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we-are-so-close · 3 years

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Promised Life

Yandere!Illumi x female reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: 18+; Minors do not interact, Angst, smut, yandere behavior, noncon, dubcon, implied death, kidnapping, forced marriage, oral (female receiving), vaginal sex, breeding (please let me know if I forgot something)

Author's Note: This is pretty dark. And very smut heavy. And the longest fic I've written so far. Very nervous about it.

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The sound of cries from the baby monitor woke you and your husband.

“Aw, he’s been doing a lot better about sleeping through the night,” your husband’s groggy voice whispered in your ear.

“I know. I’ll go check on him,” you said as you tried to rub the sleep from your eyes.

“Love you, babe,” your husband kissed you on the back of your head.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you, too...Butt,” you teased as you threw on your nightgown.

You slowly crept into the baby’s room to see him standing up in his crib.

“Hey, buddy,” you cooed as you turned on one of the lights next to the rocking chair. As soon as he saw you, he started jumping up and down, hanging on to the side of the crib.

“What are you doing, silly boy? It’s time for bed,” you picked him up and kissed his sweet little head. You cradled him; his head in the crook of one of your elbows with your other arm supporting his back side. You rocked him back and forth, his eyes getting heavier and heavier as the time passed. Eventually, he was asleep in your arms. You placed a soft kiss on his head before carefully laying him back into his crib.

“Good night, my precious boy,” you whispered.

As soon as you turned the light off, a cold chill shot down your spine. It caused you to freeze right in place. You hadn’t felt this aura in years. You haven’t felt this since…

“No!” You gasped. You felt as though you were in a clouded haze. You couldn’t think clearly, your breathing started to quicken. As much as you tried to move, you couldn’t. The aura you felt before is getting stronger, thicker. It’s too hard for you to breathe. Dizziness takes over and you collapse to the ground. The last thing you saw before you faded out of consciousness was your child’s sweet sleeping face.

Your eyes slowly opened. Darkness. Darkness was all you could see. And pain was all you could feel. Your head felt as if it was being split open. You tried to move your arms to lift yourself up, but you weren’t able to move. You opened your mouth to scream, but nothing more than a murmur came out. Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly. A wave of nausea washed over you.

“No,” was all you could muster as the tears started to fall and the sobs began to choke you.

A shadow moved closer to you.

“Awake already?” a familiar yet cold voice asked. “I shouldn’t be surprised though, you are just as strong now as you were when you left me five years ago. Although, I was sure that you would have realized the poison that was slipped into your evening tea .”

“We...I-I didn’t…,” you struggled to get the words out. Your brain couldn’t begin to process where to start.

He took a seat next you on the bed where you laid. He began to rub your head.

“Shh, it’s okay. I forgive you for lying. And for running away. Now that you’ve come back to me, we can be a family...” He leaned in close to your ear and whispered, “...like you promised.”

Five years ago, you and Illumi had been engaged. You were in love with him and you were excited to start a family. However, there had been some complications. Before marrying into the Zoldyck family, tests had to be run. You passed all of them with ease. All of them except one. The doctors told you that all of their tests had come to the same conclusion: infertile. Your heart shattered. You fled the manor before you could even face Illumi with this information, the shame you felt was too overwhelming.

You moved as far away as you could and tried to make yourself disappear. You had wanted to live the rest of your life wallowing in your own self-pity. The previous life you had dreamed of was not going to happen. You had accepted that. And you thought Illumi accepted it, too. He didn’t come for you like you thought he might. In your mind, he had given up on you and you had put that part of your life behind you.

You weren’t expecting to fall in love with another man so quickly, get married so quickly, own a house together so quickly, and you most certainly were not expecting to get pregnant and have a beautiful baby boy so quickly. Everything you had ever wanted happened so quickly, and you had forgotten about the life you had once promised to someone else.

“Illu-Illumi. I-Where…” you breathed in hard. His face hovered just over yours.

“You’re home, ______,” he stated with a smile. “And here in a few hours, we will finally become man and wife.”

