isabond (isabond) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-01-07 11:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, jake sully (big/kid), tom sully jr, ~isa bond, ~tom sully |
Who: Isa and Tommy Jr., Island!Jake & Tom Sully
When: Thursday morning
Where: Tommy’s bedroom
What: Freaking out
Open: Finished
”Hey, morning”, Isa said softly as she saw Tom stir. She had not been watching him for the last half and hour. That would be the official story. If her father was to ask her where she’d been, the official story would very much include her absence in this very room - if he would even notice that she had been gone for the night.
It felt so good to see him again. They weren’t back together, they weren’t anything but at least it felt as if they weren’t nothing any longer.
***
Tommy had been up quite late, only falling into bed at about 2am after doing some maintenance on one of his telescopes. He'd fallen asleep as he was writing up what he’d done which was also fairly normal for him, to be honest. And then he'd blinked awake as someone spoke to him. It didn't sound like one of his sisters, but then again, he was only just waking up.
"C'mon, Sook, let me sleep," he muttered, and turned onto his side, closing his eyes again.
***
Isa laughed softly. She hadn’t noticed the changes in the room. The way little things were off - in different places, colours, whatnot… “I’m not your sister, dummy. Would your sister do this?” she asked with a daring tone, cupped his cheeks with her hands and kissed him. She blushed. She wasn’t the girl to blush - not anymore - but it was such a weird situation.
***
That woke him up. He stared at the girl in front of him, far too stunned to return the kiss. And then he pulled back as quickly as he could move, throwing himself out of bed and smacking his head off the wall with a heavy thud.
"OW!" he blurted out, bringing his hand up to cover the sore bit of his temple as he kept staring at the strange girl in his bed. "I, uh... I, you. You..."
***
Uhm, Tommy’s behaviour left her rattled. They hadn’t been drunk or anything. She remembered last night very clearly. She had almost felt comfortable in her skin. And if someone would not remember a night, it would be her. Tommy was far too responsible, a goodygood. The sweetest boy she knew.
“Uhm, yes… me…” She swallowed and sat upright in the bed. Her gaze did not leave his. “Tom, is something wrong?”
***
She knew his name! How? How did she know his name?
He pulled his hand away from the growing lump on his head to check - no blood, good - and then looked back at the girl.
"Is something wrong? Who are you? How do you know me? How the hell did you get in my room?"
***
“Tommy... “ she asked in confusion. A deep frown appeared on her face. “Oh, this bloody island!” The curse was muttered to herself. Everything was wrong. “It’s Isa - we’ve known each other most of our lives. Don’t you remember?” Their bloody home had taken Tommy’s memories of her.
***
"No, I don't. I've never seen you before in my life," he snapped, pushing away from the wall as he spoke. Muttering quickly under his breath, he held his hand out and caught the tee-shirt that had just launched itself at him, then pulled it on over his head, hissing as it brushed against the bump on his head. He needed coffee. And possibly cake or cookies or pie, if there was some.
Muttering again, his dressing gown followed his tee-shirt, but he held it out to Isa. "Kitchen, now," he told her as he opened the door with a gesture, then crossed his arms over his chest.
***
She accepted the dressing gown in complete confusion and pulled it over her tank top and short pyjama bottoms. Wariness entered her and alarm bells rang. The backpack that held most of her stuff stood next to the bed but the clothes were gone, along with the chair that had carried them. “Wait, where’s my stuff? Tommy, this isn’t funny!” She was out of bed now. A second later the backpack got slung over her shoulder. She felt the desperate need to check if the gun was still in there. Something was utterly wrong and she was raised paranoid.
***
"How am I meant to know where your stuff is? You showed up in my room while I was asleep, remember? None of this is funny!"
He pointed for her to leave his room, narrowing his eyes as a backpack that wasn't his was slung over Isa's shoulder. "Okay, that's your stuff. C'mon, out."
