Thursday Taster 116: Parallel Slip

 

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We start right where we left off last week.

 

I kept the door open for Tamara as Amy walked out. I wasn't letting her in my room. Not that I had anything to steal or hide but I just didn't feel comfortable with her. She walked out and I followed with my bag on my shoulder. She was much taller than me and I couldn't stop looking at her heels as she walked to the middle of Amy's room, expecting her to fall any second, which didn't happen.

Amy had more shoes than my mother. The thing is. I had been forbidden to ever walk on heels, black out forbid but my mother had her way on them and she would buy shoes all the time. We couldn't really get out of the house without shopping for shoes, unless we were going to the hospital. She had a closet full of them and Amy had a closet and extras hidden in the drawers under her bed. She had even unpacked them while her clothes were still in boxes. That was nuts.

"These would be perfect," she said standing up with a pair of red shoes decorated with black bows on the side. "And I have even a skirt to go with."

Tamara chuckled.

"I think I'll pass," I said.

They were looking a bit ridiculous. To which my mother would have said that they were absolutely gorgeous and would have had me try them on and then sighed deeply and added, "once you figure out how to stop your black out, I promise you we'll get you a decent pair of shoes." Then she would try four or five for herself and I would be dragged around.

I grabbed Amy's sneakers.

"Let me bring those, you'll thank me on the way back," I said.

"Tss, tss," Amy said taking them away and putting them back carefully between a pair of brown shoes and some flickers. "Don't you know that the best thing about getting back after a party is to have your painful feet helping you remember how much fun it was?"

"This girl is hopeless," Tamara added taking Amy's arm and I wondered if she talked to me about Amy or to Amy about me. Though I was sure there were no sneakers in her own bag.

I smiled at her without answering trying not to roll my eyes. All in all, the three of us barely knew each other and they were acting like we were all best friends, especially the two of them and I was watching feeling a bit lost. I didn't have much experience about friends but I was almost certain that this wan't really the way it should be.

I sat on Amy's bed as she kept looking for shoes that I declined to wear. There as no way to get me out of my shoes, they were supposed to save me, I was counting on them. That's when it stroke again. I felt the wall hit the back of my head as I fell backward on the bed. Nothing really painful, just the little of a knock.

 

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Thursday Taster 115: Parallel Slip

 

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 We start right where we left off last week.

I looked around for a weapon. I didn't even have a pepper spray. I totally should have got one. I took a deep breath and look in the mirror again. I looked like my mother. Not that it was a bad thing but somehow it unnerved me a bit because right this moment I was as worried for Amy and I than she probably was every time I fainted no matter what her reasons were.

"Wicked," I said out loud.

"I'll agree with that," Amy said her head passing through the door, "It's like you are a different person or something. Not that it's bad, I just didn't know what you were used to wear make up."

"I'm not really used to it, it's part of another life I supposed," I said.

"Oh, crazy high school party girl that you are trying to forget," Tamara said entering my room too.

"Something like that."

If only she knew. She was wearing a skirt even shorter than Amy's and heel's even higher and I thought that wouldn't even be possible. And she had a black tank top that barely hide her belly button.

"What could you have possibly been doing? Studying to death with a guy maybe..." she asked.

I didn't like her, there was something weird going on.

"I'm not sure this is a good idea..."

"You need new shoes," Amy said looking at my feet.

That for sure was what I had been wearing rescuing her, and no way I was getting out of those.

"Sorry I got nothing else," I said.

"Let's see if we can find you something," Amy was beaming with happiness.

First party as a student, I didn't get why that was so great. I sure knew the consequences, I could read them all over Alex's face.

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Thursday Taster 114: Parallel Slip

 

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 We start right where we left off last week.

"It felt safer to have a guy with us but he refused anyway," I said.

The other girl giggled.

"This is Tamara," Amy said, "from my class, she has a flat in the city center but that was a bother to go there and come back here to pick me up before going to the party so she'll change in my room, she knows where the party is at."

"Hi," I said.

I had checked the buses but I still wasn't sure about our exit. I was starting to be more and more nervous. It was one thing to face danger in my other selves body but in mine, I wasn't sure how much I would panic because technically if there was a possibility that I was changing universe because they were panicking. So it was good to have someone to get us there.

"We are meeting my friends at the club, it's more a bar than a club actually," Tamara said.

"That's great," I said.