“But..but,” you squeaked out.

“I know how happy this must make you. But you can tell me when we exchange our vows. For now, I will leave you to gather your strength and get ready. Until then, my love.” He kissed your temple and walked away.

The head pain mixed with your attempts to speak and the gravity of this situation was too much for you. Exhaustion overtook you. The next time you opened your eyes, the room was bustling with servants. You could hear the quiet whispers from them upon seeing you wake up. A butler appeared in front of you. A familiar face. She was one of the butler’s that was originally assigned to you when you first planned on staying in the manor.

“______, it’s so nice to finally have you back. Now, sit up.”

“What?” you asked, still slightly confused.

“Oh, for goodness sake, let me help you.” She grabbed your arm and yanked you up. Upon standing, you could see that they had already changed you into a wedding dress. It was lace. Long-sleeved and backless. The dress of your dreams. You had once discussed with Illumi what your dress might look like.

“Master Illumi had this made just for you. The least you could do is stand upright.”

The poison you consumed was still taking its course through your body. Your head hurt slightly less and you were able to move, but you still needed support to stand.

The wedding itself was quite short. Illumi stood next to you for support, arm wrapped around your waist. The vows you spoke were ones that Illumi had written for you. And you knew better than to refuse to speak. Having your own free will was more important than words that meant nothing to you. You were well acquainted with his nen abilities. You saw how it affected the unfortunate souls that were on the other end of his attacks.

After you both took your turns saying the vows, you were pronounced husband and wife. He gave you a peck on the lips and then turned you to face everyone. Everyone clapped and you felt immense sadness. The tears in your eyes threatened to break the surface. Illumi enveloped you in his embrace. Your face was resting against his chest as the two of you danced slowly. You now had enough strength to speak in short sentences, so you tried to reason with this man.

“Illumi, this marriage isn’t binding. I’m already married. I-I have a family now,” you muttered in hopes that it would somehow change his mind.

“It’s already been taken care of, ______. There’s no need to bring it up again.”

A whimper escaped your lips. He pulled you away from his chest to look you in the eyes.

“Hm, I think it’s time we wrap this up. What do you say?” He wasn’t really looking for an answer from you. His mind was made up. After the song had ended, he announced to everyone that you were not feeling well and that both of you were turning in for the night. He carried you bridal style to his chambers.

He laid you on the bed and began undressing himself.

“When I found out why you left, I was more hurt than anything else. We could have figured something out, ______,” he stared stoically at the wall. “I was going to come find you, but I had some important family business come up. It took a little longer than expected, but I never forgot about you. And you did a decent job of hiding yourself. I only found you last year. And by then, you were married and with child. I wanted to take you back, right then and there. But I weighed my options and decided I would watch.”

A terrifying thought to realize that he’s been watching you for a year. Even more terrifying was that you hadn’t noticed.

“I grew angrier by the day just watching you live your silly little life. I wanted to just kill you all. But then I saw the bond you formed with that child. The way you cared for it was….endearing. It helped me to reaffirm why I wanted you as a partner all along.” He was completely undressed and now his focus was on you. “So, I watched you some more. I watched your interactions with the child and decided that now was the time to bring you back to where you belong.”

He ripped your dress, exposing your breasts and underwear. You moved your arms to cover yourself, but it was futile. He was much stronger than you, even if you weren’t poisoned. With one hand, he was able to wrangle your wrists together and pin them above your hand. The other hand was moving across your body, giving you goosebumps. His touch was surprisingly soft and warm for someone so cold and uncaring.

He caressed your breast and pinched your nipple, eliciting a response from you. He put the other nipple in his mouth and teased you with his tongue. He sucked on it and could feel you trying not to squirm underneath him. He released it with a loud POP! sound, echoing in the room. You tried to bury your face in your arm so you wouldn’t have to look at him. But he grabbed your face and turned your head toward him.

“If you were able to conceive a child with a non-nen user, then you can conceive a child with me. We will do this everyday until you are with child.”

