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ALTERED FATES: FLASHFORWARD
by BobH
(c) 2009
***
(This story is set in the world of the TV show Flashforward.)
***
For 17 year-old Lacey Mikulski this was a hard time. She was trying her
best to keep her mother's sprits up but her mother wasn't the only one
hurting.
"I miss her too, you know," she said softly.
If her mother heard her she gave no sign as she turned their car off the
highway, heading into an area of suburban streets that neither had ever
visited before.
"Are you sure this is the right way, Mom?" she asked.
"Yes, don't worry Lace," replied her mother, "we'll get you there in
plenty of time for the contest."
Lacey enjoyed being a teen beauty queen but the abduction of her
eighteen month-old baby sister nine weeks earlier had taught her there
were far more important things in life. It had been a bitter lesson. For
her mother, the thought of her baby somewhere being raised by strangers
was almost more than she could bear, and throwing herself into her older
daughter's beauty pageant circuit was, Lacey knew, a help in taking her
mind off it. Left to her own thoughts, she might have gone mad.
Lacey glanced over her shoulder at the bags on the back seat of the car.
One contained her clothes for the pageant, another a bunch of junk
jewellery she had scooped up at a crafts fair they had stopped at on the
way over, and the third a pile of her sister's clothing, just in case
they ever found Wendy. Though without a single lead to go on the police
working the case had not held out much hope of that.
Despite only being a year off forty, her mother was still hot, thought
Lacey, but she had started to let herself go. With Dad dying and now the
abduction, it was like she no longer cared about her appearance. She
needed something to shake her out of this - they both did.
Thet were approaching a T-junction, her mother slowing the car in order
to make a turn, when it happened. She and Lacey simultaneously slumped
forward, their minds suddenly somewhere else, and their now driverless
car continued on across the junction and ploughed into the house
opposite....
***
Martin Samms gave a moan of pleasure as his lover pinched the engorged
nipple of his left breast, then moaned softly as the man slid the
fingers of his other hand into Martin's wet pussy, expertly working his
clitoris.
"Don't stop," he whispered, looking up into the face of his lover, a man
he had never laid eyes on before this moment, "please don't stop."
Yet stop he did, but only in order to climb between Martin's legs and to
maneuver his rock hard member into place over Martin's vagina. Martin
eagerly responded by drawing his knees up to his shoulders, ready to
receive his lover.
"I love you, Susie," said the man, smiling down at him.
"Ooh, I love you too, baby," said Martin, happily, and realised that
this was true. He did love this stranger.
He let out a small gasp as his lover suddenly entered him, his urgent,
expertly judged thrusts soon bringing Martin to orgasm, the best he had
ever known. It was ecstacy....
....then Martin woke up. His head had fallen face-first into his
keyboard, and as he lifted his bruised head from his desk he saw that he
wasn't the only one who had blacked out. All around him his co-workers
were coming to at their own desks, bewildered looks on their faces.
Three guys from accounting who had been having a conversation next to
the coffee machine just outside his cubicle and fallen in a heap cursed
as they got back to their feet. What the hell had just happened to
everyone, Martin wondered?
As he regained his senses, Martin became aware of a sound from outside,
the sound of what had to be most of the car alarms in the city going off
together.
"Oh my God!" said someone who had made it to the window and was now
staring through it in horror, "Oh my dear God!"
Their office block was next to the highway and from their vantage point
on the seventh floor they could see it was a tangled mess of crashed
cars for miles in both directions. Whatever was going on, a lot of
people had died down there. As they gazed at the devastation they heard
a loud boom, and several blocks away a fireball rose into the sky.
"That was an airliner going down," said Martin, licking his lips, his
mouth suddenly dry. "I think that means we weren't the only ones who
blacked out."
"Only it wasn't just a blackout, was it?" said his colleague Jeff,
standing beside him. "I saw myself somewhere I didn't recognise, riding
a rollercoaster with a woman who wasn't my wife. And I could tell we
were in love."
"I had a dream too," said Carly, one of the secretaries, who had come up
behind them, "and in mine I was reading a newspaper."
"That sounds pretty boring," said Martin.
"Yes," said Carly. "But the date on the newspaper...it was six months
from now."
"What was the date?" asked someone else. "Only I saw myself watching the
news on TV...and the date on the screen was also six months from now."
They compared notes. It was the same date.
"So what; we're saying we all had a vision of the future now, is that
it?" said Jeff.