"They are all second years student," Amy added as if it was the coolest thing on the planet and it might have been except that they were possibly all doing biology so there was no way for me to really get into any conversation with them.

"So what will you be wearing tonight?" Tamara asked and that took all of Amy attention and I was grateful for it. 

Not that I didn't like new people but I preferred to take them one at a time and I was curious why Tamara had so many second year friends. Amy seemed to have a talent to make friends, it was a lot easier for her than for me. I let them go to change and I tried to put on some make up and passed on a red shirt and a pair of jeans. I didn't remember how I was dressed on the day when I had to rescue Amy the first time so I was a little bit worried. You know if I could change the close and wear something different than the outcome might also be different. Who was I kidding? Something was about to happen and I couldn't tell anyone that I knew about it because well they would have some questions. That, I didn't want to answer and if I wasn't answering them they would think me paranoid and if I was answering them they would think me crazy. And maybe I was. I could have just pretended to be sick or something I could have let Amy go alone. Just I couldn't live with that. I mean I already saved her other self but that didn't mean that I didn't have to save her again. Would the red shirt do? I looked at myself in the mirror and jumped to see it it fit with my jeans. There was no full size mirror and I was not used to having just a small glance at myself. Maybe I should cut my hair. I wonder if that was the reason Michelle was a version of me with short hair. Military training sorta to be the captain of the ship, that might involve battles and danger and combat fighting which I obviously didn't have. Long hair could be grabbed and that was dangerous so pony tail or something less fluffy like, should I attached the hair in a bun? If I made it complicated enough, maybe Amy wouldn't kill be for it before we could even reached the party. 

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Thursday Taster 113: Parallel Slip

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We start right where we left off last week.

It was already Thursday and there was no way to make Alex change his mind about coming with us to Amy's Salsa party.

"All right then at least give me your number so that if we get in trouble I'll call you," I said.

"So that's what this conversation was all about," Alex said finally smiling, "If you wanted my number, you should have said so directly."

I rolled my eyes and prepared my phone to type his number in.

"Why are you even going there?" He asked.

"Because I know for certain, like 99% chances that Amy is going to be in big trouble and that the only one who can take her out of it is me as you are staying here."

"Really?" Alex said. It was his turn to roll his eyes and I couldn't blame him. I mean I knew his sister was going to get in trouble from a deja-vu from another universe that I had seen in my head while everyone thought I blacked out so yeah, that was crazy even without the details.

"Really," I said. "And you can't convince me otherwise."

Alex took my phone and typed his number in, he added a heart after his name.

"It's better not to let Amy see that," he said.

"Then why did you add it," I answered.

"That's for your personal use only."

That would have been funny if he wasn't given me his number for a case of emergency that might arise just because he wasn't coming with us.

There was a knock at the door and Amy and another girl appeared when Alex opened it.

"Are you guys still studying?" She asked.

There were so many books opened and paper spread on Alex desk and bed that we sure couldn't have been doing anything else.

"We have a class tomorrow morning and so do you," Alex said.

I stood up in a rush, I didn't really want Amy to know that I had tried to convinced her brother the party crusher to her first student party.

"I'll see you tomorrow Alex," I said packing my stuff. Most of everything was his.

"Yeah, let's try that," he said, "I can't wait to see your panda eyes."

I didn't get black eyes for not sleeping but I wasn't about to brag about it just yet, I preferred to wait until tomorrow morning for that just in case. 

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Thursday Taster 112: Parallel Slip

 

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We start right where we left off last week.

"You have no choice in the matter," she said. "But you need to trust that my essence remain, it will go to a new place where my alpha was born." "What is..."
There were noises on the other side. I pulled her down, she seemed to be awakening from a dream but she was sure conscious all the way through her show.
"Frederique, this place is not safe for you now, they will be coming soon but before you go, the Pithy I was has one last thing to teach you. No matter in which universe you are, no matter where, never let anyone chose for you, never let anyone decide what is the right think to do, you are the one, don't let your sympathy for your other selves dictate your judgement for right and wrong and your choices. It all depends on you," she said.
It was a twelve year old lecturing my about my choices and somehow it felt right.
"Promise me," she said.
I promised. There was nothing else I could do, she wouldn't let me try to escape even if that was going against her own teaching so I promised her to always make my own choices. After what happened with my mother I didn't see what could go against it.
"They are coming," she said, "you need to get out of here."
"I can't, I don't know how to travel on purpose," I said.
"I know," she answered opening a little sachel on her side.
She took a handful of a power that looked like white sand and she blew it at me.
"Wait what is..." 

