Somewhere Back in Time 10/21
Title: Somewhere Back in Time (chapter 10)
Author: rose_of_pollux
Rating: eventual PG13
Summary: Sequel to Red Sky. Mr. Zero had promised that it wasn't over. Now, he's ready to inflict more misery upon our heroes as they find themselves on the run again--through the very depths of the space-time continuum.
In this Chapter: The quartet ventures into the depths of the Labyrinth.
Warnings: There will be perilous situations in later chapters. Also, this is a Doctor Nez fic, so wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey elements will be ahead, as well.
Genre: Adventure/Drama
Pairing: None
Main Character(s): Mike, Davy, Micky, Peter, Mr. Zero
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine (except for the OCs), and the story is; fictional personas from the TV show.
Notes: N/A
Chapter 10: Lost in the Labyrinth
There wasn’t anything anyone could say and make things any better. The professor paced the area for a moment before speaking again.
“The solution to the problem here is sure to be in the Labyrinth,” she said. “The Angels that have been showing up here aren’t ordinary ones-they were once people. They were the victims of Medusa. There’s supposed to be some sort of key in the Labyrinth that’ll break the curse on them.”
She looked to the quartet.
“As Angels, they are immortal, and they cannot remember their human lives-they won’t want to change back, so they’ll be actively attacking anyone who enters the Labyrinth. But they can’t attack while they’re being watched-I’m sure you know that. I’m sure you can also agree that the more eyes we have on alert, the better. Perhaps, if we go together, we can find the answer to this dilemma.”
“Yeah, probably,” Micky said. “What do you say, Mike?”
“It’s not really up to me anymore, is it? Davy’s the one who’s going to make the call on this. He’s going to be in the most danger.”
“What I want is for things to be back to the way they were before,” Davy said, now pulling away from Mike. “But since that’s not going to happen anytime soon, I’ll settle for curing those Angels so that I don’t have to worry about them.”
And Mike now took a step back, as well.
“Davy…”
As impossible as it sounded, Davy seemed more upset now rather than when he had been thrown back into the past.
Davy turned back to the professor and nodded.
“Let’s go.”
The English boy followed the professor; Micky shrugged and went after Davy.
“You okay?” Peter asked, as Mike stared blankly ahead.
“I thought I was doing the right thing,” the Texan said, watching them retreat. “Why does it seem that everything is just getting worse and worse whenever I try to fix it?”
“It really isn’t. You’re just fooling yourself into thinking it,” Peter said. “We really wish you could believe in yourself like we believe in you-and I bet Davy, having known you the longest, feels that stronger than anyone.”
“Kid needed a hero; I just can’t live up to his expectations,” Mike said. “It only took him this long to realize it.”
“Really? After you looked after him for four years? Mike, you can see it in his eyes how much he still thinks you’re his hero. He thinks the world of you. And he’s really hurt that you don’t want take that role anymore. And Micky and I are more than a little disappointed, too; Davy wasn’t the only one who looked up to you-so did we. And I know that all three of us still do, even now.”
Mike looked back to Peter, and the blond just smiled and patted his shoulder.
“Just think about it, okay? Sure, you make mistakes every once in a while, but that’s because you’re human. And even if you do make a mistake, you go out of your way to fix it. And that’s why I believe that you’re going to be able to fix this, too, once you get a bit of time to work it all out.”
Mike gave a quick nod.
“I hope you’re right, Shotgun,” he said. “Guess we’d better go follow the others. I would rather be there with everyone.”
“Good choice.”
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“Hello?” Micky called, as he, Davy, and the professor took their first steps into the Labyrinth. “Any Angels here?”
“Mick, I really doubt they’d answer,” Mike said, as he seemingly appeared out of nowhere from behind them.
Davy and Micky yelped, turning around to see him and Peter.
“Don’t do that,” the brunet said. He blinked as he noticed that Peter had a sandwich in his hand. “D’you really think now’s the time to eat?”