"God, I hope not," said Martin.
"Why?" asked Jeff, looking at him curiously. "What were you doing in
your vision, Marty?"
"I was having sex."
"With Jenna?"
"No, with...someone else."
"So if what we saw was the future we're both gonna be cheating on our
wives with other women?" said Jeff. "Man, that's weird."
"I have to go," said Martin. "I have get home and make sure Jenna and
the kids are alright."
"You'll never get through all that," said Carly, indicating the carnage
below.
"I ride my bicycle to work, remember?" he replied. "The cycle path is
one block from the office, and two blocks from home the other end. I'm
probably one of the few who *can* get through all that."
Ten minutes later Martin was cycling up the exit ramp from the
building's underground parking garage. His ear buds were plugged into
the small AM/FM radio clipped to the strap of his backpack and it was
tuned to the local news station. All the way home he listened to the
news as the first reports started coming in from other cities and then
other countries. Just how big was this thing, anyway? But as vital as
the news was, Martin found his mind kept drifting back to his vision.
What worried him the most about it was how much it excited him. He was a
straight, married man. Something like that should not be turning him on.
It was almost a relief when, forty minutes after setting out from work,
he turned off the cycleway and onto the familiar streets near his house.
Another couple of minutes and he would be where he needed to be at this
terrible time: back home with his wife and their children.
***
"Think you can stop me, Samms?" said Jake Sciavo, challenging the other
teenager.
"Try me," said Kevin Samms, crouched in front of the basketball hoop
fixed above his garage door and ready to spring into action.
"You asked for it," said Jake, bouncing the ball twice on the ground
before leaping up and lobbing it at the hoop. Kevin leapt a split second
after his friend but he was too late. The ball dropped through the
center of the hoop without touching the sides.
"Told you," said Jake, grinning.
"Ah nuts," said Kevin glancing up and spotting his annoying kid sister
watching them from her bedroom window. He would have flipped her the
bird had he and Jake not both suddenly slumped to the ground at that
exact moment. Not that Kevin was aware this had happened. From his point
of view he was glaring at his sister one moment....
....and the next he was sitting down on his ass, surrounded by huge
wooden bars. It took him a moment to realise he was in a baby's playpen,
soft toys all around him, and it wasn't the bars that were big but him
who was small. It took him another moment to realise not only was he
sucking a pacifier but it was comforting him. He was a baby, and from
the pink dress he was wearing, a baby girl. He felt no surprise at his
situation only an odd sort of resignation, as if he had finally accepted
this was who he was now and had decided to make the best of things. On
the nursery wall opposite the playpen was a flatscreen TV, the sort that
incorporated a DVD player. What was playing on the screen was the old
Teletubbies show, and Kevin was surprised to find himself watching it
with interest.
Then the door opened.
She stood there in the doorway for a moment, one of the most gorgeous
girls Kevin had ever seen, taking a final drag from her cigarette before
stubbing it out in an ashtray outside the nursery. She had long blonde
hair, and was wearing a very low cut red knit mini-dress that hugged her
beauty queen curves and displayed her impressive cleavage to awesome
effect. Three inch heels, sheer silk stockings, and a designer purse
slung over her shoulder - all black - completed her ensemble.
"Hello, sweetie," she said coming over and lifting Kevin out of the
playpen. "How's my pretty little baby sister?"
Kevin understood intellectually that he was now a baby but it still felt
as if he'd been picked up by a giantess and hoisted high in the air. He
gazed into her beautiful face, admiring her perfectly applied make-up,
as she leaned in and kissed him gently on the forehead, leaving some
lipstick there, then gave him a dazzling smile. Who was this girl and
who, come to that, was he now? He could tell that he loved her but
underneath that love he could feel...resentment?
Kevin was wondering what all this could mean, wondering why it all felt
so very, very real....
....when he found himself waking up in his driveway, with Jake coming to
next to him.
"What the fuck..?" said Kevin as they picked themselves up off the
ground.
"Yeah, man," said Jake. "I think we musta blacked out or something."
"Yeah, but why?"
"Dunno," said Jake, "but I had like the weirdest dream...only it didn't
feel like a dream. It was more like a...a vision."
"Really?" said Kevin, uneasily. However real it had felt, what he had
seen had to have been a dream didn't it? Anything else was too horrible
to contemplate.
"Yeah. I was in my bedroom, getting ready for a date, and I was really
happy and really nervous, and I never get that way before a date. That's
when I knew."
