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“Your mother says that you were twenty minutes late getting home today.” Dad said as we sat at the dinner table, eating honey-glazed chicken with rice and steamed vegetables. My mother’s cooking was something I’d really missed without realizing it as the years had gone by in the last timeline. There were plenty of times when I’d had a bad day and come home to make something like this, something that reminded me of being a kid, protected by my parents’ love. Davey always called it comfort
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It was the slap heard around the world, or at least around Downey High. By lunchtime, the entire school seemed to have heard about the scene in the parking lot that morning. Marcie had come flying out of a car, driven by her older brother and rounded on me as I was just unlocking the Mustang’s driver-side door. Hours later, I could still feel the sting of that slap, and wondered what the hell my younger self of this timeline had seen in her. Sure, she was good looking. Davey had of
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One last jump. No second chances. To save the future—and the love of his life—Brian must rewrite history in a world that’s forgotten him.
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The cloud of steam rising from the bubbling hot tub was a good thing. A very good thing, really, with Brian’s foot resting on top of mine underneath the water. All five of us were in the brand new hot tub my parents had bought last month. It was one of those large ones that stood up above the ground with a dark walnut paneled base. There were six seats in the hot tub. The empty seat was between Sean and I, and then Brandon sat next to Sean, with Trevor next to Brandon and then Brian in the se
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The days leading up to an election are filled with insanity, no matter how big or how small the race. For weeks, even months, volunteers and paid workers have been walking precincts or calling registered voters at home, trying to find out how the person will vote, or encouraging them to vote a certain way. Campaign managers and consultants examine everything they can to find who will be the most likely voters to turn out, and then direct their strategy to reaching those voters. The weeke
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“Davey, think about this.” Brian’s voice was edged with worry and I stared into his face for a very long moment. There were crows feet around his eyes now, and the well-tanned skin did nothing to hide the dark circles under his eyes. This campaign season was the toughest ever, and we were all tired. It was a small blessing that the boys were backstage, being cared for by his mother and father. We both missed them a lot. “I have thought about it, Brian.” I assured him. We were both
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The capital city of Poland was a lot prettier, and a lot dirtier than I had imagined it being. Somehow, with over a hundred years of memories in my head, I had none of ever visiting this place. Certainly for most of my several lives it was behind the Iron Curtain, but there had still been plenty of opportunities to go, yet I’d never gone. If I hadn’t been required to be here for work I most certainly would not have gone in this lifetime. “I still believe you are a brave man traveling wit
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“Okay, who was it?” Brian had asked me as I knocked him down from where he had been crouching over a half-packed box. He had fallen down, his hands splayed out to either side as his butt hit the floor. I’d sat on his lap, wiggling softly against his lap as I put my arms around his neck and grinned at him. We were both sweaty, mostly from packing in preparation for our move. It had to be done now, a week after the June Primary, because the rest of the summer was going to be far too hectic.
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“I’m way too old for this.” Sean muttered as they stood over the control console and the machine sputtered to life. He’d always been on the short side, and now in his eighties he begrudged every millimeter of height he lost with advancing age. My own hands were as wrinkled as his while I pushed the appropriate buttons on the computer console. The familiar sound of a magnetic resonance imager spinning to life filled the small room. “I can’t believe this specific machine has been used as
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“Trevor’s finally asked Jennifer to marry him.” Brian told me and I just chuckled, trying to maintain my concentration on the road. It was raining hard, which made me glad that I’d finally taken his advice to get rid of the jeep and get a new car. The BMW was a whole lot nicer and if we’d been driving the jeep right now, we’d have been soaked even with its top up. “Well it’s about time.” I replied and he laughed. Trevor had started dating Jennifer his first month at USC, and she was a d
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“You look fine.” The voice behind me almost made me jump as I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. In response, I just shook my head, straightened up my bow tie, gave the dark blue cummerbund one last tug and let out a sigh. When I was done, I turned to face Sean, who was similarly attired and just shook my head. At least my short spiked hair looked good. “I’m just nervous.” I admitted and he laughed. Sean looked downright handsome in his tuxedo, and his longer hair practically
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“That was a very touching speech.” Dr. Marcus Reynier said to me as we shook hands just off the stage of the Downey High auditorium. I’d hoped to get off the stage without having to do the stereotypical pressing of the flesh, but I just wasn’t quick enough. Reynier was a tall man, with broad shoulders and a touch of gray in his dark hair that gave him a very distinguished look. The suit he was wearing didn’t hurt a bit, either. “Thank you, Pastor.” I said with a ghost of a smile. As a w
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Shades of past lives troubled me as I tried to sleep that night. Instead of a restful slumber, I spent most of the night staring at the faintly glowing ceiling with its stars, planets and constellations still retaining their luminosity after all these years. I had been allowed to remain in my father’s office for most of the discussion that had taken place, and for the spectacular arguments that had taken place after the Social Services Director had arrived along with Modesto’s police chief him
