fandomhigh | BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

So everyone else had, like, dramatic backstories and reasons to show up here and stuff. Which was fine, you know, if you were emotionally in the zone enough to go to those kinda lengths. Denise had just been, you know, chilling with her dad last night watching some hockey guys really pound in on each other - no, seriously, really get into it. One of them broke a rib or something, which was kinda cool.

Then she'd been dropped off at the airport, gotten a ticket stuffed into her hands, and that was that. No reason to get all dramatic and touchy-feely about it.

And now it was Saturday morning and she was on the airport. Sitting around. Chugging water and listening to her discman while watching the kids down the hall, trying to figure out how they were gonna croak. Sure, there was some kind of shuttle supposed to show up, but it wasn't there yet. A girl had to keep herself busy.

She figured the dweebs starting to mill around the terminal were probably classmates or something. Lame.

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Hmm. How to handle this. "Well, they're known and everything, but they're kind of like, new. At being out there and known and stuff."

Like really really new.

And that's when it dawned on Vance, who had a rather complicated origin. "... Oh! This has to be an alternate universe thing. Maybe time travel."

"You think we time traveled?" she said, eyebrows raised. "I'm pretty sure I would have noticed that."

"For all I know, it might have been me. Sometimes strange things happen, trust me," Vance said.

"You are way too casual about that, you know that?" she asked.

"What can I say? Science can be nuts," Vance stated very matter-of-factly.

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