Let's do the time warp again...

Sorry that it took a while again, till I was able to sit down and add another chapter. Unfortunately , life is not only writing and hanging out - but I aim for it...:)

Thank you so very much for reviews from Evey Claire - hope you like this chapter ; my sweet friend Amy - do your job as a critic ! and V-alice - I always appreciate your comments.

It is a longer chapter, but not too much action - what am I saying - no action at all, but it shows the state of the different players. So enjoy and please review after reading - thank you :)

CHAPTER 8

"What is it Amy, Sweetheart ? " , the good looking hunk of a man next to Claire was sitting up and turned his head in concern towards her. " Are you alright ? ", he wrapped his strong arm around Claire's thin waist and pulled her closer to him.

Claire wasn't sure what was happening. I must be still in a dream , dam, this seems so real, Claire thought to herself. She closed her eyes one more time and gave herself a small clap on her face , when she opened her them again, she realized that she was still sitting in the bed with this man, who, Claire had to admit, looked extremely handsome, but was far from being Myrnin, the man she was married to .

" Please Amy, Sweety,….say something ? Are you oK ? " , the man seemed honestly worried about her.

Claire sat still for a moment , not wanting to talk, but realizing that she probably would not get away with it, if she would ignore the man next to her. She decided to play along, at least for now. She had to figure out herself, what was going on. Whatever it was, it had to do with Myrr….with Myrrr…with Myrnin ! - yes Myrnin , her crazy vampire husband. She would definitely kick his cute ass , if she ever would see him again.

Claire felt a warm , large hand on her back rubbing up and down. She opened her eyes again and looked in his friendly , worried face.

" I am fine,…..Darling …." , yes, that was smooth, Claire thought to herself . " I had a nightmare, that's all…" and she put her hand slightly on his hand that was resting on her thigh.

" Great - a nightmare on our wedding night …I hope that is not an omen for our life together …", and the man made a funny face, grinning and pulling Claire closer to him. He bend down and gave her a warm and reassuring kiss.

If Claire wouldn't have almost laid down, she would have fallen. What did this guy say - wedding night - , how…what…..how…..this is so wrong on so many levels , but Claire did not have much more time to think. Her new husband, whatever his name was - that ,she definitely had to find out - already had her pulled even closer if that was possible and had her turned on her back, lying on her full body and certainly not hiding what his desire was.

Claire first tried to move and wiggle out under him , but suddenly, she did not know why she wanted to do that. Why did she want to move away from her new husband, when he promised with his body to make sweet love to her. Why? Claire closed her eyes and with a slight feeling in the back of her head, knew, something was not right, but she would figure that thing out later - afterwards.

The same time back in Morganville

Myrnin came down the stairs to the living room, where Michael, Eve ,Andrew and Amelie already waited. Since he woke up from his dream, he worked on his time machine , trying to find the reason for the breakdown and how it looked , he had figured it out. It was, to his relief a small fracture on one of his small flux capacitors, which were responsible for the actual time travel. All what he had to do, was to get a replacement part, which had to be out of titanium - that shouldn't be to hard to find…

"Myrnin …." , Amelie was sitting on the couch, with a new found self-conscious attitude :" ..were you able to rest a while ? "

Myrnin just nodded his head. He did not want not tell about his dream, nor about his fear - no - his almost certain knowledge , that he was forgetting his life in the other realm. He decided to volunteer only general information about his life , it was bad enough, that he had a hard time to remember his wife, his soulmate Claire, it was without consequence , if he passed this on to others.

Before he came downstairs, Myrnin had written down all his thoughts on a piece of paper in case he would forget about Claire. He wrote about his love to her, his future plans. He had even drawn a skit of her, to help him remember her face - these notes were his anchor, in case ,he would forget….

"I found the reason for the breakdown - a small piece within the time travel machine broke off…." , Myrnin came right to the point.

" Is it something you can repair ? ", Andrew asked with worry in his voice.

Myrnin faced him with a smile on his lips, as if he would look at a child asking him a silly question : " Of course I can. I might not even need it, but traveling would be not accurate - I mean, I would be able to aim for a year, maybe a certain month , but I don't think , I could aim for an exact point in time…"

" So, you DO need it then…" , Andrew replied without being offended of Myrnin's condescending tone.

" Well, ….., yes . " , Myrnin realized , that he had acted like an ass to the people , who were willing to put their lives on the line to help him. " Sorry….I am a little bit on the edge since I am here , I …."

" It is alright, Myrnin, we understand . " , Amelie interrupted him, her eyes with a stern look at her friend :" ….what do you need ? "

Myrnin shuffled apologetically : " I just need a small rod of titanium - about 5 cm long and 1 cm wide ." , he pulled the loose and slightly fractured piece out of his pants.

Everybody's eyes got wide .

Eve was the first to speak up :"….and you think we can just go to the Morganville Titanium store and buy some , right ?" , she accompanied the sentence with a swirl of her right pointing finger towards her right temple.

" It is not that easy , Myrnin .", Michael continued, :" ..we can't just get stuff like that. We would have to go through official channels and explain , why we need titanium . Bishop and Ada have a pretty strict reign here, we…."