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The first week of school was almost always an exciting time for me. Usually it ended with my birthday, or my birthday came towards the second week of school, but either way I had the pre-birthday excitement adding to seeing people that I hadn’t seen in a few weeks. True, I spent most of my time with my circle of close friends, but I did have other friends who were more than mere acquaintances. Tom Holloway was one of those. A cute guy with long strawberry-blond hair, he’d been in most o
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“Welcome back, son.” Dad said as he met me just inside Modesto’s small terminal. We hugged tightly and I smiled at the thought of being home. Sure I was tired from the long flights, with the last short leg between San Francisco and Modesto having been almost unbearable, because the rain that was falling outside hadn’t made the flight the smoothest. Honestly, we’d been lucky to get out of San Francisco as it was, and I was just glad to be home. “Thanks, Dad.” I said tiredly as we broke th
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“So how was your weekend?” I asked Sean as he climbed into the Secret Service car. Sean shot me an exasperated look as he buckled his seatbelt. As soon as he was buckled in, the car left the driveway and headed towards the high school. “I’d almost forgotten how shitty it was with my family.” Sean muttered darkly, giving me the evil eye as I gave him a warning glance and pointed my finger at the driver, who was Tom today. Sure, they’d keep a lot of secrets, but some things were better ju
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Since when does your sister fly a plane? Sean wrote in the notebook we were using in the back seat of the twin-engine turboprop. Sean sat in the middle of the back seat, and Mom was asleep on his left side. My sister was in the right-side co-pilot’s seat, and had actually done most of the flying since we’d left Los Angeles airspace. She got interested in planes after visiting the Smithsonian during the President’s inauguration in 1981. I wrote back and he snorted, earning a look from my
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"Thanks for doing this, Dad." I said, giving my father a hug that he returned easily. We broke apart and I was struck again by how much I’d grown. No matter how many times this happened, I was always surprised when I realized that I was now taller than my father. He looked up at me and shook his head a bit. "I still can’t believe how tall you’ve gotten." He said, reflecting my own thoughts. "I’d think you’d almost be too old for Disneyland." "You’re never too old for the Happiest P
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“I’m going to pick Jenny up and we’ll probably go check out that new store on McHenry Avenue.” Mom said as she met Dad in the hallway just outside of his office. I was following behind my father, with my legs shaking nervously and my stomach doing slow rolls. Had he seen me saying goodbye to Brian? Had I just slammed into a brick wall before we’d been together for even one day? What was he going to say… “That’s fine.” Dad said as he bent to give my mother a kiss. “Davey and I are going
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The cloud of steam rising from the bubbling hot tub was a good thing. A very good thing, really, with Brian’s foot resting on top of mine underneath the water. All five of us were in the brand new hot tub my parents had bought last month. It was one of those large ones that stood up above the ground with a dark walnut paneled base. There were six seats in the hot tub. The empty seat was between Sean and I, and then Brandon sat next to Sean, with Trevor next to Brandon and then Brian in the se
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“How was the first day of school?” Dad asked me as soon as the car pulled away from Brian’s house. I’d barely had time to put my backpack on the floorboard and fasten my seatbelt before we were moving. The government sedan was a nice one, and quite roomy in the back seat, although it was not a limo. Dad was sitting on the right side while I was behind the driver and there was a divider between the front and back seats. In the divider, I knew, would be one of those new mobile phones some of t
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Davey Jones has one goal: fix the past without breaking the future. His third jump through time drops him into the most dangerous game yet—where allies hide secrets, enemies know his every move, and even the smallest choice could shatter everything he’s fought for. This time, doing it right might mean risking it all. Third time’s the charm… or the end
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“Davey?” Dad’s voice was filled with concern and reached through the blackness that seemed to be all that I could see. Oh, my eyes were closed. Things were slightly blurry as I opened my eyes, and the sudden heat of a blush filled my cheeks as a wave of embarrassment came over me. Oh no, I’d broken my word and caused a scene during Dad’s meeting with the President! “Dad, I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed quickly, trying to sit up from the couch I was laying on. Uncle Ronnie’s
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“Do you think we’ll see them on TV?” Jenny asked as we sat down on the plush couch in front of the cabinet that held the television. We were both dressed for bed, with me in red cotton pajama bottoms and a dark green knit shirt. She was wearing her lace pink nightgown, and had taken her hair out of the pigtails she’d worn earlier today. She let out a yawn while waiting for me to answer her question. “We can try.” I said after a minute of thought and began pushing on the huge remote in my
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The ceiling above me glowed softly with spackled stars, moons and planets as I lay in my bed. Outside the two large windows, it was still dark and the starscape that Dad had spackled on my ceiling two years ago was both comforting and disconcerting as a war raged in my mind. Two distinct personalities struggled against each other, seeking an all or nothing answer to the problem they faced. We occupied the same body, and both wanted control now. The letter one had written to the other was
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