“Oh, it’s not for eating,” Peter said. “Since we’re going into a big maze, I figured we could use the Hansel and Gretel approach of breadcrumbs to keep track of where we go.”
“As I recall, that method didn’t exactly work for Hansel and Gretel,” Davy pointed out.
“Yeah, but how many birds are going to be in a giant maze?”
“A little quiet, if you please,” Professor Song said, indicating an inscription on the wall. She ran a scanner over it, which seemed to translate the ancient Greek. “Well, that’s interesting…”
“You’ve got the answer to stopping the Angels?” Mike asked.
“I believe I do,” she said. “There is one surviving snake from Medusa’s hair inside the Labyrinth somewhere, alive due to time energy sustaining it-the same time energy that the Angels are feeding off of. If the snake is removed from the Labyrinth…”
“…It cuts off the Angels’ food source and restores everyone to normal?” Mike finished. “I can dig that.”
“The only problem is that trying to find a snake in a maze is going to be like trying to find a needle in a haystack,” Micky said.
“It’s sure to be at the heart of the maze,” the professor said, as she led the way. “The challenge is to get there and back without getting lost.”
“I hope I have enough bread to last us that long…” Peter mused.
“I just hope we don’t run into any Angels,” Davy said, shuddering.
“There’s gotta be more to it than that, isn’t there?” Micky asked, frowning. “I mean, coming in with a crowd to look out for Angels is the logical thing to do. Don’t you think the guys who built this maze threw in some special twists and traps to make it as difficult for us as possible?”
The words were barely past his lips as the ground suddenly began to shake.
“You just had to say it, didn’t you, Mick?” Mike yelped.
The quartet could only stare as large sections of the maze walls began to shift and rearrange themselves, creating new pathways and cutting off old ones.
“The maze is changing!” Peter cried. “It doesn’t matter if we use the bread now; it can just shift around and leave us totally-”
There was a cry from Davy as a section of wall suddenly rose up in front of him, cutting him off from the others.
“Mike!” he cried. “Micky! Peter!” He gulped, audibly, as though taking in the full seriousness of his situation. And then, his voice suddenly rose to a frantic cry. “MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!”
He began hammering on the wall with his fists.
“I’m right here, Davy-I’m right here!” the Texan said, his mind racing. His own insecurities were most certainly unimportant now; he had to get to Davy before the Angels did-but how?
“Look out!” Professor Song exclaimed.
The walls were still moving, and, soon, the professor was cut off from them-and then Mike found himself cut off from Micky and Peter.
“Mike!? Davy!? Professor!?” Micky yelped, his voice approaching a nervous squeak.
“You guys okay?” Peter called.
“Yeah!” Mike called. “Yeah, we’re-”
“I’m not okay!” Davy called, the panic evident in his voice. “There are Angels in this maze, and they’re coming for me!”
“He’s right,” the professor’s voice said, from her position. “He’ll be the one they can track most easily. They’re hungry-and they’ll be going for the prey that’ll be easiest for them to find.”
Everyone heard the shudder from Davy, and the sharp intake of breath from Mike.
“Okay,” the Texan said. “Here’s what we’re going to do. Davy, turn around so that your back is to the wall-keep your eyes open for those Angels.”
“Okay… now what?”
“Follow the sound of my voice-all of you, follow the sound of my voice. Davy, you keep talking to me-we’ll use the sound of our voices as a guide. In fact, what don’t we all sing something? Let’s try a little ‘Pleasant Valley Sunday,’ shall we?”
Nobody questioned it, though the look on the professor’s face must have been priceless as they started to sing. It took a bit of maneuvering, but, after a while, Mike finally turned the corner of one of the passageways and saw Davy heading his way.
The English boy saw him and ran over to hug him.
“You okay?” Mike asked.
“I am now.”
“Great. Hey, Guys? I found Davy!”
“I knew you would!” Peter congratulated him.
