Timerider Fic: "Pendantic" 1/1
Title: Pendantic
Fandom: Timerider: The Adventure of Lyle Swann
Characters/Pairings: Lyle(/Claire)
Author: evil_little_dog
Words: 150
Rating: K+
Summary: Lyle remembers.
Warnings: Um. Time travel? Uh. Pretty much spoiler for the ending? Like it matters for a movie from the ‘80’s that only about ten people remember.
Disclaimer: This story is a fanwork, and I derive no money from posting it.
Notes: comment_fic prompt: “Any, any, being your own grandfather.” My mind immediately turned to this movie, which I saw in the theater back in the ‘80’s, and never, ever saw again. Yeah, made an impression. Not to mention, Michael Nesmith had something to do with it.
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It all started with that damned pendant.
A family thing; handed down from parent to child for a few generations. I was the most recent kid to get it. Mom gave it to me with all the pomp and circumstance you’d expect, and I took it, of course, rolling my eyes, but it’s still pretty cool, how many family members it went through. Thought of it as my lucky piece.
Then I got caught up in that experiment and went back through time. Met Claire.
Ah, Claire.
And she took my pendant.
Yeah. So that one, wonderful night my family talks about, and the pendant that my many-times great-grandma stole, well, they’re all talking about me, and Claire, and there are times when I’d never heard anything about pendants, or magical nights, or time travel. Because stepping on butterflies aside, knowing that much about your own family history really sucks.
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Fandom: Timerider: The Adventure of Lyle Swann
Characters/Pairings: Lyle(/Claire)
Author: evil_little_dog
Words: 150
Rating: K+
Summary: Lyle remembers.
Warnings: Um. Time travel? Uh. Pretty much spoiler for the ending? Like it matters for a movie from the ‘80’s that only about ten people remember.
Disclaimer: This story is a fanwork, and I derive no money from posting it.
Notes: comment_fic prompt: “Any, any, being your own grandfather.” My mind immediately turned to this movie, which I saw in the theater back in the ‘80’s, and never, ever saw again. Yeah, made an impression. Not to mention, Michael Nesmith had something to do with it.
X X X
It all started with that damned pendant.
A family thing; handed down from parent to child for a few generations. I was the most recent kid to get it. Mom gave it to me with all the pomp and circumstance you’d expect, and I took it, of course, rolling my eyes, but it’s still pretty cool, how many family members it went through. Thought of it as my lucky piece.
Then I got caught up in that experiment and went back through time. Met Claire.
Ah, Claire.
And she took my pendant.
Yeah. So that one, wonderful night my family talks about, and the pendant that my many-times great-grandma stole, well, they’re all talking about me, and Claire, and there are times when I’d never heard anything about pendants, or magical nights, or time travel. Because stepping on butterflies aside, knowing that much about your own family history really sucks.
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