A look of terror on your face was ignored by your new husband as he ripped your underwear off. He let go of your wrists so that he could better face your entrance. He spread your legs and began working quickly. He started circling your clit with his tongue. He’d use the tip of his tongue for the quick little circles, but then he’d switch it up and use the pad of his tongue to lick from your folds to your bud. He was sucking you when he inserted a finger. A gasp escaped from your lips and you could feel him smile.

He came up to face you, finger still moving in and out.

“You know, the one good thing from watching another man fuck you is that I learned what you like and what get’s you off.”

Once again, you were ashamed and tried to hide your face again.

“Remove your hands or I’ll move them for you.”

And once again, you were reminded of how you would rather do things of your own free will instead of having them done for you. You obliged and he went back down on you.

He continued to lap at your clit while inserting another finger. You were trying your best to push all of this out of your head, to not make a noise. But his fingers were moving against the spongy part of your wall. The friction from his fingers and the movement of his tongue was enough to bring you to your climax. Your walls tightened and fluttered around him while your juices flowed down his hand

“Good girl.”

He removed his fingers and brought them to your lips.

“Open.”

Again, you obliged and took his fingers in your mouth. You sucked and licked, cleaning yourself off of him. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and his lips met yours. He kissed you with such intensity. It took you by surprise. The passion he was displaying was certainly unexpected.

His cock soon began to fill the empty feeling in your cunt. When you gasped, he forced his tongue into your mouth. Back and forth, back and forth, the girth stretched your walls. It was pleasurable, though you did not want to admit it.

He bit your bottom lip before he drew away. “______, you’re so tight. But you accept me so eagerly. We were made for each other.”

He slowly pushed his way further into you. When he bottomed out, you moaned.

“Illu, too much,” you cried.

“But you’re doing so well. You will get used to it.”

Illumi stared in your eyes as he slowly pumped in and out. You wanted to look away or close your eyes, but you simply couldn’t. His fingers were intertwined in your hair, his face hovering above yours.

“Illumi…” you whispered. His lips got caught up in yours once more.

He pulled his torsos away from yours and pushed your legs to your chest. You didn’t think he could go any deeper, but this position proved you wrong. Each thrust hitting your cervix, causing more pain than pleasure. You hadn’t realized that your hands had moved to act as a buffer between his thighs and your legs. Habit, you supposed.

“______,” he spoke forcefully. You realized your mistake.

“’m...sor...ry…” your speech was broken from the continuous thrusting. Your hands moved above your head. He threw your legs over his shoulders and leaned in closer to you. His pacing was becoming faster. You could see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He was getting close. The thought of him cumming in you made your core burn. One of his hands began rubbing your sensitive bud. The stimulation was too much and you were creaming around his cock as you moaned out his name. Your walls fluttering around his cock was enough for him to reach his climax. Rope after rope of his seed filled your greedy hole. He was panting, something you can’t remember seeing before.

Your hand cupped his face. “I love you,” fell out of your mouth. Your eyes grew wide and a deep red crept across your cheeks. He smiled down at you.

“I know, my love.”

The two of you stayed still for a moment, except for his hips that continued to softly move against you. When he finally pulled out, a small whimper escaped your lips. He kissed your forehead.

Illumi carefully flipped you onto your side and spooned you. A strong arm caged your body against his, hand resting on your stomach. He kissed the back of your head.

“______, you fought the good fight. But you will not be able to overcome it. When you wake up tomorrow, all the pain of your previous life will be gone. Not even a distant memory. You will never have to relive those moments ever again. From now on, it will just be you, me, and the family that we create. Now it’s time to sleep, my love. You’ve had a busy day.”

Tears started trickling down your face. Your eyes grew heavy with sleep. It was indeed a busy day. Sadness overcame you, but you couldn't be sure why. You had just married the love of your life.

