Snippet #2814754

Years: 1927
Location: Harlem, NYC, NY, and Manhattan, NYC, NY.
Time: Evening
”My name is Jason Joseph Rockler, born August 12th in 1992.” Amelie stared at the man she now knew as Jason, trying to decipher if he was being honest or not as he talked.
”I would suggest you look it up on Google when you get back to our timeline, but I’ll let you know now that you won’t find anything. My information has been somewhat erased from any government database. But I assure you, it is the name my parents gave me.”
She’d narrow her eyes and lean in towards Jason a bit before relaxing her expression and sighing.
”All your information has been wiped off the internet? Who are you supposed to be, James Bond?” Amelie joked softly to herself out loud, before he began to speak once more.
”Let me skip past the comment about luring me out in the open, and let me skip all the company bull shit about saving history.” the small smirk on his face coupled with the casually honest way he spoke caused Amelie to grow more comfortable in his presence.
”And please tell me you have not looked it up on Wikipedia…”
The two would laugh at the same time before Amelie caught herself and bit down on her lip to make herself stop.
She’d clench his jacket around herself tighter as she continued listening to him, her mind open to what he had to say until the topic of Irealia came up. She went to interrupt him to defend her friend’s previous actions towards to him, however as he fell silent again her mind flashed back to what Irealia had said earlier: ”Remember where we came from”
”The store!” she whispered to herself, but Jason spoke up again - pulling her attention away.
”Her first instinct was to hurt me… your first instinct was to heal me. You’re not just ‘look-how-different-2-besties-can-be’ kinda different. You have a sense of adventure, but she has a plan.”

Amelie’s grip on the jacket loosened and it would slide off her shoulder’s a bit as she held her head low.
”Yeah, she has a plan…but it’s not what you think.” she’d whisper in a tone so low it was barely audible.
”She is not a bad person, no matter what you think. She felt cornered, I mean you literally cornered us in an alleyway, so she lashed out - that’s all.”

Their conversation would be interrupted by a terminal worker holding out a piece of paper.
”Our apologies, we have just gotten word over the radio that some of the trains will be delayed, here is the updated schedule right here.”
”That’s quite alright, thank you sir.” Amelie responded, as she went to take the paper from the worker’s hand, but before she could grab it the salt and pepper haired man would pull it back and then put it more directly in front of Jason’s face. ”Best to let your husband here take this ma’m, here you are sir.”
A deep frown furrowed Amelie’s brows as a cross look made it’s way onto her face, however she quickly remembered the time she was in, relaxed, and sighed and she leaned back into the bench.

After the man was far enough away Amelie would again speak up, poking fun at his assumption of their marital status.
”So - husband, I appreciate the warning but there really isn’t anything to fear from her, and apparently there isn’t as much to fear about you as she thinks….the irony.”
Amelie smiled at Jason before standing up - once again clenching the jacket tightly with her left hand before reaching down with her right hand to grab Jason by the wrist.
”Come on, follow me.” she’d say, though she gave him little choice as she pulled him behind her.

A train had just pulled into the station and the limited staff on duty were too busy directing the few passengers headed down to the train to notice the two of them going in the opposite direction.
”There has to be a bathroom or office around here!” Amelie complained to herself, before eventually spotting a door with “Custodian” written on it. She’d look both ways to make sure no one was coming before opening the door, pulling Jason in behind her, and then shutting the door behind them.

”No no no, what did I just step on!” Amelie complained in the dark, before finding and pulling the string that turned on the incandescent light bulb above them.
Once she could see inside the small room she’d notice how close she was to Jason and instantly stumble backwards into a shelving rack.
”Ouchie” she complained as she rubbed the back of her head, distracted.

Silence lingered for a brief moment before Amelie finally broke the quietness. ”Sorry for dragging you around but…I can’t stay here.”
She’d close her eyes and effortlessly enter her heightened state of being, causing the lower half of both arms to glow as brightly as her now white eyes, which she’d open and stare directly at Jason with.
”You said you’re not here to force me to go with you, so let me leave and don’t try to follow me.”

While maintaining her eye contact with Jason Amelie would reach her hand behind her and open a gateway.
”How about…we meet in our own time, you know - by choice, versus you hunting me down.”
She’d snicker a bit before offering up a time and place. ”Tomorrow, Noon, Prospect Park in Brooklyn….at the Soldiers’ and Sailors’ arch.”
Suddenly embarrassed by her own suggestion Amelie would look away slightly, hoping the brightness of her glowing white eyes would hide her flushed cheeks.
”It can be just between us, I won’t tell my friend if you don’t tell yours, deal?”
Amelie would hold out her arm and smile as she flashed Jason a thumbs-up, lingering in the room long enough for a brief response before she’d step into the gateway and quickly close it behind her.





It was all she could do to stand as she made her way out of the gateway carrying two coats and a pair of purses.
Irelia would sigh as she fell back into a nearby wall inside the dark cold store they had arrived in hours ago. Here clone was draining her energy rapidly, and after only a few minutes of leading the woman at their hotel door on quite the chase, Irealia would feel her clone fade.