“Now we just have to find each other!” Micky said. “But the passageway we’re in doesn’t turn in that direction.”
“Keep following it and make the turn the first time you get the chance!” Mike instructed. “And be careful! I don’t know why we haven’t seen any Angels yet, but it’s putting me into a false sense of security that we really can’t afford right now.”
“I’m a bit curious about that myself,” Professor Song said. “I would have expected them to make an appearance by now; they must be starving-”
She was quickly cut off, and then let out a cry.
“Professor?” Mike asked, his eyes going wide. “Professor!?”
“Quick-this way!” Davy said. “There’s a right turn back here; it should take us right to her!”
Davy led the way, and made the turn, suddenly stopping as he saw a pair of hands gripping at the edge of an open trapdoor.
“Professor!” Davy exclaimed.
“I’ve got her,” Mike said, grabbing both of her hands and helping pull her up. The archaeologist caught her breath, but thanked him.
“Well,” she sighed. “I think I just realized why we haven’t seen any Angels.”
As Davy and Mike looked at her in confusion, she indicated the trapdoor. Mike searched his pockets for a flashlight, but came up with the Sonic Screwdriver instead, which was glowing with a green light. Shrugging, he used the light to illuminated the trapdoor area, and both he and Davy gave a yelp as they saw a large group of statues staring up at them.
“They were waiting for one of us to fall in,” Davy said, with a shudder. “You wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes on all of them, even if you tried-and the shock of the fall would cause you to blink if you landed.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” Mike said. “Hey, Mick? Pete? Both of you watch had better watch your steps! They’ve got trapdoors just waiting for us!” He turned back to the professor as Micky and Peter called back in the affirmative, blinking as she stared at him. “What?”
“Where did you get that?” she asked, indicating the device in his hand.
“What, this? From you-well, a future you. You gave a little something to each of us-you gave Mick that wristwatch thing you’re wearing there, and you gave Davy the Ocarina that helped lead me to him when the Angels got him. Thanks for the loans, by the way; I don’t know how we couldn’t gotten through without you. Wish this thing here was as easy to use as an instrument. I mean, I’m a musician-not a gadget expert.”
“Then let me tell you how to use it,” she said. “Point it at the trapdoor and click that button there.”
Mike did so, and the panel now closed; all was silent underneath.
“Hey, that’s… useful,” Davy commented, grinning.
Mike suddenly frowned.
“You sound awfully chipper for having seen a pit full of Angels…” The Texan trailed off again, his eyes narrowing. “You little schemer… All that yelling and screaming and beating up the wall was just an act!?”
Davy gave a lopsided grin.
“Well, I was scared-still am a bit, I suppose. But I figured that this would be the best way to get you back to your old self. And look at you-you thought up a plan to help us, you found me, and you saved the professor.”
“Good one, Davy!” Micky called.
“So does this mean that you’re our leader again, Mike?” Peter called.
“Now wait just a minute!” Mike protested. “This was all a trick by Tiny here; I never said for a minute that… that I’d… Oh…” He rolled his eyes and then looked to the Professor. “I suppose you’re going to tell me that you could’ve gotten out of that hole yourself?”
“Well, you’ll never know now, will you?” she replied, smirking. She quickly sobered. “They’ll be on their way through the maze now that we’re aware of their plan-we need to find the snake and get out of here.”
“Right,” Mike said. “Hey, Micky! Peter! Better start singing again!”
They all launched into “Pleasant Valley Sunday” again, which quickly ended as Micky suddenly let out an exclamation of surprise.
“It’s the snake!” Peter said, glancing at the slumbering reptile within a glass case. “We found it! All we need to do now is find each other and get out of here!”
And for the first time in a long time, Mike found himself grinning.
“Great. Okay, you two need to find a way back towards the entrance, but we need to stick together here…” Mike trailed off as Davy suddenly clutched at his arm. “What is it?”
