[And she was. Mostly cause it hadn’t taken him long to pick up on how important this was as a thing. Did it make it any less weird? Not really. But it did make her brave. At least in his eyes. So he nodded along and gave her hand a squeeze.]
There are time travel machines? You lived in a Delorean?
[Because really that was the only image of time travel he had.]
Don’t…Apologise for that, Jasmine. I…you explained the only way you knew how. Also I think if we go home now I’ll throw up everything I’ve eaten this month.
[ Sighing in relief, she laces their fingers together. ]
I didn’t live in a—Oh my god. It was a phone box from the 60’s—maybe a little bit earlier, I’m not a hundred percent sure. Bigger on the inside. It’s pretty cool, I’ll show you one day, probably.
Looks like we’re hanging out for a bit though.
We could look around. Or we could find somewhere nice to sit until you’re feeling better. Your choice.
[And he did. Oh did he see. He had to hold out a hand to brace himself against the wall, though he did make it a point to reach out for her hand as well. Theo nodded slowly so as not to upset his head or stomach any more than they already were. He wasn’t a fanciful man—not really. But he also knew when the burden of proof was right in front of him.]
We travelled in time. YOU travel in time. HOW long have you travelled in—Nevermind you answered that. I…
[The look on his face definitely screams overwhelmed. Overwhelmed but not freaked out.]
[ Another nervous laugh. ]
I’ve been travelling since—Forever, really. Since I was a kid. I mean, I sort of lived in a time travel machine. My parents are time travellers so it sort of runs in the family, I suppose.
Sorry for—Springing it on you like this. I didn’t really know how else to do it. Because I didn’t really want to keep it a secret any longer because—Yeah.
We can go home if you’d like.
It’s okay. You don’t have to explain anything. I’m sure I’ll figure it out.
[Maybe. Eventually. Or not. Still when she grabs his arm and then presses a button he wasn’t sure what he was expecting to happen. Certainly not the crack in the air and the smell of Ozone. Nor was he expecting it to actually work. But the next time he looked around he wasn’t in his flat anymore. Theo’s eyes went wide.]
Jas…Jasmine…Wheeere are we? We’re not…This isn’t my flat.
Spain. A few years from now—Then. Whatever.
It’s—Time Travel, see? Told you. Totally told you. You weren’t really believing it, but hey, look where we are.
[ She’s not very good at explaining the whole thing, which he’s probably already noticed. But that doesn’t matter, why explain when you can just show? It’s much easier, using a visual example. ]
So—Uh. Headaches are pretty normal, some people throw up. Travel outside a capsule, rarely fun, unless you’re used to it.
[A surprised noise leaves his lips as Jasmine grabs his hand and tugs him to their bedroom.]
I never said that you were stupid!
[Still he knows enough to understand that when she’s moving that purposefully to shut up and listen.He almost laughs when he sees the way she’s halphazardly tossing everything out of her dresser. When she holds up the strange looking wrist watch he nods slowly.]
[His brain is doing that thing where it doesn’t know what to think so he’s genuinely looking like an idiot.]
I know, I just—
[ A frustrated sigh as she adjusts the watch to sit comfortably around her wrist, fiddling with the keypad for a moment or two. ]
Yeah, yeah. Time Travel. Apparently I’m going to actually prove it to the full extent.
[ Grabbing a hold of his arm, she presses a final button on the keypad and they’re gone—Spain, 2018. It doesn’t look that much different, which is probably the best way to do it; ease in gradually. But the space has changed. So there’s that. ]
Please don’t freak out.
[He stares for a moment before gently placing the back of his hand against Jasmine’s forehead. Okay. She didn’t feel warm. But…she was talking about time travel.]
You’re from the future? I…Okay. Um…
[Theo’s starting to have trouble with words because that is not a real thing. Time travel is not a real thing. He finds himself glancing around and looking for some sort of hidden camera.]
Time travel isn’t a real thing. It’s science fiction.
[ She grabs the hand he’s placed on his forehead, and drags him through his apartment. ]
Okay, I can definitely prove it. I obviously wouldn’t have said something that daft without being able to prove it. I’m not that stupid, you know.
[ She’s speaking very quickly, and letting go of his hand once they reach the bedroom—she supposes it’s their bedroom now. She rushes to the chest of draws, pulling one open and tossing her clothes aside carelessly, looking for her vortex manipulator.
Once she finds it, she pulls it out and holds it up, so he can see. ]
Okay, well, I know it looks like some weird Star Trek memorabilia. But it’s actual time travel technology—From, well, that’s unimportant.
That’s true so I recind my previous statement.
[One eyebrow goes up]
Time—Well I really liked the Back to the Future movies. …Why?
[ A nervous laugh, as she runs a hand through her hair. ]
Because—How do I say this without sounding completely mental? I suppose there’s no other way. Because it’s real, and I’m sort of, from the future.
I mean, not too far in the future—Only about two decades. Alright, about seventeen years. Eighteen years? I don’t really keep track anymore. And I’m kind of not in the mood to work out the exact number but.
Yeah. That’s—What I had to say. Wow, it’s nice to get that off my chest.
…Ookay. I’m curious and listening. But for the record starting out like that is a bit odd.
It’s better than we have to talk.
How do you feel about time travel?
[ May as well jump right into it. ]
I have to tell you something and you have to promise you’re not going to freak out.
"…we had two bodies on our hands"