"There is a way, we can get it." , Amelie interrupted. All eyes flew an her. " I know, he can be difficult, but he likes Bishop and Ada as much as we do….and, …..he has connections. "

Myrnin looked lost for a minute. Emotions filled the room and glances got exchanged.

"Yes, but can we trust him ? " Michael questioned Amelie.

Myrnin felt impatience rise in him. What or about who were they talking ?

" We have to trust him , if we want to or not , he is…"

" WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ! " , Myrnin finally interrupted them, his patience worn down to nothing . This had to be a side effect of time travel , he thought to himself, not willing to volunteer this discovery.

Amelie seemed to be untouched by Myrnin's outburst and Myrnin actually welcomed this. It was more the Amelie he knew, the Amelie, who had her feelings under control.

" Oliver , of course. ", she said dryly .

Great, this time has an Oliver as well, Myrnin flashed that thought in his brain, I hope that he is at least not all happy, joy -joy like in my time.

" I will contact him as soon as we are done here." Amelie turned her face to Myrnin and looked straight into his eyes. : " I run into Ada at the lap, just right after you all left. She was surprised to see me there, but I was more surprised how she acted. She was different, she almost seemed vulnerable …" Amelie did not break the connection between Myrnin and herself. " Is there anything I should know, Myrnin ? Anything we all should know ? "

Myrnin had a sudden feeling of guilt inside him. Should he tell them about his dream ? About the slowly disappearing memories ? No, he can't, they would not understand and they would not be able to change anything anyway. It was better to keep them in the dark regarding that matter and get their focus more on the task to get the missing titanium rod, so he could get the hell out of here and change his time line again.

"There is nothing Amelie. ", Myrnin responded with a strong reassuring voice . " Let's contact your Oliver, that I can start fixing my machine ."

Myrnin did not wait for a reply. He turned around and marched upstairs to the secret room to be alone, to think about his next step and what he had to do to avoid slipping away from his love every minute, every hour . every day a little bit more until…..NO, he would not allow that !

Amelie excused herself from her friends and asked Andrew to contact Oliver regarding that certain matter, but not to tell him why at this point. She would talk to him first and see , if he would be really able to help them. I f she had the feeling , he could not, it was better if he does not know too much.

She was worried about Myrnin. She was far from being a psychic , but she felt very clearly , he was hiding something. If it had to do with Ada's behavior , she did not know , but she sure would find out.

At the same time in Ada's office

Ada was not herself. She hasn't felt this way, for ….for a long time. Ever since she had this first feeling of Myrnin, his presence , that seemed so real, she was not the same anymore and not being the same was bad,especially , when you were aligned with one of the most notorious , brutal man, history ever had produced and spit out .

She went to the cell Myrnin was vegetating in , she had seen him with her own eyes and yes, it gave her a small, short relief, but as soon as she was back, she was again cocooned by this uncomfortable yet so familiar feeling of his presence, which she wished never to feel again.

He had given her so much pain and grief , she would not go through anything like this in her immortal life again. He had paid for it - hard. She had made sure, that his life was reduced to a mere beast in a cage, unable to ever leave it again, yet she somehow was still longing for him , haunted by the last kiss she had with him.

The door suddenly was pushed open and Ada was pulled out of her day dream. Ysandre was gliding into her office. Her movement so smooth and out of worldly, that walking would not apply to her. As much as Ada hated her, she had to give her that.

" I heard you visited the cells ? Is Myrnin well ? ", Ysandre let a arrogant chuckle out, clearly more aimed to hurt than to comfort.

" Are you monitoring my steps, Ysandre ", Ada snarled with a dangerous undertone back at her.

" I am just worried about you, my dear friend. It does not happen a lot, that you visit this filthy place…." . Ysandre letting herself down on one of the big chairs opposite of Ada's desk.

" I didn't know, that we are so close that we can call each other friend - I , personally see you more as a nuisance." , Ada was not in a good mood and she definitely had no time playing around with Ysandre. She wanted her out and get back to her thoughts. Maybe she could fall asleep again and dream of him. WHAT AM I THINKING ! , Ada was almost disgusted by herself.

" I see. ", Ysandre was checking her finger nails, no hint, that she wanted to leave any time soon.," I thought , you maybe interested, that Andrew contacted Oliver. Because you had something with both of them, you maybe curious what two former ex-lovers have to talk about. Maybe , they compare …" , Ysandre let a evil giggle escape. " …but then, there is probably not much to compare…." , and she looked at Ada with an almost disappointed face.

Ada stood up and put her flat hands on her desk to steady herself. Oh , how much she hated that person, but she had to stay calm . If Ysandre only gets a hint of disturbance from her, she would not stop until the entire facade would crumple.

" Ysandre, I think it is better for me and especially YOU, if you leave now. If there is not anything else, you want to talk about , your time with me is up . " Ada looked past Ysandre to the still open door. She sat down and ignored Ysandres -humph - and her flamboyant and impressive walk out.

"….and if you please shut the door on your way out, would you Ysandre, there are just too many annoying subjects here in this building, who could disturb me. ", Ada said with a steady voice not looking up from her desk. Only after she heard the door close loud against the frame, she lifted her head, her hand holding a pencil and the piece of paper on her desk was holding a name - Myrnin.

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