"Knew what?"
"That this time it was love, dude, that whoever I was dating was The
One, y'know?"
"So you...liked what you saw in this...vision?"
"Fuck, yeah. Who doesn't want to experience that, right?"
"I suppose," said Kevin, who was surprised to see a shocked expression
appear on his friend's face. Jake was looking over his shoulder and had
obviously just noticed something.
"Dude," he said, "there's a car sticking out the front of your house."
***
It should have felt odd, but it didn't. One moment Jenna Samms had been
sitting on the sofa, watching a daytime soap, the next she was in the
bedroom, smiling up into the face of her husband, Martin.
"A baby, he said!" giving her a delighted hug. "Oh darling that's
wonderful news!"
"Yes," she said, laughing, "yes it is. I used to think I'd never want
another but now there's nothing I want more than to have a baby with
you."
A baby? Jenna was confused. She had been trying to find the right time
to tell Martin she wanted a divorce yet here she was feeling genuine
love for him and happy to be carrying his child. What was going on? This
couldn't be real, so why did it feel like so much more than just a
dream?.
They kissed and hugged in silence for a good minute and Jenna marvelled
at the strength of what she was feeling, a love for Martin she hadn't
felt in years.
"The only thing that could make me happier now is if Susie gets pregnant
too," said Jenna, eventually. "Frank wants a child so bad, and I know
she would do anything to make him happy."
Susie? Who was Susie? And Frank. Could that be her lover Frank? Somehow,
she knew that it was. Whether or not she truly loved Frank she wasn't
sure, but she *was* sure she no longer loved Martin.
"I know they're trying really, really, hard," said Jenna.
"She told you that?" said Martin, amazed.
"Women tell each other everything," she said, "you of all people should
know that."
He smiled, opened his mouth to reply.....
....and Jenna was back on her sofa, opening her eyes to find a car in
her living room....
***
Julie Samms supposed she loved her brother, but she didn't like him very
much. At fifteen, Kevin was two years older than her, and almost since
the day she was born he had taken great delight in teasing her and
making her the butt of his practical jokes. Being almost aneorexically
thin, flat-chested, and with a long, plain face, she had low self-esteem
anyway, and he only made matters worse.
Then there was Jake.
He was a year older than Kevin but Jake and he were best friends, and
had been since Jake's family had moved next door ten years ago. And for
almost all that time Julie had had an enormous crush on him. Jake had
always been nice to her - much nicer than Kevin - but she knew there was
no way he would ever see her the way she yearned for him to particularly
since he had grown up so handsome and, as captain of the football team,
could have his pick of most of the girls at their school.
Looking out of her bedroom window, watching Jake and Kevin shooting
hoops in the driveway below, Julie let out a deep sigh....
...and found herself looking into a mirror as she put the final touches
to her make-up. She was blonde, beautiful, wearing a red dress with a
plunging neckline that emphasised her generous cleavage - breasts, she
had breasts! - and looked to be about 18 or 19 years old. Julie was
stunned. How could this gorgeous girl be her? As she drank in her
reflection she noticed the newspaper clipping taped to the upper left
corner of the mirror:
LOCAL TEENS AMONG THE MISSING it read, and below the headline was the
photo of her and Kevin that Dad had taken last Thanksgiving. She felt
curiously unmoved by this news.
"How do I look?" she asked.
"You look fabulous!" came the reply, and another girl came into view in
the mirror behind her, a girl with the same face and body Julie now had.
Who on earth was this?
"I don't think there's anything else I can teach you about make-up,"
said her twin, approvingly, "you're as good at it now as I am."
Smiling at this compliment, Julie picked up her cigarette from the
ashtray on her dressing table, took a long drag, and put it back.
"I love having you for a sister," she said, exhaling with a sigh of
pleasure. Julie had never smoked a cigarette before. She was amazed at
how good it felt.
"Me too," said her twin. "These past few months I've been happier than
I've been in a long time."
Julie stood up from her seat, scooped her cigarettes, lighter, and make-
up into her purse, and smiled at her sister a little uncertainly.
"Did you...get them?" she asked.
"Of course I did, silly," said her twin, handing Julie a small pack of
condoms, which she quickly dropped into her purse.
"I hope Mom doesn't find out about this."