#illumi x reader #yandere!illumi x reader #illumi #yandere!illumi #angst #noncon tw #dubcon tw #implied death tw #kidnapping tw #forced marriage tw #so i was just minding my own business right....thinking about what my life would be like with another f/o #and then bam! this intrusive thought nearly knocked me out #anyway i hope this is okay

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forkanna · 5 years

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NOTE: Welcome to the future! We thought today was a good day to provide a much sooner update for our McFly girls (even if you won't see much of Elsa this chapter). Enjoy some plot and self-reflection!

The drive to Doc Pabbie's house was quiet. Anna was made to pull out a gigantic book of maps – "It's an atlas, Vic- Tori. Gosh. How tiny is your town?" "Heh… yeah…" – to navigate the streets. It wasn't until they arrived at the Doc's surprisingly normal-looking house – much nicer than the little shack he holed up in by the time 2015 came around – that either said anything of actual substance.

Anna had opened the door, hand coming to unclip the belt, when Elsa's fingers touched the backs of hers. "Will… will I see you at school?" she asked, looking at once very small and vulnerable.

Anna swallowed. What could she say? Blinking, she tried to urge the tears away. Tonight had been… well, eye-opening. But she had no intention of staying longer than necessary. She didn't belong in this time.

So instead, she offered a little shrug. "I'll uh, I'll see what Doc can do about maybe enrolling me. I don't think I'll be around long enough for that, but maybe…"

"I see…" There was a valiant effort at hiding her disappointment as her mother nodded. "Thank you for hanging out with me for a while," she began softly. "Hopefully you and your mom can sort all that out. I mean, at least you had the courage to tell her. My parents…" She shook her head, and didn't continue.

"Y-yeah… I- same. They know but they don't love it. But, I guess… knowing you don't hate me is nice. It's almost the same, heh." She gave one last smile before throwing herself from the car, not giving Elsa a chance to respond to her cryptic words.

However, there was one little hitch Anna hadn't anticipated. When she got to the top of the walk and knocked on Doc's door, she glanced back to see Elsa waiting. Making sure she got inside safe and sound. Ordinarily, the gesture would be touching, but right now it was inconvenient. How was she supposed to get Doc to let her in so she could explain?

As it turned out, that didn't seem to be a problem. The man opened the door… and displayed himself to be wearing a glowing contraption on his head that made him look like an extra in a low-budget sci-fi flick. Immediately, he grasped Anna's shoulder.

"Don't say a word!"

"Uh, I-"

And then she was being jerked inside.

~ o ~

It took the better part of an hour for Anna to get Doc to listen to her. First, because he was trying to read her thoughts through a suction cup and focused completely on the task at hand, and then because he flat out didn't believe her. No matter what she said, no matter what she showed him from her wallet – her driver's license, social security card, student ID, family photo from the Grand Canyon – he didn't seem to buy it.

Until she finally saw the bandage on his forehead. "Hey, where'd you get that?"

"None of your business," he grumbled, trying to steer her toward the front door. She was still trying to get over how much blonder his hair was, how young his skin looked. "Now then, Future Girl, if you're through spinning tall tales, I need to get back to a few of my experiments. But thank you for a night's entertainment!"

"You don't have to tell me. I already know." The progression came back to her, and she held up a finger and pointed it straight at his face. "You were hanging a clock in your bathroom, standing on the toilet, and you slipped and hit your head on the sink. And while you were unconscious, you had a dream about the flux capacitor! Which… is what makes… time…"

Her voice faded away as she realised he was goggling at her in shock, already-large eyes looming even larger above her own. The man took a few stumbling steps backwards. For just a second, she worried she had somehow made him angry – until he spoke.

"It… worked? HaHA, IT WORKED!" And then he was completely ignoring Anna, dancing a cheery little jig on the spot with his fists in the air. "An invention of mine worked! Oh, thank the heavens! They told me it would never happen – 'crackpot' indeed!"

"Uh, Doc?" But no, he was too far gone. He seemed barely aware that there was anyone else in the room with him. That is, until she came up and tapped him on the shoulder. "Doc!"

He didn't stop, as such. He just seemed to freeze, waiting for her to continue. With a weary sigh, she slumped.

