FIC: Of Terminators and Training Wheels- Chapter 3
( Start here at Chapter one if you missed it)
Previously:
"The Time Portal has opened!" he shouted over the din.
"Well. That's my ride," Gordon grinned wolfishly at the Winchesters as he stepped into the vortex, "Hasta la vista… babies!"
"NO!" Sam and Dean cried out together.
They rushed forward colliding with the locked door and each other just as the vortex exploded in a burst of dazzling radiance that knocked them straight to the floor. The boys regained their bearings moments later and quickly helped one another to their feet, but it was too late.
Gordon was gone.
CHAPTER 3-
Emmett Frink slowly and painfully picked himself up off the floor of his laboratory, coughing from the smoke that still hovered throughout the tiny room.
Rising to his feet, the Professor stood before his newly operational invention and marveled at how simultaneously wonderful and horrifying the mysteries of science were. His musings were soon interrupted by the loud banging of fists against the Plexiglas.
"Oh, for the love of glayven! What now?" he muttered, turning to see his would be rescuers desperately entreating entrance at his laboratory door.
The duo practically ran him down the instant he let them in.
"Where is he? Where's Gordon?" Dean stomped into the room frantically waving his gun through the mist that lingered where the Time Portal had been only moments before. "Which way did he go?"
"Into the past, of course," the Professor stated, "My good man, were you not paying attention earlier?"
"How do we stop him?" Sam demanded, "How do we bring him back?"
He hurried over to the Time Machine in full Geek Boy mode as he surveyed the numerous dials and buttons across the instrument panel.
"You can't bring him back, silly boy!" Frink irritably slapped the younger man's hands away from the controls, "To reverse the process once it's already completed, why good glayven that's just preposterous!"
"So you're telling us Gordon's already made it back in time and now he's free to obliterate our kid sized asses?" Dean seethed, "Is that how it all goes down?"
"Well, the theory has never been tested, mind you," Frink began, "But according to my calculations, our mentally unbalanced acquaintance should arrive at his chosen date and destination in a relatively inconspicuous fashion and barring any interference from the proper authorities he will in fact be able to dispatch with the two of you as children at which time you will fade into oblivion before my very eyes having never actually existed at your present ages…"
Sam and Dean looked at one another anxiously then gazed down at their own bodies checking to see that everything was still all there.
"…Or it could be that Mr. Walker has just been blown into a billion trillion pieces," the Professor shrugged, "The calculations can be tricky by glayven."
"How will we know which will happen?" Sam fretted.
"I'm rather intrigued to find that out myself!" Frink declared.
Shaking back the sleeve of his lab coat to monitor his watch he grabbed a nearby pointer and began randomly poking the Winchesters testing their solidity.
"Screw this!" Dean snapped, knocking the pointer away mid poke, "I'm not standing around waiting to turn into Mr. Cellophane. Start that sucker up again, Professor! You're gonna send us back in time too!"
"Dean, are you nuts!" Sam gasped, "You heard the man. The machine has never been fully tested!"
"Look, if Gordon is about to pull a Schwarzenegger in T1 and terminate us before we grow up, then we've gotta pull a Schwarzenegger in T2 and go back to protect our younger selves!"
"Or we might get blown into a billion trillion pieces!" Sam reminded his brother.
"That's a chance we'll have to take, Sam. We can't risk letting Gordon wipe us out of existence. Besides, we'll get to interact with ourselves as little kids! Won't it rock to have our own personal Mini-Me's? Just think of what we can teach them!"
Dean rubbed his hands together gleefully then turned his attention back to Frink.
"Hey, make sure you set it up so we get there before Gordon does."
"I don't know, man." Sam winced, "I have a really bad feeling about this. I don't think we should put our lives in the hands of a man who says 'Glayven'"
"It's gonna fine, Bro!" Dean said, "The Professor gives us a head start on Gordon. We get to the house first, do the meet and greet with stinky pants baby you, Kindergarten Casanova me, you know, give 'em the whole: 'Come with me if you want to live' spiel and take 'em to a safe house. Then we lay in wait until Gordon shows up, blow him into a billion trillion pieces ourselves... and then we'll go watch the World Premiere of Purple Rain!"