“They found me, Mike…”
The Texan turned to see the professor staring down a hoard of Angels.
Author: rose_of_pollux
Rating: eventual PG13
Summary: Sequel to Red Sky. Mr. Zero had promised that it wasn't over. Now, he's ready to inflict more misery upon our heroes as they find themselves on the run again--through the very depths of the space-time continuum.
In this Chapter: The quartet ventures into the depths of the Labyrinth.
Warnings: There will be perilous situations in later chapters. Also, this is a Doctor Nez fic, so wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey elements will be ahead, as well.
Genre: Adventure/Drama
Pairing: None
Main Character(s): Mike, Davy, Micky, Peter, Mr. Zero
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine (except for the OCs), and the story is; fictional personas from the TV show.
Notes: N/A
Chapter 10: Lost in the Labyrinth
There wasn’t anything anyone could say and make things any better. The professor paced the area for a moment before speaking again.
“The solution to the problem here is sure to be in the Labyrinth,” she said. “The Angels that have been showing up here aren’t ordinary ones-they were once people. They were the victims of Medusa. There’s supposed to be some sort of key in the Labyrinth that’ll break the curse on them.”
She looked to the quartet.
“As Angels, they are immortal, and they cannot remember their human lives-they won’t want to change back, so they’ll be actively attacking anyone who enters the Labyrinth. But they can’t attack while they’re being watched-I’m sure you know that. I’m sure you can also agree that the more eyes we have on alert, the better. Perhaps, if we go together, we can find the answer to this dilemma.”
“Yeah, probably,” Micky said. “What do you say, Mike?”
“It’s not really up to me anymore, is it? Davy’s the one who’s going to make the call on this. He’s going to be in the most danger.”
“What I want is for things to be back to the way they were before,” Davy said, now pulling away from Mike. “But since that’s not going to happen anytime soon, I’ll settle for curing those Angels so that I don’t have to worry about them.”
And Mike now took a step back, as well.
“Davy…”
As impossible as it sounded, Davy seemed more upset now rather than when he had been thrown back into the past.
Davy turned back to the professor and nodded.
“Let’s go.”
The English boy followed the professor; Micky shrugged and went after Davy.
“You okay?” Peter asked, as Mike stared blankly ahead.
“I thought I was doing the right thing,” the Texan said, watching them retreat. “Why does it seem that everything is just getting worse and worse whenever I try to fix it?”
“It really isn’t. You’re just fooling yourself into thinking it,” Peter said. “We really wish you could believe in yourself like we believe in you-and I bet Davy, having known you the longest, feels that stronger than anyone.”
“Kid needed a hero; I just can’t live up to his expectations,” Mike said. “It only took him this long to realize it.”
“Really? After you looked after him for four years? Mike, you can see it in his eyes how much he still thinks you’re his hero. He thinks the world of you. And he’s really hurt that you don’t want take that role anymore. And Micky and I are more than a little disappointed, too; Davy wasn’t the only one who looked up to you-so did we. And I know that all three of us still do, even now.”
Mike looked back to Peter, and the blond just smiled and patted his shoulder.
“Just think about it, okay? Sure, you make mistakes every once in a while, but that’s because you’re human. And even if you do make a mistake, you go out of your way to fix it. And that’s why I believe that you’re going to be able to fix this, too, once you get a bit of time to work it all out.”
Mike gave a quick nod.
“I hope you’re right, Shotgun,” he said. “Guess we’d better go follow the others. I would rather be there with everyone.”
“Good choice.”
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“Hello?” Micky called, as he, Davy, and the professor took their first steps into the Labyrinth. “Any Angels here?”
“Mick, I really doubt they’d answer,” Mike said, as he seemingly appeared out of nowhere from behind them.
Davy and Micky yelped, turning around to see him and Peter.
“Don’t do that,” the brunet said. He blinked as he noticed that Peter had a sandwich in his hand. “D’you really think now’s the time to eat?”