The world was a mixture of stars and I heard the gunshots. When I opened my eyes, I was lying on Amy's bed.
"an alpha?" I said.
"What?" Amy turned around from her desk.
I wiped my tears. They were dead, the Pithy of Delphi and my other self, they were dead and their essence was lingering in the dusty sandy air of a desert across the sea from their own land and the tears had rolled down my check.
"Nothing," I answered Amy.
An alpha, the Pithy had said that her essence would go back to her Alpha and I still didn't know what an alpha was.
"I wanted to call the hospital. You've passed out of more than an hour, Alex carried you back from your class," Amy said, "we didn't know where you left your keys so I kept you here."
"I'm sorry," I said siting up.
I was feeling dizzy. It was a first but it was also the first time I had died in my other self's body.
"Are you alright?" Amy asked.
"I died," I said.
She looked at me as if I was delirious and I probably was. I felt as if I had the blood of the twelve year old Pithy on my hands and I could still smell the camels.
"I think you should eat something," Amy said. "What about we cook?"
I wasn't really hungry but I didn't know what else to do.
"Alex said you fainted a lot today," she said.
"Five time," I answered. "It's not always like that, it's a pretty bad day."
"Any tricker," she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean is there a reason why you are fainting more than usual?"
I couldn't see anything but come to think of it.
"Maybe because I know I won't have to wake up at the hospital every single time," I said.
Amy laughed.
"Right, but if you faint for too long, it's down right scary," she said.
"I know, I lived with my mother," I said.
Amy was a great cook, not like me and my three dishes. She said she could teach me and I said I could do the dishes after dinner.

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Thursday Taster 111: Parallel Slip

 

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 We start right where we left off last week.

"Let me see that."

"It's not necessary," she said but I was already tearing a little piece of my blue dress with the piece of glass I had used to free myself.

I tight it around her arm to stop the bleeding.

"I knew you were the last one whose questions I would answer but I didn't know I would find you here again," she said, "I mean this version of you."

It was as if she could see the real me in my other self's body.

"You'll have a lot more questions to answer," I said, "we've got to get out of here first."

"I can't answer questions anymore," she said looking at the ground, "I'm not... what I used to be."

I realised that the blood on her dress didn't come only from her arm.

"Still we need to get out of here can you walk?" I asked.

I didn't want to brusque her but it was our life on the line.

"We can't escape, we are at war, they took us from Delphi and we crossed the sea already," she said.

"How can that be possible? Last time I came here," I said.

She pulled on my arm to make me sit down. I looked around trying to find a weapon or something to help on the way out.

"The time in my world and in your world are very different, we are at war so this universe will seize to exist," she said.

"No that's impossible, there was a lot of wars in my universe and it's still there," I said.

"It's still there, but not the same. When people die, the universes the closest collapse, that's the only way to keep the balance, when there are wars a lot of universe collapse. We will die soon," she said.

"Not on my watch, I'm taking you out of here," I said.

"You can't, listen to me, it's important. There is a lot of things I need to tell you about the universe," she said.

"It can wait until we reach a safe place," I said.

"Frederique," she said.

"No, I..."

She rose in front of me, she was literally levitating above the ground and that was a very good way to get my attention because I couldn't take my eyes of her. But that also meant that whatever they had done to her she was still qualified as a Pithy.

"This universe will soon be gone and you need to leave. The essence of all the me will be returned to my alpha and so will the essence of all the you. The collapse of the universe is not the end, it is a new beginning," she said.

"I won't let you die," I said.

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Thursday Taster 110: Parallel Slip

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"It's not that bad, I washed my hand three times but I think the smell is in my clothes and I better get used to it, I have experiment three times a week," Amy answered. She didn't seem bothered at all, she took the rest of the rice and two fish fingers and went to sit on my bed, there was only two chairs in my room. I hoped the smell wouldn't stick on my blanket.

We had more classes in this afternoon. It was never ending, it was worse than in high-school time wise but it felt a lot different. I was happy to go to class with Alex. I was happy to take notes on mainly subject I liked and I was happy not to look like a weirdo if I was trying to discuss the class with him or someone else.

