fandomtownies | Behind Efferton Manor, Then The Streets of Fandom

The smell in the air of the immediate area was tangy, like there was a storm coming. The crackling came next, lightning arcing out of nowhere, eventually forming a shielded ball of light in the back yard of Efferton Manor. The sphere dissipated a few moments later, taking out a chunk of the lawn like a giant ice cream scoop had taken a piece of it.

Kyle shuddered in a breath as he opened his eyes and tried to deal with the sensory overload. Every muscle in his body had contracted painfully and he couldn't get them to relax. He took a few moments, trying to get his lungs used to breathing again and his eyes used to seeing. The muscles loosened shortly after that.

He wasn't sure who lived here, but as always, they had clothes hanging on the clothesline. They were too big for him, but nudity drew too much attention. He scurried over and took down the clothes before putting them on. Shoes would have to wait for now.

Exhaustion was creeping in. He didn't know if his bed in the dorms was still his bed anymore, or if there was even anyone left here he knew. Kyle had to focus, to work out how much time had passed and where he could find somewhere to sleep for a few hours.

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Dani was out running and decided now was the perfect time to extend her regular route outside of the park. It was early but that didn't mean her eyes weren't peeled for trouble. This wasn't downtown LA but Fandom had its own definition of trouble.

So when she saw something stagger a few meters from her, Dani stopped. Her hand creeping to the extendable police baton she carried in her pocket.

Kyle heard the other person before he saw them. He pulled up and pressed up against the nearest building, listening. Nothing like 7 months at home to build back up a healthy dose of paranoia.

There was someone there, she was sure of that. Holding the baton, she called out, "Anyone around?"

If it was another one of those monkeyponies she was going to leg it. It took two clips to bring that thing down.

"Reese?" He cautiously looked around the corner of the building.

Dani was surprised to hear the voice that replied and the head peering from the corner of the building. "Is that you Kyle?"

He took a few steps out from his cover, looking grimy and scruffy. When there wasn't a lot of clean water, you didn't bother to wash your hair. "Yeah. Hey."

She finally lowered the baton and approached him.

"Hey." Dani took a catalog of Kyle's appearance. "You look like hell." Looking like that she had a knee jerk reaction to feed him something. "And hungry."

She didn't ask what happened, not yet, that'll come later right now she wanted to know if he was okay.

"I'm a kid. I'm always hungry." Less of a kid now. A little older, not much, but some. A thinner face, some stubble as well. "What year is it? What date?"

"Date..." she trailed off and made her own connections. "Still 2010, its May 17. You went back or forward."

He left and she didn't even realize.

He couldn't help but laugh, but it was short-lived and he smothered it - and his face - with his hands before it had a chance to turn into anything else. When he pushed his hands down and cleared his face, he was neither laughing nor crying. He was too mixed up for either. "Forward. I left on the 13th. I've been gone seven months." Only with time travel did any of that make sense.

Reese could only imagine how messed up that was.

She wasn't the physical type, hugging wasn't her thing, that was Crews's forte. But she had to do something.

"Do you want anything to eat? Diner might be open now."

He shook his head. "No. Thanks." Pleasantries were important. "Time travel's not easy on the stomach. Anything I eat for a while won't stay down. Anything happen while I was gone?"

Reese got that and nodded. "Not a lot, there was a God Con. About gods."

The concept of gods walking around disturbed her so much she managed to keep herself busy and away from anything to do with the convention.

Kyle watched her for a couple of seconds. "God Con," he repeated. She wasn't joking. "Probably a good thing I missed it."

"Yeah." Fandom had well and truly broken her that she could say something like God Con without thinking the world had gone mad. Mostly.

"Did anyone try to punch a god out for what he did to them?"

"Haven't seen any reports--" translation: avoiding "--but I think there'd was one or more people who had the urge to sock one on the mouth."

She had that feeling on more than one occasion. Reese looked around. "Are you cold?"

He shook his head. He had an over-sized shirt and pants too long for him on, but the feet poking out with no shoes were a giveaway that something was amiss even if the other two garments weren't. "This is warm. It was a cold winter." But with the way he was holding himself, it was understandable that she'd think he was cold. It took him a few moments to notice. "The trip back hurts. It'll pass." He slid his jaw from side to side, trying to loosen it up, feeling like he'd clenched it too tight.

Reese stared at his feet then back to his face. "You'll need to get off the streets soon."

She was trying not to push. She'd been on the other end (though not the same circumstances) and she knew what it was like when you met someone with well meaning intentions after facing all kinds of crap.

Kyle nodded, knowing she was right. "May 17 right?" He didn't wait for an answer. "My bed should still be there."

"Should still be there," Reese agreed. "Go get some rest. Your friends might be worried about you."

After four days? Maybe. Kyle didn't argue though. "Good idea. Thanks for the food offer."

"It's still open by the way. When you've re-adjusted I can take you out again." Reese lifted one shoulder, "Just call."

He gave a nod. "I will." He started to walk towards Apocalypse Ave, thoughts turning to bed and clothes that fit.

Behind Efferton Manor, Then The Streets of Fandom - Early Monday Morning

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