"Dude. It's out on DVD. We could watch Purple Rain any damn day."
"Not on the big screen," Dean pointed out, "Can you just imagine... that scene with Apollonia by the lake... oh man, seriously. Maybe Gordon isn't quite as Looney Toons as he seems. Plus, Ride the Lightning will actually be available on cassette! You can get one part of my birthday present… a couple decades early!"
"But then how are we supposed to get back to this time?"
"In theory," Frink started, "The effects of the time jaunt should wear off within 24 hours and another Portal will open to bring you back to the present day..."
"Sweet!" Dean grinned, "We'll be back in time for my birthday spankings at Hooters! This is gonna be so awesome!"
"Yes, in theory," Frink continued, "But I will tell you what I attempted to tell your gun wielding friend before. No one really understands the effects of traveling through time and space. The results could be catastrophic!"
"Catastrophic, Dean." Sam echoed the Professor, "Catastrophic means bad!"
Before Dean could come up with a retort, they heard the familiar whirring sound and found themselves once more bathed in neon blue light.
"Hoyven Glayven!" the Professor cried, "Here we go again!"
The Time Portal reappeared in the center of the room. Sam backed away from the swirling vortex, emphatically shaking his head 'No'. Dean grabbed his brother's face with both hands, forcing the taller man to look him in the eye.
"Come on, Sammy! I swear we can do this!" he insisted, "We're gonna rescue Little Sam and Dean, get rid of Gordon once and for all, grab up a fresh off the press copy of Ride the Lightning and get to see Purple Rain all in one day!"
"And then do we use our knowledge of future events to make the world a better place?" Sam sassed.
"Sam. Apollonia Kotero is jumping topless into a lake on the big screen. The world is already a better place! Let's go!"
Dean let out an enthusiastic whoop as he dove head first into the vortex with Sam reluctantly leaping in after him.
In a flash the Winchesters disappeared from Frink's Secret Laboratory and into the unknown.
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It took about ten seconds for Dean to decide that maybe, just maybe Sam had been right. Tumbling with his brother through the seemingly endless blue abyss like a pair of socks in a dryer made the novelty of Time Travel wear off pretty damn quick.
Terrified, nauseous and weary of listening to his own girlish shrieks Dean tried to make the most of their current situation.
"Awesome ride, eh Sammy?" he managed to call out, "Just like the Merry-Go-Round at the playground when we were kids!"
"For very probably the last time ever… it's SAM!" his brother hollered, "And I hated the Merry-Go-Round, Jerk!"
"Bitch!" Dean shot back before promptly adding guilt to his feelings of terror and nausea.
Quite vividly he recalled how he always managed to spin the Merry-Go-Round too fast for Sam to hold on sending the younger boy flying off into the sandbox.
No sooner had his mind's eye conjured up this shameful memory when past and present fraternal traumas met in a horrible collision of unfortunate synchronicity.
A tsunami of light rose up within the Time Portal and crashed against Sam sending him flying off into some unknown realm far beyond Dean's reach.
"Deeeeeee…" Sam's voice trailed off as the nameless void swallowed him whole.
"SAMMY!" Dean screamed, panic-stricken at finding no sign of his brother anywhere.
His fears for Sam soon turned into more immediate concern for his own well-being as he found himself caught in a mind bending whirlwind that pulled his body into a downward spiral.
Senses overwhelmed Dean felt himself rapidly sinking into the black depths of unconsciousness but clung to two final coherent thoughts:
"I hope I don't puke!" and "Where's Sam?"
Next Chapter
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Supernatural. They belong to Eric Kripke. Prof. Emmett Frink is a combination of Doc Emmett Brown from Back to the Future and Professor John Frink from The Simpsons.