"This is amazing for you and all, but I just… want to go home. And I don't know what to do; the car's not working, and… and I'm stuck here."

A little at a time, the excitement began to fade – or rather, it was still there but simmering under the surface of compassion and professional interest. "Hmm, I can understand that. As far as years go, 1985 isn't the most exciting thus far. Oh, how are Reagan's policies holding up in the future? Wait, no, don't tell me! Anyway, yes, yes, I owe it to my future self to make sure he finishes the experiment. I assume you need some more gasoline? Or have they figured out perpetual motion by then, the unified field theory? Cold fusion?"

Chuckling to himself, he looked at Anna expectantly. Looking away, she mumbled something under her breath.

"I'm sorry, dear, didn't catch that."

"We're gonna need some, uh… plutonium…"

His eyebrows raised up toward his much-lower hairline. "Really? Well, I'm afraid that what's left of my family fortune won't pay for THAT. Though by the 2000s, I'm sure you can find plutonium at any corner drugstore."

"Not… exactly." Then she cleared her throat. "Anyway, I, um… I think something's wrong with the starter. I parked it in a garage in an empty house; it's supposed to be MY house but nobody lives there. So maybe we can just stick a new starter in it, and we'll be good? Maybe there's some plutonium left in the back? I dunno…"

"Over in Aren Estates, or Hilldale?" He wasn't paying close attention, but at least he was following along, pacing up and down. "Yes… that's safe enough for the time being. We'll wait until after midnight and then drive over there to haul it back here with my van and I can examine the problem firsthand."

"Aren Estates. Doc, this isn't just some experiment; I'm really worried about this. This is my whole life we're talking about!"

"Well, first thing's first; we get the time machine safely tucked away in my garage. Then we can see if there's an alternate fuel method to replace…" Again, he shook his head and laughed weakly, beside himself. "Plutonium. It's so gloriously simple; a nuclear reaction would definitely generate plenty of power, if it could be adequately contained. Now we just have to figure out how much is needed."

Sitting a little straighter, she said, "Oh, that'll be easy. Doc – er, my Doc – made me record the experiment so we have footage. Though, I'm not sure how we'll get an SD card to work with your… older equipment."

At that, his eyes lit up, and the reason was obvious. Anna would love a chance to see future-technology, so she could only imagine how an actual scientist felt. Still, it wasn't really going to be as exciting as he probably hoped it was.

"This is indeed a rare treat! Now the only thing to do is repair your vehicle and send you back. I'm just glad something of mine worked, to be quite honest," he said. The self-deprecation was evident, and Anna's heart went out to him. Having so many unfounded theories and being known for it throughout the entire town was probably lonely.

"Yeah, Doc, I get you. How about I run into town tomorrow and get us a cake or something? Like, we should be celebrating a successful test, right? Even if I'm still stuck in-"

"Oh no! No, no, no, my dear girl. You can't set a toe outside this house! It's a good thing you came straight here. If you had spoken to anyone, you may have accidentally altered the course of history. Your future! Even speaking to me isn't without its pitfalls, but I understand it's unavoidable…"

Anna froze. Doc didn't notice for a moment. He was still waffling on about butterflies this and chaos that, but when Anna ceased to engage, he finally noticed and slowly turned to her.

"You… did come straight here, right?"

"Well… sorta?" When Doc didn't say anything, and the silence grew too heavy, she swallowed and pressed on. "I was going to – I went to your house, the one you live in in 2015, but you weren't there. Someone else was. S-so, um, that's one person. Then I went to a café and looked you up in the people direc- phone book. But then, er… things happened?" He stared more, knowing she wasn't finished, and her head dipped a little lower. "Long story short, I talked to my dad and the mayor, then I was hit by a car and woke up next to… my mom…"

"Your MOTHER?!" Doc exclaimed this in the same tone of voice as most people would say 'You've been SHOT?!', and Anna winced at the sharpness the volume. After a moment of shock in his face, he finally shook himself and stumbled over to grasped her shoulders. "And your father?"

