylor's Physics class, Meg's roommate and best friend, Zebra, listened intently as the old gentleman rambled on about Thermodynamics. "And that....." He indicated the white board behind him. "Brings us to....." His lecture was suddenly interrupted by a late student stumbling through the door. Zebra smacked her head with the base of her hand. 'Again?!' She thought, shaking her head in annoyance. Looking slightly embarrassed by all the pairs of eyes turned to her, Meg smiled apologetically. "Sorry", she muttered, making her way to her seat, being careful not to meet the fiery gaze of Professor Taylor. She took her place next to Zebra and set her bag on the table. "You fell asleep at your computer again, didn't you?!" Zebra accused, whispering harshly. Meg shrugged, "Don't knock it", she teased. The professor cleared his throat, directing the attention back to him, and continued with the lesson. "As I was pointing out...The Electrical Theory...." Meg didn't really understand, or care to understand, the rest. Almost everything that he taught, Meg couldn't interpret. Like those old Charlie Brown cartoons, where the only thing you could hear the teacher say was; Blah, blah, bleh. Thankfully, it was only an hour long class. When he finally dismissed them, Meg couldn't help but sigh in relief. Walking side-by-side, Meg walked Zebra to her next scheduled class. "Don't you think that Thermodynamics is the most fascinating branch of Electrical Theory?" Zebra seemed to have forgiven her for her tardiness, if she was gushing this junk. "No", Meg dead-panned. "I don't know how you ever talked me into taking that class with you." Zebra stopped. "Well, maybe if you would show up for the entire class, you'd understand it and learn to enjoy it. And more importantly, get better marks." Meg shuffled on. "You never cease to amaze me my friend."
Passing by the on-campus eatery, the star quarter-back of the University's football team, Darren, spotted his target and moved in. He had a reputation for getting any gal he desired. What with his blonde highlights, broad shoulders, and killer smile, who could resist? This week; Meg, was next on his list. Turning the next corner, the girls were halted by Darren. His toned forearm blocking their progress. "Hello ladies", he greeted smoothly. "Looking lovely as always." They obliged him with a subtle nod in greeting. He turned his attention to Meg. "Say Meg, Brandon is hosting a big shin-dig at his place tonight." He leaned in closer. "Wanna skip it with me?" Meg sighed, she knew his reputation and had experience with sleazy guys that she'd rather not repeat. (especially out loud) "How can I put this without totally crushing your ego? Hmm.....go find a freeway exit!" She pushed past him, only to be halted once again by Darren's firm grip, encasing her wrist. "Don't be like that baby." Meg twisted her arm so that SHE was the one holding his wrist. She bent it around Darren's back, pinning his arm in a painful stretch. Meg clicked her tongue. It really was a shame how soon people forgot that she was a third degree black belt in Karate. "I'm sorry", she mocked. "Maybe I wasn't being clear enough for your jock brain to comprehend." She stretched his arm further up his shoulder blades until he groaned in painful discomfort. "I believe I turned your offer down. So, let's try it again.....NO! Now......I want you to say it." He kept tight lipped. "Say it, so I know you understand!" "No, OK! I get it, you said no." He said hastily. Meg slowly released him. "Have a nice day." She pushed Zebra ahead of her as they continued down the hall. "Did you have to be so rough?" Zebra stressed. "Sometimes, ya gotta be straight forward with people." Zebra rolled her eyes.
To be continued....
Prologue:
What is your definition of time? For centuries man-kind has struggled with this concept. Trying to channel, harness, control such a complexity. Nobody views time the same way. One person might seem to never have enough of it, another could more than they can handle. A scientist named Julius Sanders filled his time with research and contained a desirable passion to out-wit time itself. Unfortunately, family, friends and colleagues, believed that his obsession had driven him to madness. After his beloved wife Layla passed away a few years back, the idea of going back and erasing the tragedy consumed his thoughts and energy. His only daughter was his most aggressive critic. She was so against his ideas that she never once brought his granddaughter to introduce him to her. She feared that her daughter's mind be corrupted by the delusions of a mad-man. The last time Julius had seen his daughter she'd let her feelings and frustrations be known. "Mom is gone!" She raged in choking sobs. "I sometimes wonder where you've gone dad." Since his family disowned him, he engulfed himself in his work. One night, deep in his lab, he had a remarkable breakthrough. He had created a machine that, he believed, would enable him to travel through the time stream. He punched buttons, pulled switches, and brought the invention to life. Small spectrum's of electricity pulsed through the power-probes. The room shook and a blinding light searched out every shadow. When the smoke and chaos cleared, the middled-aged man was no where to be found.....at least not in the 20th century. With such a vast amount of energy used, the time machine was in diss-repair.