There were nice people in our group and when I fainted in from of them, Alex made sure they didn't make a big deal out of it. We decided to take the extra tutorials during lunch breaks on Wednesday and Thursday. It wasn't anything required but it was given by fourth year students and I wanted to see how many things they knew to see how many things I would know in four years. I blacked out twice before going back to the dorm and never did I go back to the spaceship. I was happy about it. I didn't want that universe to interfere in the way I was behaving near Alex. I dreaded going back there and see Fin again. I wondered why I had to go there so often and even if I liked it in the beginning because if felt a lot easier than to visit a different universe every time, I felt like I was getting too involved with it. It was taking so much brain space. It was on my mind constantly.

I don't remember the last thing I saw, I didn't have time to blink either, I felt the rope around my wrist finally break and someone was thrown on the floor beside me. "You!" I said.

The Pithy of Delphi, in her white dress covered with blood was lying on the floor.

"Of course," she said smiling and that reassuring smile had nothing to do on the face of a twelve year old girl who happened to be prisoner in a tent smelling like camel. 

"But why?" I said.

"Because we are at war of course," she said sitting up.

Her arm was bleeding, she had a bad cut along it. I took the rope away from my feet.

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Thursday Taster 109: Parallel Slip

 

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 We start right where we left off last week.

He almost giggled. Alex was cute, somehow, cuter than lieutenant Fin. And he didn't ask me about the black out, as if it was just something normal, as if people would do that and I wasn't a weirdo. Everybody always asked me if I was ok after fainting but he didn't and I appreciated that. I let him read about the black hole wondering why I went to the desert. What kind of question was that answering? Did I need to learn something about escaping or being trapped? And it hadn't been four hours between this black out and the previous one, barely one hour and a half. Everything was messed up. I thought that no matter what my dad would say, no matter what the Pithy of Delphi had said. These trips were random. My other self was probably panicked and she needed me to get her out of there. Once I had showed her how to do it, she was on her way and didn't need me anymore so she could just continue everything by herself. That made a lot more sense than me needing to be prisoner in a tent to answer a question about myself. I didn't feel like a prisoner in this class, just totally bored out of my mind.

The choco-croissant was so good and still warm and the tea was bitter enough to keep me awake all the way until lunch. We were supposed to meet Amy and to cook something in the B building's kitchen. She wasn't there. I and Alex prepared ourselves some rice and panned fishes. Amy never showed up.

"Shouldn't you call her or something?" I asked Alex for the third time.

I think it was something about my education. If I was to be missing for 5 minutes after the school bell rang, my mother would be totally freaked out.

"You better get use to it starting now," Alex said. "My sister is highly unreliable."

"Still, what if something happened to her?" I asked.

"That's what parents want you to believe, that anything wrong can happen to you, that you can be kidnapped, hit by a car or whatever when you are out but seriously, what is the probability that anything would happen to you? Let me tell you," Alex said, "pretty low."

"Still," I started as he bite in his fish finger.

"Hello," Amy's head passed through the half opened door.

"What did I tell you?" Alex said.

"Sorry to be late, the experiment was a run on," Amy said. "Do you still have food for me?"

"Yes, but you need your own plate and fork," I said.

I only had two of each and Alex was already using my second on. Amy entered the room with her stuff, she smelled like the chemical they used to preserve dead thing, formol or something.

"You could have taken a shower," Alex said. 

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Thursday Taster 108: Parallel Slip

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 We start right where we left off last week.

I blinked three time. I was in a tend, attached to something. It smelled like camel. I never smelled camels before but if I had to smell some, I was sure that they would smell like this. I realized that even if I didn't want to care about Michelle and the spaceship and Lieutenant Fin, I still did, as if it was my own life, somehow. And I realized too that I couldn't keep on thinking about that alone in a tent, on my knees with my hands attached behind my back. By the gods of the desert, how did my other self managed to get herself in that kind of situation? I looked around searching for something I could used to free myself. There were few glass bottles in a corner, if I managed to break one I could possibly try and cut the ropes. I slide myself over them like a worm, listening, trying to figure out if someone was outside. I couldn't hear a thing. I was wearing a blue dress and I had bells on it with tinted in the air. I was so noisy. They were probably on me to warm someone if I was trying something. I was almost at the bottles. I took one between my teeth. It was empty but gross. I had no idea what they I put in there but the taste on the glass was disgusting. I dropped it on the rocky floor but I wasn't high enough for it to break. I tried to pull the carpet on the top of it. It was heavy with things on it and difficult to move. I wanted it to absorb the noise of the breaking glass and eventually to make sure not to cut myself. It didn't work too well. I took the largest piece of glass I could find in my hand trying to hide the rest and worm-like went back where I was in the first place. It was so hard to move. I slowly cut the rope. It was a tedious task but just like the economy class, there was no way around it. I sighed and when I opened my eyes again I had my head on Alex shoulder and the teacher was telling us about patterns and how to apply for them. I almost wished to be back in the tent trying my escape.

