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| Dr. Matthew Sebastian - Scientist: Quantum Physics |
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| Martina Sebastian - Ambition: Rock Star |
Prologue
Both extremely busy. Can the Sebastians integrate their fledgling marriage, with the clashing ambitions of two very demanding careers?
"Teeny! Teeny! Where are you honey? I've done it!"
Martina Sebastian looked up from the logic theory manual she was making notes in.
Her usually calm husband had abandoned his usual deportment.
As he raced toward her his starched white lab coat billowed around him
and he waved his hands back and forth over his head.
Finally he screeched to a stop in front of her; panting to catch his breath. "Did you miss me?
I've been gone for ages and ages. Ages! I've done it Tina! Solved it! I finally figured it out!"
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| "My theory! Solved the problem. My equation...it works! Simnation, it works honey! It works! It works!" |
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"Works? What? Time travel? TIME TRAVEL !!!" Martina Sebastian screeched. |
| "Yes! Time travel! I've done it Sweetie! I've done it!" Dr. Matt Sebastian nodded repeatedly as he grabbed his startled wife. |
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"C'mere hubby o' mine; let me really congratulate you!"
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"Oh...My...Goodness! Matthew!
"Honestly?
T-t-time t-t-travel?" Martina stammered when their kiss finally ended.
"T---t---time travel, actual, for real, now you see me, now you don't time travel?!"
"Cute, Matt laughed; reveling in his wife's wide-eyed astonishment.
"An Acronym perhaps: NYSMANYD?" "Still a bit of a tongue twister, but a bit better than calling it, he stopped to make quotation marks in the air, 'the project'.
It'll be the devil to pronounce though. Gives me a lisp," he teased.
At least it has somewhat of an official title; thanks to you." He quickly kissed her again.
"I know it probably sounds a bit trite, but truly from the heart, t-t-hanks Baby."
Marti smiled. Matt always stammered when he pushed aside the all-knowing scientist's veneer in exchange for becoming the vulnerable husband.
"Thanks?" Martina puzzled aloud.
"W-w-well, if you want me to get mushy, I can." Matt promised. Clearing his throat and straightening his spine, he used his beautiful hands to begin ticking off reference points.
To help pay her third of the hovel she shared while studying at the music conservatory, she waitressed several nights a week. One time as she served Matt his dinner, the tray became unbalanced and he had reflexively reached up to steady it.
Because of her passion for music, one of the first things Martina remembered really noticing about Matt, (other than his shyness and the unrelieved clinical whiteness of his lab coat) was how elegant his hands were. She'd immediately thought to herself, surely this man must be a surgeon. They were somewhat angular,not overly large, but in perfect symmetry with long supple fingers. To this day she'd never known his hands to not be clean, nails snag free, and cuticles smooth.
Matt had once confessed to her that since breaking his wrist in childhood, it became a habit to carry a small exercise ball in his pocket. As a result not only was he ambidextrous, but his tensile strength was incredible. He was a man of science, but had he been born with a poet's soul, Matt's hands properly trained at violin or piano would have had the power to melt, break, and then mend hearts by their playing.
Then, as now, just the thought of his firm sure touch against her flesh made her shiver. His hands had enraptured her long before she sat across from him and looked into his caramel brown eyes.
Unmindful of the detour Martina's thoughts had taken, Matt continued his litany.
"For starters, well one point is: first, thanks for m-m-marrying me."
"I didn't just marry you Matt, I proposed; remember?" Martina leered at him, "Couldn't help myself."
Although he blushed furiously,he continued. "T-t-thanks for putting up with my family, my late nights at the lab, broken dates, forgotten promises, my habit of zoning out by t-t-tweaking math formulas on dinner napkins instead
of just sitting and enjoying you,or the company of your irritatingly Boho friends."
Martina smiled at all the dinners that would have fizzled had Matt been depended on for scintillating conversation. "Your welcome," she replied. "And by the way, I love you too."