Chapter 1
The clock tower, on Penn State University campus, struck the last chime at 9 a.m. Confused, Meg glanced at her wrist watch. Giving it a tap, she raised it to her ear. No good, no sign of life. Meg cursed under her breath. "Cheap thing!" She exclaimed, quickly gripping the shoulder straps of her backpack and jogging away. She dodged students and other obstacles in her way.
Meanwhile, in Professor Taylor's Physics class, Meg's roommate and best friend, Zebra, listened intently as the old gentleman rambled on about Thermodynamics. "And that....." He indicated the white board behind him. "Brings us to....." His lecture was suddenly interrupted by a late student stumbling through the door. Zebra smacked her head with the base of her hand. 'Again?!' She thought, shaking her head in annoyance. Looking slightly embarrassed by all the pairs of eyes turned to her, Meg smiled apologetically. "Sorry", she muttered, making her way to her seat, being careful not to meet the fiery gaze of Professor Taylor. She took her place next to Zebra and set her bag on the table. "You fell asleep at your computer again, didn't you?!" Zebra accused, whispering harshly. Meg shrugged, "Don't knock it", she teased. The professor cleared his throat, directing the attention back to him, and continued with the lesson. "As I was pointing out...The Electrical Theory...." Meg didn't really understand, or care to understand, the rest. Almost everything that he taught, Meg couldn't interpret. Like those old Charlie Brown cartoons, where the only thing you could hear the teacher say was; Blah, blah, bleh. Thankfully, it was only an hour long class. When he finally dismissed them, Meg couldn't help but sigh in relief. Walking side-by-side, Meg walked Zebra to her next scheduled class. "Don't you think that Thermodynamics is the most fascinating branch of Electrical Theory?" Zebra seemed to have forgiven her for her tardiness, if she was gushing this junk. "No", Meg dead-panned. "I don't know how you ever talked me into taking that class with you." Zebra stopped. "Well, maybe if you would show up for the entire class, you'd understand it and learn to enjoy it. And more importantly, get better marks." Meg shuffled on. "You never cease to amaze me my friend."
Passing by the on-campus eatery, the star quarter-back of the University's football team, Darren, spotted his target and moved in. He had a reputation for getting any gal he desired. What with his blonde highlights, broad shoulders, and killer smile, who could resist? This week; Meg, was next on his list. Turning the next corner, the girls were halted by Darren. His toned forearm blocking their progress. "Hello ladies", he greeted smoothly. "Looking lovely as always." They obliged him with a subtle nod in greeting. He turned his attention to Meg. "Say Meg, Brandon is hosting a big shin-dig at his place tonight." He leaned in closer. "Wanna skip it with me?" Meg sighed, she knew his reputation and had experience with sleazy guys that she'd rather not repeat. (especially out loud) "How can I put this without totally crushing your ego? Hmm.....go find a freeway exit!" She pushed past him, only to be halted once again by Darren's firm grip, encasing her wrist. "Don't be like that baby." Meg twisted her arm so that SHE was the one holding his wrist. She bent it around Darren's back, pinning his arm in a painful stretch. Meg clicked her tongue. It really was a shame how soon people forgot that she was a third degree black belt in Karate. "I'm sorry", she mocked. "Maybe I wasn't being clear enough for your jock brain to comprehend." She stretched his arm further up his shoulder blades until he groaned in painful discomfort. "I believe I turned your offer down. So, let's try it again.....NO! Now......I want you to say it." He kept tight lipped. "Say it, so I know you understand!" "No, OK! I get it, you said no." He said hastily. Meg slowly released him. "Have a nice day." She pushed Zebra ahead of her as they continued down the hall. "Did you have to be so rough?" Zebra stressed. "Sometimes, ya gotta be straight forward with people." Zebra rolled her eyes.
To be continued....