Time Warp: Unscheduled
Jan 8, 2011 15:41:49 GMT -5
Post by Dr. James Campbell on Jan 8, 2011 15:41:49 GMT -5
Set 17 years ago, shortly after the events in Time Warp: Not While I'm Around.
Someone was messing with him.
Apparently, he had some bullshit power that made him able to see things differently, but he didn't need it to know that someone was messing with him. He was twenty-two, married, and had a daughter, for crissakes. It was bad enough that the school--"for the sake of convenience" they said--even considered him a senior. James wasn't even a senior in college, any more. No, he was a college graduate, and yet someone expected him to attend a sex ed. lecture with a bunch of teenagers.
Too late. Sorry.
If James was another person, he probably would have crumpled the paper in his hand as he strode through the halls. Instead, it was folded neatly into thirds, without so much as a spare crease, and he didn't so much stride as dodged past a group of girls who belonged in middle school. Unfortunately, he recognized them, as they were in the same training class as him. They recognized him as well, which set off a round of giggling he did not join in on.
James had to get out of here.
But his escape attempts hadn't worked the past five times, so he had his sights set a little lower for now: Convince Dr. Neville that he shouldn't have to go to the sex ed seminar. It shouldn't be too hard, right? After all, he didn't need a lecture about it. Not now. And it wasn't exactly a secret that he had a kid, so if and when pregnancy came up, he was due for some uncomfortable stares.
He'd met the shrink previously, but it had only been brief, and he'd had the strangest sensation that the older man knew what he was thinking. Aristea had confirmed that, later on. She had also suggested that he go to see Dr. Neville a few days ago, after the last time he'd talked to Lucy. James had ignored the recruiter's advice, and would have been diligent about avoiding that particular office if it wasn't for the goddamn lecture.
The door was open, which was probably a bad thing. If Dr. Neville had been in a session with some depressed teenager, then maybe James would have had some time to calm down. But it was the end of the school day, and most of the staff was about to leave for their respective homes, unlike James, who was once again living in a dorm.
As soon as he stepped inside, he held out the folded piece of paper--the notice that all seniors were expected to attend the seminar--and said to the doctor. "Please, please tell me I don't actually have to go to this thing."
Someone was messing with him.
Apparently, he had some bullshit power that made him able to see things differently, but he didn't need it to know that someone was messing with him. He was twenty-two, married, and had a daughter, for crissakes. It was bad enough that the school--"for the sake of convenience" they said--even considered him a senior. James wasn't even a senior in college, any more. No, he was a college graduate, and yet someone expected him to attend a sex ed. lecture with a bunch of teenagers.
Too late. Sorry.
If James was another person, he probably would have crumpled the paper in his hand as he strode through the halls. Instead, it was folded neatly into thirds, without so much as a spare crease, and he didn't so much stride as dodged past a group of girls who belonged in middle school. Unfortunately, he recognized them, as they were in the same training class as him. They recognized him as well, which set off a round of giggling he did not join in on.
James had to get out of here.
But his escape attempts hadn't worked the past five times, so he had his sights set a little lower for now: Convince Dr. Neville that he shouldn't have to go to the sex ed seminar. It shouldn't be too hard, right? After all, he didn't need a lecture about it. Not now. And it wasn't exactly a secret that he had a kid, so if and when pregnancy came up, he was due for some uncomfortable stares.
He'd met the shrink previously, but it had only been brief, and he'd had the strangest sensation that the older man knew what he was thinking. Aristea had confirmed that, later on. She had also suggested that he go to see Dr. Neville a few days ago, after the last time he'd talked to Lucy. James had ignored the recruiter's advice, and would have been diligent about avoiding that particular office if it wasn't for the goddamn lecture.
The door was open, which was probably a bad thing. If Dr. Neville had been in a session with some depressed teenager, then maybe James would have had some time to calm down. But it was the end of the school day, and most of the staff was about to leave for their respective homes, unlike James, who was once again living in a dorm.
As soon as he stepped inside, he held out the folded piece of paper--the notice that all seniors were expected to attend the seminar--and said to the doctor. "Please, please tell me I don't actually have to go to this thing."