I sat straight.

"Morning sunshine," Alex whispered.

He had been reading my book, he was on the black hole chapter.

"How long,"

"Not long enough, we still have two hours left."

"Damn," I said.

I wanted to record the black out but I didn't feel like doing it in front of Alex.

"Hopefully he will give us a break in thirty minutes or something, I want to buy a choco croissant," Alex said.

They were selling choco croissant in the corridor during morning breaks and that was the rage, everybody would just on them.

"I can do with one too and a cup of tea to keep me awake during the second part," I said.

"I thought you already had breakfast," Alex said.

"But it's the most important meal of the day so I can have two," I answered.

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Thursday Taster 107: Parallel Slip

 

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 We start right where we left off last week.

There was nothing more boring than an economy class. It was killing me. I kept on yawning and I had trouble to keep my eyes open. It was supposed to last three hours and it was compulsory. The university estimated that we needed to learn macro economy because we were all going to start our own company. There was no way I was going to start a company, I was seventeen and I didn't even know physics yet. How was I supposed to start my company now? If I ever intended to start one, I would learn economy after taking that decision and by that time things would most likely have changed so what they were teaching us just now would be irrelevant. I had escaped economy in high-school and I was grateful for it but there was no way other it.

"I'm glad this is only for one semestre," Alex said.

"That's one semester too many," I said.

Of course, every body around looked as bored as we did but I wasn't blacking out. Would it be too much to black out at times when my life didn't depend on anything? I took my General Relativity book out. I didn't need to listen to the class they had given us notes of the power point presentation anyway.

Alex smiled at me.

"I need one of those," he said.

"This too makes people sleep," I said remembering the history student I had met last night, he was probably still sleeping, I was feeling a bit jealous.

"Yeah but at least we would know why," Alex said. "This is dead easy but I can't even concentrate."

"You can't concentrate because it's dead easy," I said. "We need a challenge to keep our brain from dosing off."

"So do you have anything about black holes?" Alex asked.

My heart started to pounce in my chest. Why would he asked about black holes.

"Yes," I answered. I didn't want to make a fuse.

"I was thinking, maybe there is a way to time travel through a black hole. Technically, if it slow down everything it has to slow down time so," Alex said.

Alex was just on about his time travel project again but it just hit me. How were we supposed to have a black hole propulsion if black hole were supposed to absorb everything. The last thing I saw was Alex face.

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Thursday Taster 106: Parallel Slip

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 We start right where we left off last week.

"I'm not going," he said passing a hand nervously in his hair.

"Amy wants to go and there is no way to make her think otherwise," I said cleaning up my desk from the remnant of my breakfast.

"She can go, it doesn't mean that I have to go," he said.

"I don't think it's really safe for her to go alone," I answered.

"I spend my entire life with my parents making me babysit her," Alex said. "I chose a different building on purpose to get away from her. Are you going to make me babysit her too?"

"Isn't it what you are doing just now, checking for her to really go to class every morning?" I asked.

He is not Lieutenant Fin, he is not Lieutenant Fin, don't fight with Alex.

"Actually, I just wanted to see you," he said.

"Me?"

Once again he passed his hand in his black hair and stopped it in his neck nervously.

"I want my notes back," he said but I knew he had something else on his mind.

"Oh, of course," I said. I took his papers and gave them back to him. "Do you mind if I brush my teeth before going to class?"

I walked to the sink, I didn't need for him to answer. He waited in the corridor. I felt like crying. I didn't want to go to the spaceship anymore, I wanted to stay in this world where Alex was Alex and where I didn't have to think about black hole to get to my father.

"Are you going to that party?" Alex asked.

"I don't know, I don't want to go but she can't go alone," I said.

"Why? She is not your responsibility. And what if she gets drunk again and you black out?"

