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[PSL] And the Time of Times (for a bunch of people really)
[After going backwards for such a long time Flynn is surprised when the artifact sends him into his own future. And not only that; according to the place it's going to be the future of the Library, too. He sure would love to know why but the Periapt of the Horae doesn't give that kind of explanation. It helps him track Nicole through time and space but it doesn't provide answers; it allows him to make the jumps between the years (or decades, or centuries) but won't let him choose where or when to go next. The artifact gives him one time and place at a time and he has to take it.
He is... 93% sure that once he finds Nicole and the tracking is done, it will allow both of them to jump back to the initial spot where he began his search. Maybe 87% sure. But he'll get to that when the moment arrives.
In the current "now", there's a whooshing sound and then Flynn finds himself in a room that he is, surprisingly enough, completely unfamiliar with. He stumbles through something that looks like a door, but it's connected to a globe and some strange wiring. This isn't the Library, at least not its regular entrance. It looks more like a study, with several desks and stairs leading up to a row of bookshelves.
Walking around he turns in astonished circles. He immediately realizes that he likes it; this is a place he would love to work at and he makes a mental note that once he goes back with Nicole to set up a study like this for himself. Really, that would be so much more convenient than sprawling his notes all over the tables in the main entrance hall and have Charlene berate him over the mess all the time...
There doesn't seem to be anyone here and he explores the room, wondering about the current Librarian. On one desk he spots some books he immediately finds interesting but, curiously enough, there is another table with lots of weird gadgets and experimental setups which makes him think that his successor might be more scientifically inclined than Flynn.
Eventually he moves up the stairs to poke around some more on the balustrade above.]
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I'd place it somewhere on "the one thing I never imagined would happen". Judson is- Well, Judson's moved on.
[ He can't bring himself to say that Judson's dead. The way his mouth tightens as he says those words should clue his past self into the fact that he means something more permanent than just relocating to a new location. Of all people, his past self ought to pick up on the full meaning. ]
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[Even the words feel hollow when he echoes them. The realization comes crashing down shortly after and he freezes. Yes, he understands; it's more than clear from the way his other self is behaving but... that can't be right?]
I don't understand. What... what happened? Were you attacked?
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[ He's a little vague on exactly what Judson did by breaking the connection, but the one thing he's not unclear on is that the Library vanished. ]
But, that's jumping ahead a little. He, uh, he died. [ And there's a stab of emotion he wasn't prepared for.
Talking about this is never easy, for obvious reasons. ]
Oh, he was still around, and he could still appear in mirrors whenever he had something he wanted to say. But then the thing with the Serpent Brotherhood happened, and, well-
[ He just stops there with a shrug. Of course none of this is going to be easy for his younger self to digest. He knows that, and he wishes it were different, that he had a different story to tell, but there's no arguing with the facts. ]
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And there it is. Flynn feels like the ground under his feet crumbles and his throat constricts.]
I'm sorry.
[When he had stumbled into the Annex, one of Flynn's first thought had been with Judson. Seeing him again, trying to explain why he took the Periapt and hoping that he wouldn't bee too angry with him. But even if he were, after his long, long search Flynn had been exhilarated by the thought of just seeing him again, maybe seeking out his counsel.
And now that wouldn't happen.
At that, he feels a sudden desolate homesickness. Suddenly he just wants to go home, with Nicole, and order take-out for all of them. Wants to not be here, wants to not be jumping around in time, wants this to just be fixed and sit with her and Judson and Charlene, who will complain about delivery to the Library.
He turns away for a moment because he doesn't want to be read on this, doesn't want to cry in front of the other but keeping his emotions in check has never been a strong suit; about a thing like this it's pretty much impossible.]
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[ He knows how he must be feeling, because he's feeling much of the same thing right now, as if losing Judson just happened yesterday. And he can't even begin to get into talking about Charlene or- Or something much worse and much more personal than either of those two losses. ]
You know, it's going to sound absolutely insane, but maybe it won't happen to you the same way it did to me. Timelines can be changed, can't they? [ Not exactly, and not in all circumstances, but- part of him wants his younger, past self to have a happier timeline than the one that he's a part of. ]
Maybe the Serpent Brotherhood can be stopped. Maybe- [ Old age can't be stopped. But he thought Judson would be around for a long time to come. His breath hitches and he turns his head away just slightly, just for a second. He's supposed to be the strong one, and the last person who needs to see him lose control, however briefly, is his past, impressionable self. ]
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But the words stick with him and break through the fog of loss and loneliness. Timelines can be changed. He's right. That's why he is here, to find Nicole and undo that horrible mistake he made. What his older self tells him doesn't sound all that crazy to Flynn, after all, he has broken rules and safety precautions and he's standing here right now, hearing about his own future. There's a good chance he already did change the timeline.]
Right.
[Yes, he needs to fix this. Taking a deep breath he quickly rubs his face with his sleeve.]