"So what if she does?" came the reply. "I talked her into letting you
smoke and I can talk her around on this, too. I'll always have your
back, sis, so don't worry. And anyway, we turned eighteen last week so
what you do with your body is your affair. You guys have been dating for
months now, and it's time you took it to the next level. Do you know
what Jake has planned?"
Jake, she was dating Jake!!
"He's taking me for a meal at La Cienga first," she giggled, and he's
booked us a room at the Sheraton for afterwards. We'll have all
afternoon and evening there to ourselves."
Her sister came up and gave her a quick hug, then exchanged an air kiss
with her.
"I'm so happy for you," she said.
"How about you?" asked Julie. "Do you have plans for this afternoon."
"Not really," replied her twin, "but it's a lovely day so I think I
might put Wendy in her harness, strap her into her new stroller, and go
for a walk in the park. And before you ask, yes I will remember to put
her bonnet on her as well. We don't want that sensitive baby skin to
catch too much sun."
Wendy? Who was Wendy?
"Yeah, I think I'll check in on Wendy on my way out, too," said Julie,
retrieving her cigarette.
With that she left the room and crossed the landing. Julie was pleased
and impressed by how effortlessly she walked in her three inch heels,
how natural it felt. She listened briefly at the door to her parents'
bedroom. Whatever they were talking about in there they sounded happy.
She then moved to the next door down, opened it, and smiled at the
little girl inside, who was sitting in her playpen , happily sucking on
a pacifier. This had to be Wendy. She looked totally adorable, in her
little pink dress with a small matching ribbon in her hair, but who was
she?
Julie took a final drag on her cigarette - man, she couldn't get over
just how enjoyable that was - then stubbed it out in the ashtray on the
small table just outside the nursery.
"Hello, sweetie," she said going over and lifting Wendy out of the
playpen. "How's my pretty little baby sister?"
Another sister? How many did she have?
Julie kissed the baby gently on the forehead, leaving some lipstick
there, and gave her a dazzling smile....
...and then she was back in her room, 13 years-old once more and gazing
out the window to where Kevin and Jake were getting to their feet. Not
that she paid them much attention. She was too excited about what she
had just experienced. She knew it was more than a dream, knew that
impossible as it seemed it had been real. And more than anything in the
world she wanted to get back there.
Hearing voices downstairs, Julie frowned. Only her mother should be in
the house. Puzzled, she headed out of her room to investigate.
***
For a second or two Jenna Samms only stared in shock at the car that had
crashed through the wall of her living room before rushing over and
helping its dazed passengers out. There were two of them, a mother and
her seriously pretty teenage daughter, and it looked like their
seatbelts had saved them from any injury.
"Are you OK?" she asked as the woman brushed herself down.
"Yes, thanks we..." began the woman, then she looked up and saw Jenna's
face for the first time. A look of shocked recognition crossed her own.
"What is it?" asked Jenna.
"I'm not sure what happened," she said, "but I just had a dream...no, a
vision... You were in it and so was I."
"I was?" said Jenna, disturbed by the strange way the other woman was
looking at her "But that's not possible. We've never set eyes on each
other before today."
"No," agreed the other woman, "we haven't. What's even stranger is that
in my vision I was a man."
She stuck her hand out.
"My name's Susan, by the way," she said, "Susan Mikulski. But everyone
calls me Susie."
In the back of the car, unnoticed by anyone, the bag containing Lacey
Mikulski's junk jewellery had fallen over and its contents had spilled
across the rear seat. Among the items, glinting in the sunlight, was a
cheap-looking medallion with what looked like a demon or possibly an
angel on its face. Those familiar with such matters would have
recognised it as the Medallion of Zulo, a powerful instrument of fate,
that had changed many lives over the centuries. And it was about to once
again....
...the beginning.
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Note: I love scenarios in which something weird happens to everyone on
the planet - as those who've read my 'Genderwave', 'Changeday' and
'Switchworld' stories will know - so it was pretty much inevitable I'd
set a tale in the universe of TV's 'Flashforward'.
Those of you who enjoyed this one might also like my other Altered Fates
stories, some of which are listed below:
The X-Files trilogy -
1. Altered Fates/X-Files: The Scam
2. Altered Fates: The X-File
3. Altered Fates: The X-File Reopened
Though this reflects their internal chronolgy the tales are
standalones and, in fact, no.1 was the last one written.
Also, for your consideration, I offer the following:
Altered Fates: The Experiment
Altered Fates: The Cult
Altered Fates: 'Twas the Scrooge Before Christmas
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