"Hey, it's not like they knew it was me! Mom thinks my name's Victoria, for fuck's sake!"

"Let me see that photograph – the one in your wallet." Anna wasted no time whipping it out and looking down at the familiar faces of herself, Wendy, and- "AHA!"

"Wait a minute… John's head is gone. What the…?"

"Just as I thought," Doc breathed. His gaze was now distant, his voice hallowed with fear. "Erased from existence. You have altered the course of history; your mother either will never meet your father, or it may be something as simple as a few minutes' delay. The tiniest of divergences in the timeline could be enough to prevent them from ever marrying, falling in love, and conceiving you and your siblings."

"Conceiving me and my- wait, Doc. Are you trying to tell me…" Thinking this deep wasn't Anna's strong suit, but she did her best. "Did I stop myself from ever being born?!"

"In a word – YES!"

Suddenly, the implications weighed down on Anna with the force of a dump truck. "Whoa… this is heavy."

"Well, on the upside, you seem to be adapting to era-appropriate lingo," he muttered, still examining the photo. "What did you do?" He finally turned to look at her. "It's astounding that you could influence so much in so little time. The speed with which the impact on your future has occurred is mind-boggling! If you weren't in danger, I would find it fascinating that it appears to be a rippling effect rather than instantaneous alteration…"

Well, there was no denying it. Pretty soon Anna herself would be erased from existence, too, so it was time to lay all her cards on the table.

"CliffsNotes version: I saved my dad from being hit by Grandpa Baines's car, and instead it hit me. When I woke up my mother was there, uh… kinda sorta… hitting on me? Tried to tell her I already have a girlfriend but it didn't do any good. Oh – and she thinks you're my uncle, by the way, that's my cover."

"She also thinks you're available, from the sounds of it," Pabbie groused. "But how would such a brief meeting with you alter history? Soon you'll just be a faded memory – or you should have been! There must be something else about this that prevents her from creating offspring with your father."

Her father. Oh God. Suddenly the entire evening made sense. This hadn't been any old car accident, it had been The Accident. With capital letters! Sinking low into a chair, Anna had to clear her throat several times in order to speak. By the time she did, Doc was sitting on the coffee table across from her, eyes wide and waiting.

"So like, Mom always tells us the story of how she and my dad met. It was mostly supposed to encourage me not to date since like, 'fate finds a way' or whatever. She thought true love happened like 'that', y'know?" She clicked her fingers. When she looked up at Doc, there was a fierce edge in her eyes. "Grandpa hit me today. Mom put me in her bed, not my dad. She probably doesn't even know who he is…" And now, with her stupid meddling… would Elsa even be interested in Kristoff? It certainly didn't seem like it.

"This is very unfortunate. If she is fixated on you in the same manner in which she was fixated on your father because of the incident with the car, there may be no way to reverse this disaster."

Anna squinted at him for a brief moment. "Um… I gotta say, I'm surprised you're taking it so well that my own mother is trying to bang me. Also, that we're both girls. Also, time travel." Although, it was starting to make sense. It was obvious that Grandma and Grandpa Baines disapproved of "alternate lifestyles", so the younger version of her mother would probably jump at the chance to "fall" for a boy.

Convince herself it was a phase. Where had she heard that before?

Doc's hand waved back and forth as he began pacing again. "Oh, homosexuality has been a facet of human culture ever since humanity existed. Haven't you ever read up on Ancient Greece, or Rome? Really nothing new under the sun, Future Girl."

"I suck at history." But now she thought maybe she should look into that. Something about scientific observation of homosexuality in a variety of animal species flickered in the back of Anna's mind, which would probably also help explain his nonchalance. Shaking her head to rid it of the stray thoughts fluttering around inside, she then said, "A-alright. Um… so what should we do? There has to be some way we can at least try to get them back together!"

"We'll have to observe them. Figure out a time and place that we could interfere again; normally, I would refuse to do that, but with the damage to the timeline already so severe, and your life at stake…" Sighing, he glanced at her briefly. "You seem like a nice young girl, but the consequences are far more dire than simply your life. Failing to rectify your mistake, or doing so in a way that only made everything worse, would create a time paradox."