"I don't know," I said.

"Just don't go, we could watch a movie or study or something and she'll call if she got a problem," Alex said. "hum, you're maybe right," I answered. But I wasn't sure. I had seen Amy in that red dress before, with those heals and we had people running after us. "Do you have a map of the buses for in town?"
Wether I was to go with Amy or not, I still needed to prepare our escape route.
"You should have one too, it's in the package they gave us on introduction day," Alex said.
"Then, I'll have a look later," I said. "Let's go!"
I took my General Relativity book. I intended to start on it again, if it was good for one thing, reading it was keeping my thoughts away from my mother, it might as well keep my thoughts away from Lieutenant Fin and the mix feeling his presence around me gave me about Alex. 

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Thursday Taster 105: Parallel Slip

 

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 We start right where we left off last week.

I stormed out of the room. It was a machine room and I had no idea where I was. That's what was coming and what Michelle didn't want to hear, that's why I was there, to protect her relationship with Lieutenant Fin. Now she could pretend that he never said any of this to her. She was safe but what about me. How was I ever to look at Alex again without thinking about Lieutenant Fin's grin when he hit exactly where he knew it was going to be painful.

He stopped me by the wrist.

"Michelle, wait, I'm sorry," he said.

"Get the hell out of my way," I said snapping my hand away from him.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"I don't know what the hell is going on, I don't know why this ship is divided in two teams, one that wants to go to Antares and the other that would do anything to stop me from going there. I have no time for your little insight about my personality, you are not happy with who I am or what I do then go find someone else," I said.

"You can't mean that," he said.

"If you are not going to accept me for who I am, what's the point of even trying to have a relationship with me," I said. "So yeah, I'm a spoiled brat with mummy and daddy issues. You've got a problem with that then stay the hell away from me."

"You can't do this on your own," he said.

"I'd rather die doing it on my own than to have to fight without you about who I am," I walked pass him and opened my eyes to see the ceiling of my room.

I was back and Michelle had to take care of Lieutenant Fin. Somehow, I wasn't in a hurry to see Alex for class.

I tried to tell myself all breakfast that it had been about Michelle and not about me and that Alex wasn't Lieutenant Fin and that it was something totally different but still it felt so real. Michelle's father was somehow as bad as mine and he had left her too and still she was going after him, just like I did and she too had problems with her mother that the rest of the world would never understand. Her mother was probably so perfect in Lieutenant Fin's eyes. So he probably never understand her or even believed her when she told him about her life. And I started to think that Alex wouldn't understand me either.

Someone knock at the door and Alex was in front of me. I couldn't snap my last conversation away from Lieutenant Fin's world. What if Alex thought I was just a spoiled brat who liked to faint during class and always had to borrow his notes.

"Amy already left for class with twenty minutes left," he said, "I really didn't think she would be that serious about university."

"Well, there is a party on Thursday," I said. Anything to keep him from asking questions about me or my black out, anything to keep him away from being related to Lieutenant Fin by more than just what they looked like.

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Thursday Taster 104: Parallel Slip

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We start right where we left off last week.

"You can't be serious," Lieutenant Fin said.

I blinked three time but I was in an unknown room, alone with Lieutenant Fin and it looked not like a place where I should be.

"I don't know," I said.

"Listen, I'm risking everything to help you rescue your father so you need to think that straight, I thought that was what you wanted," he said.

"That was what I wanted but..." I started.

I had no idea what we were talking about and I started to think that there was no way for me to ever understand this world. So he wanted to help me rescue my father, so he knew where my father was and probably Michelle did too except that she never actually told me about it, not that we shared anything more than her body.

"Are you afraid of Tucker? Because he can't do anything," Lieutenant Fin said.

He seemed so different than the Lieutenant Fin I always saw in broad day light in front of every one else that I felt like running away from him.

"Listen, I..." I said.

"No, you listen," he said. "All your crap about not being yourself at time and about your father knowing why and us not being able to be together before he explains it to you, I took it. All your crap about being the captain so I couldn't even call you Michelle in front of people anymore and you pretended not to know me, I took it. Now, I'm doing that to be with you, if you are going to let me down just say it and I'm out of your life."

So Michelle didn't want to argue with her boyfriend so she called me here to do it for her, nice, very nice. I just wanted to have breakfast before class and I didn't need that.

"I need to talk to Tucker," I said.