" Y-y-you know what else?" he told her. I rushed home to tell you first; to share my success with you first before anyone. Someone is always working on something at the labs, and even the director was still in his office when I get back from my journey. But it was you I couldn't wait to tell. Martina, your opinions mean, well h-h-honestly, your opinions mean more to me than anyone elses. Anyone's." Matt emphasized.
Martina's cheeks reddened. She was so glad that she hadn't listened to his parents or her friends who'd stated that there was no way a marriage between them would last.
"Now, I want to show you just what's kept me at my lab so many, many nights. I know you've been alone a lot, and lonely too, although I was afraid to ask.
"You've been more patient with me than I probably deserve, so let me share this discovery, my discovery, with you Marti.
"Let me show you the future. Come with me?"
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| "Uh can't?
Wait Marti, I'm trying, really, but I don't understand can't." Marty said, unable to totally conceal the exasperation he felt.
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"You have to Baby. You simply must. You have to come with me! Come with me now! Tonight!
"By this time tomorrow my bosses will have the global scientific community involved. The military will definitely invite themselves.
This tech, my dream, by tomorrow, will have to be surrendered. Soon it will belong to the world. "But tonight, tonight it's still mine; so that means that tonight it is still ours!
Tonight, the future, as no one has ever seen it before, can just belong to us. We'll never have another chance Marti; never. Not like this." Matt determinedly insisted.
Self-consciously he'd tried to temper any pleading tones when he'd heard them rising in his voice. This was important to him, but real men don't whine; at least real scientists don't.
"What you say you've just accomplished is phenomenal! Phenomenal! But to me, it's also kinda scary Matt. I'm know that I'm not you, not a scientist, but I can think of a slew, at least a million reasons against a gazillion reasons for knowing what's beyond today; beyond 1985.
I love you Matt; there's no one I'd rather glimpse the future with, and live my the future with; but I just can't . . . go with you tonight. I can't."
"Again with the can't! I don't get it Marti, why . . . what's the problem?" Matt questioned.
"Well, to be honest . . . Marti stalled, looking down at the floor to avoid seeing the frown lines that she knew were etching themselves on his forehead. "I know I'm not a scientist, and the stuff you do, can't compare with the music I create and discover," Marti continued slowly. "But I have top echelon talent scout and an agent coming to audition me. You may have forgotten, but I told you all about it; it's been set up for weeks. Early tomorrow morning, a couple of industry icons are rerouting here for a layover. Someone important in the music industry is actually detouring and stopping in Sunset Valley just to hear me play Matt! I can't even describe what that means in terms of my career.
My audition, this special audition, is . . . . is tomorrow morning honey. The same tomorrow you will wake up on and become known around the world, I just want to become known in one small part of it. I have to be there. I can't not be there!
Baby, as happy as I am for you, as proud as I am of you; but please Matt, tell me that you hear me, tell me that you understand."
"I can't miss this opportunity," Marti continued. "It's important to me. It's not quantum physics stuff, but it's important to me Matthew. This could even be the jump-start I need, the final step to what I've been working so hard for."
"Please Matt. Tell me you understand.
You do don't you? Huh, don't You?" Marti desperately pleaded, wondering if the time had come. The time she'd dreaded. Had her friends, his family, been right after all? Had the time come that forced a choice between career and marriage; had it finally arrived?
"Hmm? Understand? Well, of course Marti. I understand. You're a phenomenal musician," he reassured her.
"Your talent is amazing; you, my love, are amazing. So, yes. Yes, I do believe I understand. I understand; but, a moment, let me think . . . how best to explain." Matt urged as one well manicured fingernail tapped against his left temple
"I'm thinking . . ."
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"Got it! In theory that is.
In theory once we are actually in an alternate
dimension of time; call it a time stream 'kay? Well, in that stream, a day there could barely equal a minute here, and weeks there? Back here, it would be minimally a day.
A simplified estimate to be sure, there are many calculations that can be done to make my computations more precise. In fact, in fact, such refinement will be done; logically, yes, must be done.
However, even with only the data I've accumulated so far, it is not inconceivable
that a year of alternate time in a given location might even equal as little a regular month here on this earth. Think what this will mean for space exploration! For medical advancements!
