Title: Temporal Displacement
Author: Lex 'Spork' Tenou
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Date in Calendar: 13 December 2006
Pairing: Hinted Amy/Lucy
Summary: "In a world...where time travel is a reality...one woman...can save her lover's future."
Spoilers: Takes place in a near future after the D.E.B.S. feature length movie.
Warnings: Mild Language
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Disclaimer: D.E.B.S. was originally written and directed by Angela Robinson.
by Lex "Spork" Tenou
The bitter chill of the Australian winter seeped into her coat, making the still figure break her silent observation with a sudden shiver. "Bleeding cold." Back home, she'd be in shorts and a tank top, not full thermals. She was really starting to dislike this continent.
Turning away from the overlook, Amy strode down the hill toward the small house at the end of the street. Surrounded as it was by numerous similar houses, it was downright nondescript. All that distinguished it was the brightly blooming potted plant in the window.
Not five minutes ago, the sleek purple bike had pulled away from the curb, its rider bent over the gas tank in a sleek crouch. Amy had watched as the characteristic swagger had translated into the confident handling of the machine on the left side of the road.
Her heart ached in her chest. God, knowing what she had to do now...
She waited a full minute after the bike had pulled away before striding to the house. If the intel was right, Cartesian would be in there now, hiding in the upstairs bedroom. She had precisely one minute and twenty two seconds before Gena would walk upstairs and be consigned to her fate.
Reaching the side of the house, she leapt lightly, her fingers grasping onto the edge of the back porch's roof. Pulling her chin even with the edge with the strength of her arms, Amy flipped over, landing lightly in a crouch. The bedroom she was interested in was on the other end of the porch, the open window providing the reason for Gena's imminent arrival. Rapidly, she lightly scrambled across the porch's tarpaper roof, throwing up the window and entering the room quietly. She had forty two seconds remaining. Plenty of time.
Sliding the window back to its original position, her other hand raised her weapon, bringing it to bear on the closet. "Manchester Cartesian, you are under arrest for violating temporal restrictions 123.05, subclause D and E and 1011.21 - and about twenty articles of scumbag." Her grin widened a notch. "Resist. Give me the excuse for saving billions in taxpayer money."
Narrow eyed, the solid frame of Cartesian emerged from the closet, well manicured hands held out before him, his weapon still tucked into the waistband of his tailored jeans. "I shall enjoy raping your corpse, bitch whore." The glare he levelled on her was the same he had turned on her the first time he'd heard her dare to correct him during that "little mixer" that Lucy had thrown.
Amy laughed shortly at his audacity. Twelve seconds. "Tell it to someone who cares." The six pound pull of her trigger never felt so light as she placed a round directly into his neck, just below the jawline. The tracer suffused his system immediately, allowing HQ to draw a bead on his position and restore him when he came from.
Slapping the recall on her wrist, Amy jerked back when she came from. Blinking, she shook her head as Lucy's concerned smirk came into focus within the sterile whiteness of the rejoinder room.
Damn, she hated time travel.