"What for? I don't understand, I have been keeping you away from the old smuck because you asked me to, I don't understand you anymore, can't we just go back like things were at the academy," he said.

"Things have changed," I said.

"I know, it's about your dad, it's all about your dad, it always have been," he said. "He abandoned you, alright, he wanted nothing to do with you. Why can't you see this?" "You don't know anything," I said crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"I know everything, I never told you what I thought about it but this time you really need a reality check," he said. "You're just a spoiled brat rebelling against your mother, she was there for you, she raised you but you just decided to follow your dad. What do you think will happen when you meet him? Do you think he will hug you and tell you how much he missed you and loves you. That's not going to happen because he most likely doesn't want to see you." 

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Thursday Taster 103: Parallel Slip

Hello and welcome to a new Thursday Taster, the day when awesome writers all over the blogosphere come together to give you tasty bits of their last fiction. You can find the list here.

 We start right where we left off last week.

"What?" I looked at him and he had that look on his face. I don't know what most people had against physics.
"Just I couldn't get a single thing about it straight you know, that inclined plan," he said.
"Yeah, I know," I answered.
How would I actually know? What was so complicated about putting forces on an inclined plan? I had no clue how some people managed not to be able to do it but the fact was the majority of the people I knew couldn't. That made me think that I might give General Relativity another try, that was my only clue, but that would be after I sorted out today's classes.
"I'm doing history," he said.
"Oh," I answered.
So he had four hours of classes a week when I had eight hours a day and he still managed to come out at the same time as me to cook dinner and ask for my fire. I didn't know why but there was something about this guy creeping under my skin to piss me off.
"So are you the type who look down on literary people," he said smiling.
"My dad's a translator," I said.
After the I can't get a single thing straight that was the only think he could think of. I forced myself to smile instead of rolling my eyes but I was sure I wasn't too convincing.
I put my spaghetti out of the water and in the pan. Then washed it before pouring the now almost liquid tuna cream on the top of them and washing the pan.
"You are so efficient, no wonder you're a science student," he said.
I didn't see the link between the fact, I just wanted all my stuff clean to bring everything in my room back at once. I pilled up my stuff, plate of spaghetti on top and walked out.
"Hey, you forgot your fork," the guy said after me.
"That's not mine," I answered.
I knew he was watching me, he was still in the corridor when I opened my door to get to my room. I would have to figure out something because carrying it all at once seemed a little dangerous. I sat at the desk and opened my General Relativity book, looking for something about black holes in the cosmology section. It was there. I put grated cheese and chives on my spaghetti and started to read. 

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Thursday Taster 102: Parallel Slip

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We start right where we left off last week.

I laughed.
"I don't think I'll ever get any Nobel price," I answered.
"Freddy, you need to aim high, so high as possible," my father answered.
"I know dad, that's the problem of my life," I said.
"Sabine is calling me for dinner, I have to go," my father said, "I'll call again tomorrow, just make sure not to faint in weird places, I know there are a lot of student parties at the start."
"Aren't there a lot of student party all the time?"
My father laugh.
"Anyway, talk to you tomorrow," he said.
"See you," I answered almost to the beep.
I moved my spaghetti distractedly in the water.
I didn't trust Tucker, he was the last person I wanted to listen to all he seemed to be able to do was following the rules and I was almost certain that he was the one who had poisoned the girls. How was I supposed to follow Tucker, how was I even supposed to work with him and why on the sky did most people want me to give up my mission to Antares? That world was starting to give me a headache, seriously if they really wanted me to do something for them, they had to give me something. Still we were now probably heading to Antares high speed, I mean I didn't know how fast black hole propulsion was but that sounded really fast. And we wouldn't have enough fuel to turn around, so we were going to Antares and there was no turning back before reaching it.
I put my frying pan on the fire and took a can of tuna in the fridge and cream. Was I supposed to understand something about General Relativity to help me with that world? I didn't want to think about it too much.
"Concentrate on your pasta?" I said out loud.
Someone laughed in my back. I turned around to see an blond boy entering the room. He didn't give me more attention and opened his own fridge. I would have to be careful not to talk to myself out loud in here, people might start thinking I'm crazy.
"Can I have a fire?" He asked.
Hello, what's your name? Of course not I didn't just laugh at you, I thought to myself.
"Sure," I said removing my pan of spaghetti from the fire. It's not that they were fully cooked yet but they could finish in the hot water anyway, the time for my tuna fish to absorb the cream a little. I mixed my tuna with my spatula without looking at him.
"What's you classes?" He asked.
"Physics," I answered.
"Wow," he said.