You see? No? Marti, I'm saying that time here . . . regular time, our own time
that is . . . should barely move forward at all! Please, come with me. Tomorrow will not pass us by. I promise. Your chance will not pass us by.
Time streams do not merge; it's . . . it's just not possible. Each is separate unto itself and each stays that way. Aside from fears Marti, in theory, there's really nothing to lose."
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"Matt you're my husband and I love you; and I know you're a genius,
but I can't just fly away with you on theory!"
but I can't just fly away with you on theory!"
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| "Well . . . uh, actually Marti, yes you can. By tomorrow, my theories will basically become facts that will change the world as we know it. Just trust me; trust me Marti." |
You're the doctor. Uh, what do I need to pack?"
Matt laughed softly, "Woman you're already carrying my heart, what else do you need?"
From The Movie: BACK TO THE FUTURE.
Song Lyrics: Back In Time"
Song Lyrics: Back In Time"
Tell me doctor, where are we going this time
Is this the 50's or 1999
All I wanted to do - was play my guitar and sing
So take me away, I don 't mind
But you better promise me, I'll be back in time
Gotta get back in time
Don't bet your future, on one roll of the dice
Better remember, lightning never strikes twice
Please don't drive eighty eight, don't wanna be late again
So take me away, I don't mind
But you better promise me, I'll be back in time
Gotta get back in time
Gotta get back in time
Get me back in time
Gotta get back in time
Gotta get back in time
Get back, get back
Get back Marty
Gotta get back in time
Gotta get back in time
Note: Song lyrics in black, BOLD type.
Any Character's thoughts will be in gold, Italic type
Uh Matt? Matt? You sure about this? I'm uh scared; kinda."
Don't be Marti. Ready? Like this. Follow me . . .NOW Baby!"
Tell me, doctor, where are we
going this time?
going this time?
"Matt, is this real? Whose stuff is this?
The clothes, the condo?"
"Oh my . . . the view!" Marti whispered.
"Well, uh . . . actually all this is ours Marti," Matt stumblingly tried to explain. "I combed court records and town archives during some of my initial test trips here. It seems to be a stable locus.
So, the answer is this will be; uh can be, possibly might be ours; one day. In this reality at least."
So, the answer is this will be; uh can be, possibly might be ours; one day. In this reality at least."
"Do we ever . . . did we ever have children? Did I make it?
Did you revolutionize the world?" Marti softly asked.
However, before Matt could answer she stopped him. "No, don't tell me; the future will take care of itself. But uh . . .when are we?"
Did you revolutionize the world?" Marti softly asked.
However, before Matt could answer she stopped him. "No, don't tell me; the future will take care of itself. But uh . . .when are we?"
Is this the 50's, or 1999?
"It seems so long ago; but this morning as I was playing for tips. . ."
". . . and the music started to well upwards. I felt it begin to really flow from somewhere deep inside me. And . . ."
"And now?" Matt asked, luxuriating in the intimacy they'd just shared, and the feeling of millions of bubbles frothing against his bare skin.
". . . And now,"Marti continued. "Now, all I want is you."
So take me away, I don't mind
"You told me not worry, but Matt, and I'm trying not to;
but honey, we've already been here for days."
but honey, we've already been here for days."
"Not that I don't believe you Dearest, I do. I believe you. Believe in you. I don't understand any of it, but I really do. . .well mostly."
"7? 10? 3? Lucky 3? Matt, can we afford this?"
Looking at her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes he smiled reassuringly, "Baby, we can afford anything your heart desires," Anything. It's all being charged to the Condo."
Don't bet your future, on one roll of the dice
Better remember, lightning never strikes twice
"Jim Sim reporting the eagle eye view from the Eye on The Sky helicopter. Doesn't look good tonight folks; not good at all."
"We've got yet another bottleneck on old Curvy. Avoid the interstate at all costs; that is if you want to get home in time for dinner this century."
Please don't drive eighty eight, don't want to be late again
"Hey Marti, picnic? Peaches or nectarines?"