***
She stared at him. She wanted to say so much but words were lacking. She followed him while she regained her thoughts and ability to put them in words.
“Tommy… you have to believe me. It’s the island that’s messing with us. Something is happening here…”
***
He stayed quiet as he headed down to the kitchen, letting Isa talk at him. His head was really starting to hurt now, and he was confused as well; not his favorite way to be, at all. As soon as they were in the kitchen, he started making coffee before he did anything else. Once the coffee pot was starting to fill, he finally looked round at her again.
"I have no idea who you are. I don't know who your family are, what year you're from, how we know each other, nothing. So yeah, while it's entirely possible that the Island is messing with us, I still have no reason to believe anything you're saying!"
***
The girl waited patiently - or rather impatiently. She did not have much choice. “Uhm, look, I’m from the year 2034. My name is Isa Bond. My parents are James Bond and Kytana Rogers - was…” The last word was an added whisper. Her chest tightened at the small little word but she pushed it away. “And you’ve… we’ve - we’ve been together.” Please, Tommy, remember that.
***
Tommy frowned a little as he caught Isa’s whispered word (her mom was Kytana? Why wasn’t she any m- ooooh…), but then she followed it up by saying they were together, and he scowled. “Did Sookie put you up to this? Or Juliet? Because this isn’t funny at all.”
***
Isa snorted. No, it wasn't. She was freaking out. Maybe she should just leave. Go back to her father's place and figure out what in the name of the Island was going on. "Here I was just considering asking you the same question."
***
“Asking me..? You… What? You think I’m the one that’s messing you about? Seriously?” he snapped, hands threading through his hair and tugging it into messy spikes. Isa was not the only one freaking out. “You’re the one who appeared in my room, you’re the one who’s, who’s saying all these things! I don’t know you! I don’t know who you are or anything about you, why the hell would I decide to play a little joke on you? Huh?”
***
Isa looked up at him with wide eyes. Tears were glistening in her eyes and she swallowed. Tears were stupid. “And why the hell would I do it?” she snapped back. “You know what… I’ll leave.” Maybe it was still early enough for her father not to notice that she had been gone the night.
***
Tommy was about to reply when he heard footsteps out in the hallway, and then his (human) uncle Jake walked into the kitchen, stretching and yawning.
"Hey, Tommy," Jake said before giving into yet another yawn, "you up super-early or have you not gone to sleep ye-" Jake stopped when he noticed that it wasn't just the two of them in the kitchen. He scrubbed a hand across his face as he looked at the girl wearing pajamas and Tommy's dressing gown, then glanced at his nephew with a raised eyebrow and frowning a little when he noticed the bump on his head before walking over and holding his hand out to the girl.
"Uh. Hey. I didn't realize we had a guest. I'm Jake, Tommy's uncle. Nice to meet you."
***
Isa reluctantly shook the hand. “Yeah, I know.” But obviously, that feeling wasn’t mutual. “I’m Isa. You don’t seem to know me.” The man looked just a tad younger than he usually did. Isa put it down to the lighting and maybe because she hadn’t seen him in quite a while.
She brushed her hair back and clutched her backpack tightly. She was an unwanted guest in a house where she had once been welcomed with open arms.
***
Oooh, shit. "Sorry, I really don't," Jake admitted, knuckling sleep out of his eyes as he spoke, before crossing his arms. "I was gonna ask if you're new here, but I guess not. So, uh, you're back from the future? And you know Tommy and me? And the rest of the clan, too, yeah?"
"She was in my room when I woke up," Tommy added, before grabbing three mugs from the cupboard as the coffee pot finished filling. He knew better than to ask Jake if he wanted coffee - both his uncles were the same when they were human, and drank coffee almost as much as he did. He had two and a half mugs filled before he realized that he didn't know if Isa even drank coffee or not. "Isa, do you, uh. Do you want coffee?"