I'll do that. I'll stop them, I'll make this right.
[It's not entirely clear if he's making that promise to his counterpart or himself. It's simple, naive and innocent, but also stubborn, almost matter-of-fact. Kind of like stealing an artifact and jumping through time, he doesn't question it. It's something he needs to do now.]
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So, while it might be the world's biggest long shot, if his past self can somehow change the timeline, change what is his reality, then maybe his personal list of regrets will be just that much shorter. ]
Good luck. If anyone has a chance of doing it, it's you.
[ Or us, he almost adds, except for the fact that he did a really great job with his timeline the first time around. ]
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[On some level, Flynn can read that one particular loss off him but his subconsciousness clamps shut at the mere possibility, repressing even the idea of asking about that. It's just too much.]
So what now?
[During the sudden pause Flynn realizes that they have kind of veered off-topic here and for a moment he gets lost in his head, all the swirling bits and pieces of information presented to him just now making him dizzy.]
... Are you gonna help me find her?
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I don't know.
[ He stares at his past self for a few seconds, as if that brief period of time will help him come to a conclusion about what he should do. Nicole doesn't want to be found, at least not by him, but what about the past him? Would helping him find her be breaking some kind of unspoken promise to Nicole? ]
You do know she won't be easily found, right? She doesn't want to be found by anyone attached to the Library.
[ Just so he knows it won't be as simple as looking up an address and knocking on her door. ]
... But I guess that I can help you look.
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Well, that's a risk I'm willing to take.
[If she tells him to go to hell, then... well, no, if she tells him that his heart would probably shatter into a million pieces like nothing else could ever make it break but that possibility won't stop him from trying. Not after all this time.
Maybe when they go back they can make it right. All the ways in which the Library and people affiliated with it seem to have screwed up. Flynn at least is determined to see to that.]
Thank you. ... Where do we start?
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[ Because in the time he's been talking to his younger self, he came to a conclusion. Nicole might be ready to say goodbye to him, but he's not ready to do the same to her. For him, it feels like he hasn't yet gotten closure, and maybe by doing this, he'll get there. ]
The thing is, I don't know where she went. Like I said, she doesn't want to be found. So it won't be easy, but there must be a record of her somewhere. She- Well, she's lived a long time, so she must have left some kind of mark somewhere in the pages of history.
[ And as if reading his mind, the clippings book's pages start to flip, and the sound of it catches Flynn's attention. ]
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[Flynn leans over the balustrade, glancing down.]
There's a book down there doing magic.
[Which, granted, isn't that strange considering they're in the Library, but...]
Is it supposed to do that?
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[ He heads right for the book, pausing for just a second to give Flynn time to catch up, since dashing for the book without a look back seems- well, rude. Sometimes the rudeness just happens, but it's never intentional, except when it is. Right now isn't one of those times, although if the book is trying to tell him something about Nicole, it's taking a lot of willpower to not leave his past self in the dust. ]
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[That's enough to get him moving and he hurries along excitedly and down the stairs where both of them learn that it's very difficult to dash down a staircase simultaneously. Somehow they manage not to break their necks in the process and then there they are, hunched over the glowing book.]
This is weird. It's like an 8-ball but for Library cases. Can you ask it questions? [He leans down towards the book.] Hello?
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[ Once they're safely in front of the book, he peers closely at its pages. ]
It's better than an 8-ball, but unfortunately, it doesn't talk back. [ He smiles at his younger self's attempt to do just that, though. ]
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[He watches, curiously and fascinated when the newspaper clippings appear, scouring the articles for information.]
So all your missions begin with a riddle?
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[ He was perusing the clippings, but he pauses on one in particular. ]
Strange occurrences like this one: Tomb Believed to be 500 Years Old Appears Overnight.
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[That number is enough to make him almost lie on top of the desk in order to get a closer look at the clipping.]
That's what you just told me, about Nicole! That's the amount of years the time machine sent her back!
[There's no way he's staying calm here. He hastily goes through his pockets, digging out his glasses and pressing them on his nose.] Where is this grave?
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Why would this show up now? [ He turns and startles just slightly when he sees those glasses. ] Hey! I forgot that I used to wear those. I mean, right, the location of this grave.
It's in- No, that can't be right.
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[But his attention is immediately diverted and returned to books.]
What? What's the matter?
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It says the grave is located here, in this city. Why would one of her graves be here?
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It's here? That's great, we can go there right now! That must be why the Periapt let me come here and-- Wait, what do you mean "one" of her graves? How many does she have?
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[ He has the whole business of being the Librarian to deal with. ]
I don't know the exact number, but let's just say it's more than five.
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That's not very exact.
[His gaze is drawn back to the news clippings and he looks troubled.] What does that mean, did she fake her death? ... Her deaths?
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Basically. Every so many years, she created a grave for herself and moved to a different country, so people wouldn't get suspicious.
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