"Nectarines. Matt, this market is unbelievable; look at the size of these grapes! Why there must be six or eight varieties here. Is there a Nectary nearby? Let's take a tour if there's time okay?"
"Nectarines. Matt, this market is unbelievable; look at the size of these grapes! Why there must be six or eight varieties here. Is there a Nectary nearby? Let's take a tour if there's time okay?"
"Time? Marti, right now we're the only ones alive that have just about all the time in the world."
So take me away, I don't mind
"This has been truly incredible darling. You're incredible and I love you, but I . . . I want to . . . I need to go home Matt. Can we go home?"
"Nothing will ever mean as much to me, or be as incredible as you are Marti. Thank you for believing in me. I'll treasure this memory forever."
"Oh Matt," Marti sighed losing herself in her husbands sultry brown eyes. " I uh, well; I guess another couple of hours won't matter all that much will it?"
But you better promise me, I'll be back in time
Matt thoroughly kissed her. "Ours is the first tandem jump ever attempted, but according to my calculations; a few hours more here won't matter, not much at all."
"Nothing will ever mean as much to me, or be as incredible as you are Marti. Thank you for believing in me. I'll treasure this memory forever."
"Oh Matt," Marti sighed losing herself in her husbands sultry brown eyes. " I uh, well; I guess another couple of hours won't matter all that much will it?"
But you better promise me, I'll be back in time
Matt thoroughly kissed her. "Ours is the first tandem jump ever attempted, but according to my calculations; a few hours more here won't matter, not much at all."
"Okay then, another night," Marti giggled, eyeing the silk draped canopy bed behind them. "Maybe two,"
"Yeah," Matt willingly conceded. "Maybe two."
"Ooooh! Ooooh! I so don't like this part!" Marty exclaimed.
"Matt? Where? Where are you? I can't see you? You okay?"
"Matt, I think we're back. I think I see the loading dock,
the one directly behind the research center."
Gotta get back in time
the one directly behind the research center."
Gotta get back in time
"I think we made it Matt. I think we're home."
"Stupid Machine! Don't you close! My husband! What did you do with my husband? Wait! No! Stop! Matt? Matt? Ow!"
"Give him back! Give me back my husband!
I've already shared him enough with you!
Give. Him. Back. To. Me!"
Gotta get back in time
"Matt, baby; please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay."
"Oh!" Marti exclaimed. "Matt! Thank the Watcher!"
Get me back in time
"Unnnh!" Matt simultaneously grunted, landing hard on the
rough gray pavement. "Whew! Gotta do something about
that turbulence. What a ride!"Get me back in time
"Matthew Robert Sebastian! I could kill you; absolutely kill you! I was so worried! I turned around and you weren't there, Marti sniffled. "You . . . weren't . . . anywhere!" her voice hitched between those last words.
"Then the stupid door started to close, and you still weren't there . . . and thing started shimmering, and shaking, and . . .and . . .!"
"And?" Matt prompted with a bemused half smile
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"Ohhhh Matt!" Marty exclaimed as she happily leapt into his arms.
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"Ohhhh Matt!" Marty exclaimed as she happily leapt into his arms.
Gotta get back in time
" I was so . . . sooo scared; so scared." Marti sniffed back tears.
"Still don't trust me huh?" Matt asked.
"Oh, I trust you Matt; I trust you. It's your blasted machine
that I don't trust."
Matt chuckled. "Well to some extent I guess you're right Marti; this is the prototype.' But we're back baby. Same night; not quite dawn. Uh. . .not that it doesn't feel good holding you like this, but don't you have somewhere to be soon?" he prompted.
"Dawn," Marti mumbled in agreement as she pulled him into a tighter embrace for another long sweet kiss.
Gotta get back in time
"You look fabulous! Now go! Go!"
Get back, get back
Get back Marty
"Love you Marti! Slay 'em! baby!"
Marti hit the bike's horn twice. "You too Babe! Slay 'em!" she shouted, smiling fiercely to herself as his laughter buoyed her, the sound of it briefly following her on the wind.
Gotta get back in time
Gotta get back in time
Gotta get back in time
Get back, get back
THE END?