“Oh, it’s not for eating,” Peter said. “Since we’re going into a big maze, I figured we could use the Hansel and Gretel approach of breadcrumbs to keep track of where we go.”
“As I recall, that method didn’t exactly work for Hansel and Gretel,” Davy pointed out.
“Yeah, but how many birds are going to be in a giant maze?”
“A little quiet, if you please,” Professor Song said, indicating an inscription on the wall. She ran a scanner over it, which seemed to translate the ancient Greek. “Well, that’s interesting…”
“You’ve got the answer to stopping the Angels?” Mike asked.
“I believe I do,” she said. “There is one surviving snake from Medusa’s hair inside the Labyrinth somewhere, alive due to time energy sustaining it-the same time energy that the Angels are feeding off of. If the snake is removed from the Labyrinth…”
“…It cuts off the Angels’ food source and restores everyone to normal?” Mike finished. “I can dig that.”
“The only problem is that trying to find a snake in a maze is going to be like trying to find a needle in a haystack,” Micky said.
“It’s sure to be at the heart of the maze,” the professor said, as she led the way. “The challenge is to get there and back without getting lost.”
“I hope I have enough bread to last us that long…” Peter mused.
“I just hope we don’t run into any Angels,” Davy said, shuddering.
“There’s gotta be more to it than that, isn’t there?” Micky asked, frowning. “I mean, coming in with a crowd to look out for Angels is the logical thing to do. Don’t you think the guys who built this maze threw in some special twists and traps to make it as difficult for us as possible?”
The words were barely past his lips as the ground suddenly began to shake.
“You just had to say it, didn’t you, Mick?” Mike yelped.
The quartet could only stare as large sections of the maze walls began to shift and rearrange themselves, creating new pathways and cutting off old ones.
“The maze is changing!” Peter cried. “It doesn’t matter if we use the bread now; it can just shift around and leave us totally-”
There was a cry from Davy as a section of wall suddenly rose up in front of him, cutting him off from the others.
“Mike!” he cried. “Micky! Peter!” He gulped, audibly, as though taking in the full seriousness of his situation. And then, his voice suddenly rose to a frantic cry. “MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!”
He began hammering on the wall with his fists.
“I’m right here, Davy-I’m right here!” the Texan said, his mind racing. His own insecurities were most certainly unimportant now; he had to get to Davy before the Angels did-but how?
“Look out!” Professor Song exclaimed.
The walls were still moving, and, soon, the professor was cut off from them-and then Mike found himself cut off from Micky and Peter.
“Mike!? Davy!? Professor!?” Micky yelped, his voice approaching a nervous squeak.
“You guys okay?” Peter called.
“Yeah!” Mike called. “Yeah, we’re-”
“I’m not okay!” Davy called, the panic evident in his voice. “There are Angels in this maze, and they’re coming for me!”
“He’s right,” the professor’s voice said, from her position. “He’ll be the one they can track most easily. They’re hungry-and they’ll be going for the prey that’ll be easiest for them to find.”
Everyone heard the shudder from Davy, and the sharp intake of breath from Mike.
“Okay,” the Texan said. “Here’s what we’re going to do. Davy, turn around so that your back is to the wall-keep your eyes open for those Angels.”
“Okay… now what?”
“Follow the sound of my voice-all of you, follow the sound of my voice. Davy, you keep talking to me-we’ll use the sound of our voices as a guide. In fact, what don’t we all sing something? Let’s try a little ‘Pleasant Valley Sunday,’ shall we?”
Nobody questioned it, though the look on the professor’s face must have been priceless as they started to sing. It took a bit of maneuvering, but, after a while, Mike finally turned the corner of one of the passageways and saw Davy heading his way.
The English boy saw him and ran over to hug him.
“You okay?” Mike asked.
“I am now.”
“Great. Hey, Guys? I found Davy!”
“I knew you would!” Peter congratulated him.