"Pair of what?"

"How can I put this in terms an average high school student would understand?" He muttered to himself for a moment, ticking off numbers on his fingers. Then he turned and pointed at her chest, eyes wide with the hope that he had adequately translated from Doc to Anna in his head. "If you aren't born, and therefore aren't alive to assist me with my time experiment in 2015, then you can't come back to this point in time, and undo your own birth. That's impossible. Since it's impossible, time itself will cease to exist; it will cause a chain reaction that will most likely destroy the very fabric of the entire universe."

"I… I could have done all that by going to get a goddamn milkshake with my mom?!"

"Precisely!"

"I…" Groaning, she buried her face in her hands. "Why me?"

"Why you, indeed. In any case, our objective is now clear: we have to get your parents together before we send you back, and we need to figure out how best to do that without causing further divergence from the prime timeline."

"Diverwha?"

"Making a bigger mess."

"Okay, when you put it like that, it doesn't seem so bad. Not easy, but not the worst; I can just introduce them. 'Haaaave you met Kristoff?'"

Pabbie snorted, shaking his head. "My dear girl. No, it wouldn't usually be that hard, however we're on a schedule. Did your mother ever mention a moment where she knew she was infatuated? Did your father propose at a particular time, or did they do er, something to cement their feelings of love? Perhaps they were tracking when your mother was ovulating so their love-making would stand the greatest chance of-"

Letting out a horrified gag, Anna cried, "Eww, ewwwww, Doc! You think I wanna think about my mom's ovulation?!"

Still, the thought was less horrifying than it would have been a year ago. Here she had actual proof that her parents weren't always old and gross. That they were her age and did usual teenage things like getting milkshakes with their crush – and had needs and they did things to sate said needs. A soft warmth began to build just below her navel as she thought about that thirsty look in her mother's eyes…

God. No more of that, ever, if possible. Sucking in a breath, Anna forced herself to focus.

"There was a… a thing. They kissed for the first time at it or something. I don't remember the name, though… man, I must have heard the story a million times. Why can't I remember right now?"

"That's quite all right. Chances are, it's months away; just try to think about it a little each day and I'm sure it will come back to you, or you'll notice something that jogs your memory. The reason your brother began disappearing so fast is just that you tossed the first big boulder into the stream; it's not a full and complete beaver dam yet. There must be a chance to fix what you have broken or you would already be gone."

Her stomach seemed to disappear at that thought. In fact, Anna pressed her hands into it to make sure it didn't really disappear.

"Come now, we had better go and find your car before some unwitting realtor does and tries to sell it with the house to boot! And then we'll see what's wrong with it, and make plans to fix your future!"

Throwing up her hands, she turned to follow him to his own garage. "You're the doc, Doc."

~ o ~

It only took about twenty minutes to get to the model house that would one day be Anna's home. Doc turned off the headlights just before they got there, to draw less undue attention – not that it would make much difference. The place was deserted. They backed the van up to the garage before rigging the DeLorean to be towed behind it.

He was like a kid in a candy store when he saw the machine. Of course, DeLoreans existed in 1985 already, but not ones with time circuits built into the dashboard and flux capacitors in the backseat. Or a small nuclear reactor wired into the engine. Anna smiled, never having remembered seeing him so truly full of glee. He almost seemed upset at having to get back in the van and tow it. Eventually though, they were in Doc's garage with a new problem in front of them.

"Alright," Doc sighed a while later, once they had figured out how to connect the camera to his old TV. The technology was a little too new for him, and a little too old for Anna, but together they figured it out. "This should be fine. Sorry about having to cannibalize that musical device of yours."

"No problem," she sighed, cradling the remains of her iPod. It would either have to be destroyed or taken back to the future with her. "Okay… it should be the third or fourth video file."

"Mmm, 'file' you say? This is a computer chip? Ah – there we are, a visual representation of the data as a picture. What a delightfully intuitive user interface! I had wondered if you all use holograms in the future, but this works."