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Thursday Taster 101: Parallel Slip

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We start right where we left off last week.

"Hey," he said.
"Hey," I answered that was a normal way to start a conversation.
"Are you done with the book on General Relativity?" He asked.
So that was somehow Michelle's dad on the line, somehow I wasn't surprised that he decided to call me, at the same time he didn't have to care so much about my father's life or whatever was to happen in this side of the multiverse.
"Not yet, I can't understand most of what it say," I said.
"Are the girls trying to get you to Antares?" My father asked.
"Yes," I answered. How did he know that? It meant that in Michelle's world he was still alive and he was going there too, "Are you on the ship?"
"No, no," he said. "You can't go to Antares, no matter what you do, follow protocol, follow Tucker but don't go to Antares."
"Tucker? Why? Isn't that our mission?" I said.
"So how was your first day at school, did your mother call yet?" my father asked.
"Dad?"
"I know you don't want her around but she could have called, right?"
I thought maybe Michelle's dad was gone and so I only have mine left and I had to play along.
"She didn't," I said, I didn't know how I felt about it, I was too busy thinking about Antares just now to think about anything else.
The water started to jump out of the pan, I squeezed my phone between my ear and my shoulder, turned down the fire and added my spaghetti.
My father was talking about his day at university and asking how things were here and if that was different. It was as if he had no recollection of the first part of the conversation. I nodded and hummed. What had he said? It was like he could see through his eyes but his body and mind were behaving on their own. I thought he had memories of it all but thinking about it he couldn't do any maths so the memory might have been only of doing things.
"Yes dad, of course I blacked out," I said.
"Jonas want to know how the story is going in the spaceship," he said.
"At the last meeting, I used a black hole to propelled us to Antares," I said.
"That sounds like a dangerous thing to do," he said.
"I know, just I don't have enough knowledge about that world to do the right thing, I guess," I said.
I could almost feel him frowned.
"You know, you could just feel the blank with your imagination and be a writer, I know it's not as glamour as a being a physicist but you can still get the literature Nobel price," my father said.

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Thursday Taster 100: Parallel Slip

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We start right where we left off last week.  

"I don't know how to dance Salsa," I said.
"That's the all point," Amy answered, "we are going to learn there will be real dancer there, from a dance company, do you know how good it's going to be? With a giant screen for a direct view on the same party going on in Cuba at the exact same time."
"Cuba," I answered, "don't they have like seven or eight hours jetlag with us?"
"Yes, we'll be dancing in the club and they will be dancing on the beach, that is going to be so fantastic."
"Fantastic," I said unconvinced.
"So what are you going to wear?" Amy asked.
"I'll think about it," I said. Jeans, sneakers, anything allowing me to run fast, really really fast and to have my wallet in my pocket for the bus ticket. I needed to check the busses in advance and I needed to talk to Alex.
"Let me know if you need to go shopping, I'll go with you."
Amy was admiring herself in the mirror and I envied her somehow because she had no idea what she was aiming at with this party and the dancing. Could it be that I was overreacting and that what happened in the other universe wouldn't happen here? Could she, we, just go to the party and dance a little and have fun and come home on time to get some sleep before class without anything that happened before?
"I think I'm going to cook myself something," I said folding my books and walking out of her room.
"I'm not hungry yet, it's too early for diner," Amy said.
"It's ok, I'm a bit tired so I'll see you tomorrow," I answered.
I locked my door behind me and let myself go on my own bed this time, wondering what I was supposed to do but no black out came to me to answer any of my question. I cursed the Pithy of Delphi for being so unreliable, but after all she didn't say that the answer would come to me straight away. I took my pans and some pasta and walked to the kitchen. It was empty which was good seeing that we had only two fires for about forty people. I placed the pan of water on the stove and let it boil, sitting on one of the fridge.
"I need to tell you something important. Can I call you know," my phone rang with a message from my father.
I looked at the text. I didn't really want to talk to him so much but if it was important it could be anything from "your mother is coming over you better hide" to "what are you plans for next weekend."
"Yes," I answered.
Even if he was my father and not Michelle's father, it would be better to deal with it now. My phone rang and I picked it up directly.

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