Rachel Sully (rachelsully) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-08-12 08:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, ~izzy shaw, ~rachel sully |
Who: Izzy Shaw and Rachel Sully
Where: Izzy’s shop
What: Mother meets daughter
When: Monday 12 August
Rating: Medium? Some naughty language but that’s it.
Open: No
Status: Complete
Rachel had been out riding her motorcycle with her friend Sarah and it had started to make some rude noises. She knew that she needed to fix it and based on the sound, she knew exactly what was wrong. She parted ways with Sarah and then slowly headed into town to her mother’s workshop. Izzy always had the tools that she needed. While she didn’t build things as often as her mom did, she definitely made use of the tools for her motorcycle.
She parked outside and got down, double checking that she was right. It would take a little work but she could fix it for sure. She then got to her feet and brushed herself off before letting herself into the workshop. She knew that Izzy was probably going to be there. It’s where she spent most of her time, when she wasn’t in bed with Rachel’s father, that was. Seemed like they were either doing sciency stuff or fucking, one of the two. It was the only explanation for how many younger siblings Rachel had. She considered them all younger siblings, even though Sarah was only a few minutes younger.
Rachel started to look around the various work benches for the tools she needed. When she spotted Izzy, she smiled and walked over. “Hey, mom.” She kissed her cheek quickly, then went back to looking for the tools. She hadn’t really paid attention to her mother’s appearance. “Have you seen the socket wrench? My bike’s making a weird noise and I need to get the casing off.” She just kept moving things around. “Got it!” She grinned, then headed back outside.
Izzy had been concentrating on etching runes into her glider, and hadn’t expected customers today. Hell, she never expected people to show up unannounced at her shop, with the exception of Juliet who showed up like a force of nature. But even she usually called ahead aside from her initial arrival.
So when the teenage girl bounded into her shop like it was the most natural thing in the world Izzy was more confused than anything, and gobsmacked when she got a Kiss on the cheek and called ‘mom’. If she simply stared open mouthed for a second or two after the girl bounded back out could anyone blame her?
Then her brain kicked in. “What the-?” Izzy put down her etcher and started outside to find the teenager working on a motorcycle. “Ok kid, what’s going on? This isn’t a service station any more in case you haven’t noticed, and you can’t just take somebody’s tools like that!”
Rachel stopped what she was doing and looked up at her mom. Her much younger looking, very not pregnant mom. She got to her feet and backed up a bit, holding the socket wrench like a weapon.
“You look like her and you sound like her, but you’re not her!” She was ready to attack if necessary. “What have you done with my mom?”
“Kid I don’t know who your mom is but I do know she sure as hell isn’t me!” Izzy replied, taking a step back and wishing she had a tire iron or something handy, just for defensive purposes. “I’d have to have been ten when you came along. There wasn’t anyone else using this place when I got to the island, its been abandoned for months, ask anybody.”
Rachel shook her head. “No, this is my mom’s shop. And you look like her, but she’s like....pregnant out to here.” She held her hand out in front of her belly. “And she’s older. She’s like....old, though. I mean, she’s nearly 40.” She shook her head. “You’re definitely not 40, but you look like her.” She moved a little closer, then stepped back again. “What did you do to my mom?”
“OK kid, who’s your mom?” Izzy demanded, getting annoyed and a bit freaked as there was just the niggeling of an idea in the back of her mind of what might be going on. “There are a couple people here that look like me from what I’ve heard, but they’re all redheads and none of them are near forty.”
“My parents are Izzy and Tom Sully.” She lowered the wrench a bit. “My mom works in that shop all the time. When she’s not busy popping out babies and making new ones.” She rolled her eyes at that. “My dad does...sciency plant stuff that I don’t really pay attention to.” She shrugged. “And my mom is blonde. Definitely blonde.” She nodded.
Those comments caused Izzy to simply stare at the girl open mouthed for a few minutes, her brain coming to a conclusion she refused to accept. Finally she shut her mouth and shook her head. “God damn this fucking island!” Popping out kids? What the hell had she become in the future? A stepford wife or something?