Several minutes would pass and Irealia’s already limited energy was draining even more due to the cold, causing her to slowly slip into a light sleep. ”Come on Amelie, hurry up….I hope….they didn’t catch you.”





As Amelie stepped out of the gateway and into the dark store she’d sigh, quickly closing the gateway while remaining in her heightened state.
”Made it back all in one-” the young woman would suddenly stop talking when she noticed Irealia apparently unconscious on the floor up against a wall. ”Irealia!” she’d call out as she ran over to her friend.
A few taps to the cheek was all it took to wake an exhausted Irealia up.”Oh look, you made it.” she’d mumble, before attempting to stand.
”No no, don’t stand yet. Tell me what happened? Did someone attack you? Did the woman catch up to you? Oh no, did she-” Irealia would quiet Amelie by putting a hand over her mouth.
”Relax, I’m just drained…help me up.”

Amelie would pick up both their bags and her own long coat with one arm, and help Irealia up with the other.
Still in her heightened state she’d create a portal via the same tear they had arrived in hours earlier. She made sure Irealia was propped up against the wall securely before digging Lux out of her friend’s coat pocket.

After smoothing the edges of the portal Amelie would grip both it and her friend tightly. ”Ready?”
Irealia nodded, and the two would slowly make their way inside the portal.



As soon as the two appeared back in Amelie’s room the portals closed behind them and Irealia would flop down on Amelie’s bed.”I’m so fucking exhausted…that clone…and that chase….they completely drained me.” she’d complain groggily. ”Here, let me help you out of that.”

Amelie would help her best friend get out her heavy jacket and finger wave wig, but before she could unzip her dress Irealia would turn over. ”Tell me, what did he say to you?”
Shrugging her shoulders softly Amelie would slide out of the leather jacket she was still wearing and throw it on a nearby chair, a child-like expression of being caught painted onto her face. ”W-what do you mean? I totally out ran him!”
Irealia sighed. ”Sure, okay. Nice jacket by the way, did you happen to stop by a department store in the dead of night and buy a leather jacket multiple sizes too big for you after you out ran him? Hmm?”

The room remained silent for a couple minutes as Amelie struggled to unzip her dress. Irealia would finally tell her to come over and let her do it.
”Thank you.” she’d say, before slipping out of her dress and throwing it on the same chair the jacket was on. Irealia paid her words no mind and repeated her previous question. ”And don’t lie again, that jacket obviously isn’t yours.”

”I was cold, so he gave it to me…you know, he’s not that bad.” Irealia repeated her question for a third time, pushing herself up on the bed a bit as she stared Amelie down.
”He just lectured me about the risks, you know, of time traveling and messing with the past.”
Amelie would unhook her bra and make her way into her bathroom where she’d begin running the water for a bath.
”He also doesn’t trust you, and I’m gonna go out on a limb and take a wild guess that it’s because you kind of went hyper aggressive on him in Jersey.”

She’d make her way back into her room and throw her bra on the chair that was holding everything else she had worn only minutes ago. ”Well I don’t trust him either, creepy stalker.” Irealia lamented, before falling back on the bed. ”So he let you go? He didn’t try to like….do any funny stuff to you?”
Amelie’s cheeks grew red. ”F-funny stuff? No, no no no, he just talked….t-that’s all. And he uh, let me go.”
”Oh yeah? Then why are you stuttering? And why are you blushing?”
Irealia was half amused at her friend’s reaction, but also incredibly worried about this conversation she had missed.
”Look Ms. Married, I’m not used to the opposite sex! I don’t do the whole talking to guys thing, I’m easily embarrassed, leave me alone!”
Amelie pouted as she crossed her arms over her bare chest, her cheeks even redder than before. Irealia couldn’t help but laugh.
”Ok okay, fine. But I want details when you’re done washing up, so try to compose yourself by then”

A flustered Amelie would grab her phone, quickly make her way into the bathroom, and then slam the door behind her - not out of anger, but out of pure embarrassment.
She’d then slip out of her underwear and turn the water off - Irealia’s laughs still audible from inside the large bathroom.
”She can be such a pain!” she’d complain as she slid into the bathwater. ”But I’d laugh at me too if I was her, I’m so lame…”
Amelie would sigh, and as she remembered the meet-up she had with Jason tomorrow she’d sink down into the water, trying to hide her expression of embarrassment even though there was no one in the room with her.
”I’m a mess.” she thought to herself, before she finally began to wash up.


Ten minutes or so later Amelie would walk out of the bathroom with one towel wrapped around her hair, and another wrapped around her small frame. Irealia, still in her dress, was fast asleep on the bed, causing Amelie to pull a over-sized t-shirt out of her dresser and then turn the light off before she made her way down the stairs to the loft’s first floor.

She’d make sure her hair and body were dry before throwing the towels onto the floor, slipping into her t-shirt, and then laying down on the couch.
It was nearly 3am, and she knew she’d want to wake up by at least 10am to have enough time to get rid of Irealia and then get ready.
”I hope I’m not making a mistake. I really hope I’m not walking into a trap…” she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep. ”…I hope my trust in you isn’t misplaced…Mr. Bond.”