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Imperial Junke Yard, Saturday

Marcus was in the shed (which really deserved a better name, what with the improvements) working on the TV. He had a beer, the parts he needed, and quite an impressive array of tools the origins of which it was best not to inquire about.

The junkyard gates were wide open and the junkyard itself full of all manner of interesting things.

[There is OCD today. If you want Marcus for something, ~~like torturing him with small children,~~ he's in the shed. If you're looking for a place to hide from small children, he might be willing to offer sanctuary, and possibly a beer. If you want to use the junkyard for anything, like family bonding, or, say, you need parts to build a cage for holding wee visitors or recalcitrant parents, please do so!]

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In which there is a Marcus.

And there was a small boy, probably about 8, in the doorway looking around. "Who are you?"

Marcus glanced up, looked the kid over, noted the accent, and went back to working. "Who wants to know?"

"Me, as I'm asking, but maybe someone else. I can't speak for them though, only for me."

He looked up again at that, seeing as it wasn't exactly a normal answer. "And why do you want to know?"

"Because you're here and it would be rude not to call you by your name since I'm on your doorstep nosing about."

Marcus pointed his screwdriver at the kid. "Then shouldn't you tell me who you are first?"

"It's hard to balance manners with being told not to talk to strangers," he pointed out. "But I never listen to that part anyway. I'm Alan Pevensie." The Prince of Narnia bit was never really necessary for introductions when he was visiting Earth. His grandmother said it drew too much unwanted attention. Alan looked expectantly at Marcus, waiting for a name in response.

Marcus sighed internally at the look. "Marcus. And you shouldn't talk to strangers. Never know what's gonna happen if you do."

"Probably not always good things," Alan admitted. "But since we know each other now, we're not strangers."

Marcus eyed him, then set down his screwdriver, resigned to the kid's company at least for the moment. "What can I do for you, kid?"

"Nothing," Alan admitted. "Why do you think I want something?"

"Everyone always wants something," was the reply.

"That's true," Alan admitted. "But they don't always want something from you."

Not in his experience, but he didn't say so. "Don't you have parents to bother?" he asked instead. "Someone who's gonna be wondering where you ran off to?"

"They don't I'm here yet. I'll find them later. Am I bothering you?"

That got a raised eyebrow. "Yeah," he replied, not sounding like he cared. "What do you mean, they don't know you're here?"

Yeah, Alan didn't care either. "Well, my parents at home don't know that I came through the portal. I'll probably get into trouble for that later, if my sister doesn't keep up her end of our deal. But my parents here, though they're not my parents yet but they will be, don't know I've come to visit them. They probably don't even know I exist yet!"

Marcus waited a beat, two, to see if that was going to make sense. It didn't. "Want to run that past me again?"

"My aunt says it's a time travel thing. Either way, I'm going to get told off for it." He sounded far too pleased about that.

The last thing in the world Marcus wanted to think about was time travel, but he couldn't help a very small smirk at the kid's attitude. "You get in trouble a lot?"

"All the time, but usually about fun things, so it's worth it."

"Yeah," he agreed. "Sometimes it is." He pointed one finger at the old plaid couch. "Sit if you want."

Alan didn't need to be invited twice. He ran over and flopped onto the couch. "Do you live in here?"

He shook his head. "It's just a place to go."

"I have a place like that too. I thought about showing it to my sister and cousins, but I don't really want anyone else to know about it. If yours is a secret too, you're not doing a very good job of hiding it."

"I'm not trying to hide." Marcus fixed Alan with a serious look. "If you've got a secret place, keep it that way. It could be important."

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"That's what I was thinking. It's important for a man to have his own space, especially if something was to happen and he needed an escape."

He nodded in approval. "Pretty smart, kid."

"My dad says I'm good at strategy."

"Yeah?"

"He only wishes I used it for something more practical than getting away with things."

"Nothing better than knowing how to get away with things," Marcus told him, corner of his mouth pulled up in a smile.

"Yes!" he agreed. "I don't think Mum and Dad would mind so much if I didn't try to get away with things from them, but they and Uncle Peter are the most important people I know, and it's probably best to practice on the best."

"Sounds good to me," he agreed, then tilted his head slightly. "Think it's about time you went and found them?"

"I suppose so. I'm getting hungry anyway." He was probably going to wander off and keep looking around. If he happened to find his parents, then that counted. "It was good to meet you, Mr Marcus."

"It's just Marcus," Marcus told him, amused. "You can come back if you need to."

"If I can't find them, I will, but I think I'll find them. I always do eventually." He was up off the couch and walking over to the door. "But thank you. Have a good afternoon!"

And he was gone. Thank goodness.

In which there is a junk yard.

As I was informed the lack of same would result in the world ending.

Yeah, try not to end the world on a weekend. Monday morning is fine.

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