“I’m Izzy Shaw kid, and my boyfriend is Tom Sully. We haven’t been together long enough to even think about kids, let alone have any, but I think you’ve come back in time.” She still couldn’t believe what she was seeing, but staring at the girl a little closer there was a definite resemblance. The girl had her hair and chin for one thing. Fucking island. Just trying to think about this logically was taking all her concentration when what she really wanted to do was run away gibbering.
“Back in....oh fuck not again.” She sighed and closed her eyes. This was the last thing she needed. She shook her head and dropped her hands, letting them hang loosely at her sides, though she kept the socket wrench in her hand. Never drop the tools if you can avoid it.
“This is great. So I get stuck back here watching you two get all ooey gushy and nonsense. Not that it ever stopped.” She rolled her eyes again. “Wonder how long it’s going to last this time.” She just shook her head once again and turned back to her motorcycle. Might as well fix it while she was there.
“‘This time’?” Izzy echoed, somewhat lost. About the only thing she’d figured out about this was that she and Tom were still together in the future and had several children, including some on the way.
“Yeah.” Rachel kept working on her bike. “Last time it happened I was stuck on the island before anybody started showing up for about two months. It was pretty interesting. I’m pretty sure that I’m responsible for at least four of the species of animals that run around in the forest.” She shrugged and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand before she got back to work. “When I got back, you said I’d only been gone for like an hour.”
“So how many times were you back in the past?” Izzy couldn’t help asking. The techno mage part of her was itching to get her measuring devices and start trying to figure out just what the hell was going on.
“Just twice including this time.” She nodded, finally getting the casing off the engine. She started to look it over, sighing a little. “This is supposed to be working.” She got up and went into the workshop again, looking for more tools.
Feeling somewhat lost, Izzy followed the teen in and watched wordlessly as the girl rummaged around looking for tools. As she watched the girl though, questions bubbled up. “What’s your name? How old are you? How many kids do I have?” Pregnant at 40? The mind boggled.
She kept looking for tools as she got assaulted with questions. “Rachel Annabelle. I’m 16, and last time I saw you, 7 and 8 were about two months away from being due.” She stopped a second and ran her fingers through her hair before turning to Izzy. “You’re much more organized in the future. Where are your tools?”
“Eight kids?” Izzy echoed. “Eight?!” What the hell? She wanted kids, but eight?
“Yes, eight kids. You and dad can’t keep your hands off each other and don’t bother to think about preventing it.” She shrugged. “You still haven’t answered my question.”
“Um.” It was hard to get past that number in her head but Izzy managed. For the moment. “I’m still collecting tools, what are you looking for?”
Rachel sighed and looked around. “You had this set of crescent wrenches. I think they were.....fuck.” She shook her head. “You haven’t gotten there yet. Fantastic. So you don’t have them yet which means I’m fucked and can’t fix my bike.” She tossed the socket wrench onto the nearest table and sat down on the closest flat surface.
“I can take a look at it.” Izzy shrugged, glad to have something to take her mind off the idea that she’d be pregnant a good portion of the next eighteen or so years, assuming that Rachel was from the same timeline.
“Tech magic can fix small stuff without having to do real repairs.”
Rachel shook her head. “Let me at least see if I can find the right tools, first. I don’t like using magic unless I don’t have any other option.” She got up and stretched a bit. “Is the hardware store actually open or is it still abandoned?”
Not like magic? This was her kid? “Still abandoned.” Eight Kids. Her mind kept going back to that number. She wanted kids, sure, even a relatively big family, but eight?
“Alright, cool. So I don’t have to do any chores if I take some tools.” She grinned and then headed out of the shop again, going toward the hardware store.
Izzy took a few steps to follow her but stopped in the street and stared at her daughter’s retreating form. She took her phone out of her pocket and typed out a text to Tom. He wasn’t going to believe this.
Fucking Island.