“Now we just have to find each other!” Micky said. “But the passageway we’re in doesn’t turn in that direction.”
“Keep following it and make the turn the first time you get the chance!” Mike instructed. “And be careful! I don’t know why we haven’t seen any Angels yet, but it’s putting me into a false sense of security that we really can’t afford right now.”
“I’m a bit curious about that myself,” Professor Song said. “I would have expected them to make an appearance by now; they must be starving-”
She was quickly cut off, and then let out a cry.
“Professor?” Mike asked, his eyes going wide. “Professor!?”
“Quick-this way!” Davy said. “There’s a right turn back here; it should take us right to her!”
Davy led the way, and made the turn, suddenly stopping as he saw a pair of hands gripping at the edge of an open trapdoor.
“Professor!” Davy exclaimed.
“I’ve got her,” Mike said, grabbing both of her hands and helping pull her up. The archaeologist caught her breath, but thanked him.
“Well,” she sighed. “I think I just realized why we haven’t seen any Angels.”
As Davy and Mike looked at her in confusion, she indicated the trapdoor. Mike searched his pockets for a flashlight, but came up with the Sonic Screwdriver instead, which was glowing with a green light. Shrugging, he used the light to illuminated the trapdoor area, and both he and Davy gave a yelp as they saw a large group of statues staring up at them.
“They were waiting for one of us to fall in,” Davy said, with a shudder. “You wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes on all of them, even if you tried-and the shock of the fall would cause you to blink if you landed.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” Mike said. “Hey, Mick? Pete? Both of you watch had better watch your steps! They’ve got trapdoors just waiting for us!” He turned back to the professor as Micky and Peter called back in the affirmative, blinking as she stared at him. “What?”
“Where did you get that?” she asked, indicating the device in his hand.
“What, this? From you-well, a future you. You gave a little something to each of us-you gave Mick that wristwatch thing you’re wearing there, and you gave Davy the Ocarina that helped lead me to him when the Angels got him. Thanks for the loans, by the way; I don’t know how we couldn’t gotten through without you. Wish this thing here was as easy to use as an instrument. I mean, I’m a musician-not a gadget expert.”
“Then let me tell you how to use it,” she said. “Point it at the trapdoor and click that button there.”
Mike did so, and the panel now closed; all was silent underneath.
“Hey, that’s… useful,” Davy commented, grinning.
Mike suddenly frowned.
“You sound awfully chipper for having seen a pit full of Angels…” The Texan trailed off again, his eyes narrowing. “You little schemer… All that yelling and screaming and beating up the wall was just an act!?”
Davy gave a lopsided grin.
“Well, I was scared-still am a bit, I suppose. But I figured that this would be the best way to get you back to your old self. And look at you-you thought up a plan to help us, you found me, and you saved the professor.”
“Good one, Davy!” Micky called.
“So does this mean that you’re our leader again, Mike?” Peter called.
“Now wait just a minute!” Mike protested. “This was all a trick by Tiny here; I never said for a minute that… that I’d… Oh…” He rolled his eyes and then looked to the Professor. “I suppose you’re going to tell me that you could’ve gotten out of that hole yourself?”
“Well, you’ll never know now, will you?” she replied, smirking. She quickly sobered. “They’ll be on their way through the maze now that we’re aware of their plan-we need to find the snake and get out of here.”
“Right,” Mike said. “Hey, Micky! Peter! Better start singing again!”
They all launched into “Pleasant Valley Sunday” again, which quickly ended as Micky suddenly let out an exclamation of surprise.
“It’s the snake!” Peter said, glancing at the slumbering reptile within a glass case. “We found it! All we need to do now is find each other and get out of here!”
And for the first time in a long time, Mike found himself grinning.
“Great. Okay, you two need to find a way back towards the entrance, but we need to stick together here…” Mike trailed off as Davy suddenly clutched at his arm. “What is it?”
“They found me, Mike…”
The Texan turned to see the professor staring down a hoard of Angels.