Doc cycled through them until he found the appropriate video, skipping past other evidence of experiments that he swore he didn't want to know about. Something about 'knowing too much about one's own destiny'. Anna wasn't listening very close. She was barely concentrating at all; she was a little more upset about her poor iPod than she thought she'd be. It had gotten her through some rough nights, at least, and was one of the first things she'd ever bought with her own money.

"GREAT SCOTT!" he cried out suddenly after they had been watching for a few minutes. "ONE POINT TWENTY ONE GIGAWATTS?!"

Falling off her chair at the sudden outburst, Anna blinked up at him as she pushed up onto her elbows. "What the hell is a gigawatt?!"

"It can't be done! I'm sorry, but we're through, we're finished!" Tugging at his own blonde hair, wild as it stood out from his scalp in all directions, he began to pace, then eventually simply left the garage and went back into the main house.

When Anna rejoined him, she saw that he was staring into the gaze of a portrait that hung over his mantle – one of Thomas Edison. "It can't be done, can it, Tom? There's no way! Not without nuclear materials, there's no reasonable facsimile!"

"What, Doc?" she urged him, shaking his shoulder. "What can't be done?"

"This! That! Do you see? Nuclear was the easiest option. And it's nuclear! Unless we can get…" he trailed off, mumbling under his breath for a moment, "eight trillion hamsters, I'm afraid you're out of luck."

"Out of lu- whoa, whoa, wait." Anna's heart more than sunk this time; it shattered. "No, no, Doc. You can't give up now! You- there's gotta be something else, we gotta try!"

"I'm afraid not! It's nuclear or nothing – and I haven't the resources to acquire your precious plutonium! Not without selling this house, and I'm in no position to do that – not to mention it would be highly illegal! How do you think I'm going to fix the time machine if I'm in a federal prison?!"

"But I have a life to get back to! Mom and Dad need me, and…" Did they, though? Never seemed to have before. So she had to think of another motivation for Doc to reunite her with her own time period. Moving closer, she reached into her pocket for the clock tower flyer. "Look, see, I got a girl waiting for me back home." She turned the paper over, showing the phone number with the two little Xs next to them. "I can't– I need to see her again. What'll she do if I just… just vanish and never make it home?"

Doc slumped in a chair, barely giving the paper a glance. "It's impossible. The only other thing of capable of producing the necessary raw power to activate the flux capacitor is… is a bolt of lightning! Unfortunately, you never know where or when one's going to strike! I'll be able to repair the starter, get the automobile running, but without that reaction… you're stuck in the Eighties, Future Girl."

Throwing her hands up, Anna stood and began pacing – maybe she was a little too much like Doc sometimes. She looked down at the sheet of paper, tears beginning to cloud her vision. Even if she managed to get her parents together, she'd still be stuck here in the past. She'd vanish from 2015. Jennifer would never hear from her again. Chances were that no one would even notice aside from her; certainly not her family. Hell, they might even be happy that she was gone.

There were so many other things she would miss out on; so many things she wanted to do, with a very particular person. Actually call her 'girlfriend'. Have a first kiss. And maybe that wouldn't have been a problem if that damned woman from the Preservation Society hadn't interrupted, hadn't all but shoved her goddamned flyer under their noses. But it was too late to worry about-

Her thoughts came grinding to a halt. The flyer. Somehow she had completely forgotten what the stupid thing was for. Eyes widening, she flipped the number around and read over it again, even if she didn't really need the refresher course.

"Doc! DOC! What if we did know when lightning was going to strike?" Running back to him, she shoved it into his hands. "What if we knew the exact time and place? Could that do… I dunno, something?!"

He didn't seem to understand at first, but as he read, his whole face brightened. "Great Scott!" he cried, jumping from his chair.

"Yeah! Scott! I mean, that's good, right?"

"Look out, Miss McFly," he told her with a brand new manic gleam in his eye. "We have some work to do."

To Be Continued…

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