***
“Uhm, no,” Isa said and wrapped the dressing gown around her. This was the most awkward way of being in your ex-boyfriend’s house. She turned to Jake. “I don’t know what’s going on. I know you. I know Tommy but you don’t know me. I grew up with all of you.” She swallowed, not sure what else to add. This was damn well screwed up.
***
Jake just nodded, then looked round at his nephew as he got handed a mug of coffee. "Different timelines, then?"
Tommy's eyes widened as his sleepy-brain-fog seemed to lift and he nodded. Wasn't his own family a prime example of all kinds of timelines coming together into one place? "Uh. Yeah... Yeah. Maybe some of the others will know you," he said to Isa, his anger draining away as quickly as it had appeared.
***
She shrugged. The thought had not occurred to her yet. It should have had but it hadn't. Her head was empty. Thoughts had stopped swirling, pouring and mingling. Nothing there. She did not want a different timeline. A different time. Things had just started to calm down - she would have her life back. “Uhm, what year do we have?”
***
"It's just turned 2016 a couple days ago," Jake told her, then drank half his coffee in one go. "When are you fr-"
Tommy interrupted his uncle, leaning forward on the counter-top as he spoke. "Kytana's here, y'know. She's good friends with Juliet and Tony." And then he realized what he'd done and stood up straight again, glancing back at Jake and apologizing. Jake just shrugged it off, used to worse, and asked the same question again.
"When are you from?"
***
She did not hear the question and she had already forgotten about the year. “What?” she whispered, staring at Tommy in a wide-eyed manner. Her mum! Alive! She shouldn’t be shocked but shock rarely followed logic.
“I - I need to go,” she continued. She needed to her mum. It was an impossibility not to see her. She turned around and dashed into the direction of the front door. She knew the house well. She had been around enough.
***
Go? Go where?
"Isa! Wait!" Tommy called out, forgetting about his headache as both men put down their mugs and ran after her. "Isa, you can't. The snow's far too deep! And you're only wearing pajamas!"
"Where are you going?" Jake added, letting Tommy take the lead. Technically, she was his guest. Kinda.
***
A glance outside revealed the truth behind Tommy’s words. She was very reluctant to admit it but the snow would be a real problem. She stopped midway and turned around to face the two Sullys. “I need to see her.”
Before she could add anything, the door next to her opened and the young face of another Sully appeared. He looked just like Jake. “Uh, hi. I’m Tom.” His eyes wandered to his two relatives in search for an explanation.
***
"I know you do," Tommy said as he stepped closer to her, ignoring his dad for the moment. "But not right at this moment. We can maybe get her to come here through the pools, or you can wait until I go out and clear the snow and we can head into town and get you to the Temple that way. Uncle Jake can drive us there, he's always going to see Aunt Suni anyway."
Jake motioned for his brother to let the kids have a bit of privacy, and quietly explained the situation as far as he knew it. "She's a new arrival from the future. Alternate timeline, too. Her name's Isa, she seems to know all of us and she’s currently trying to run through the snow to find Kytana. Jules' friend, not Sunila's mom," he summarized, before speaking loudly enough for his nephew and Isa to hear. "Sure, I'll drive you in. But it won't be for at least half an hour. I need more coffee and a shower before I do anything."
***
The reasoning behind Tommy’s words was far too appropriate. She would have loved to condemn them. Waiting seemed to be the cruelest thing. She bit her lip softly. “Okay, I’ll wait.”
***
Thomas Sully did not even feel surprised anymore. He simply scratched the back of his neck and listened. Alternative timelines plus timetravel was now as normal as a trip to Pandora. Oh well… “Yeah, I could do with some coffee too. Uhm,” he said, turning to the girl. “Can we offer you some clothes? Izzy’s should fit.” At least, their height was roughly the same.
The girl stared at him for a moment and he felt slightly uneasy. The alternative timelines might not shock him anymore but the discomfort they brought to everyone involved was unsettling. Who knew what her timeline looked like? “Thank you, that would be good,” she mumbled.