JP: Tip-ex in time

Who: Dick Reccard, Stella Chrysler
Where: The medi-bay
When: You're kidding, right? It's not as if time has any meaning any more.
Reccard stepped into the medi-bay, slowly looking around; the temporal
signature of each person being displayed on the lens of his time glasses. A
slight beeping noise in his earpiece directed him towards the operating
room. He opened the door and stepped inside to be confronted by an irate Dr
Keto.
"Who the smeg are you and why the smeg are you back here?" Dr Keto demanded,
bypassing the traditional social formalities that had evolved over the eons
to help keep mankind from exterminating each other.
"Dick Reccard, Time Jogger," he replied, presenting his ID with his left
hand, then pressing a gun into Keto's chest with his right. "And this gun
here gives me all the authority I need to be back here. You take over here,
Stella's going to take a little walk with me."
He stepped up behind Stella. "All right, I'm from TCIS, you're coming with
me. Come along quietly, and everything will work out just fine. I've got a
stage seven time crisis here and I'm not happy. I've got a stage seven time
crisis here and I'm not happy. I've got a stage seven time crisis here and
I'm not happy. I've got a stage seven time crisis here and I'm not happy.
I've got a stage seven time crisis here and I'm not happy. I've got a stage
seven time crisis here and I'm not happy. God, I hate time loops. Now just
step outside with me, so we can have a little 'discussion' about the chaos
you have wrought."
Stella, hands raised walked slowly out the medibay into the corridor. "Well
Reccard....this is certainly a more private setting...what do you for
interrogation? Take me to the movies?"
"Shut it Chrysler, you're under arrest for knowingly corrupting the time
line, and in doing so you've not only altered history you've also caused it
to jump about randomly!"
"OOPS!" Stella offered.
"Now, this is stage seven time crisis, which is one of the highest on the
books." Record stated, shouting to make himself heard over the battle of
midway which was being fought in the closet next to them. "By allowing
this to happen while I was present, I've pretty much nixed any opportunity
for me to get my five percent bonus this year, unless I fix the damn thing.
So, I'm going to offer you and your friends a chance that very few in your
position get. Help me fix the timelines, and I won't hunt you all down and
kill you like dogs. Sound good?"
"Certainly sounds interesting" said Stella, "But what happens after we fix
the timelines?"
"I'll let you go, you have my word"
"Oh cos that means SOOOO much to me"
"Tell me, where do you get this razor sharp wit of yours?"
"Dad.....or possibly the milkman i dunno" She joked.
"Look," Stella said in a more serious tone, "You've peaked my interest, BUT
you gotta give me your word that you'll not only harm me or the guys, but
that you'll steer clear of the people who sent us here to, now lets go find
my brother"
"I can only promise that provided they never make use of a time macine
again, and steer clear of all forms of temporal research," Reccard stated
grimly.
"Isn't that a tad harsh? They didn't mean to cause this chaos."
Reccard opened the closet again. A crossbow bolt shot out of it, passed a
few milimeters above the top of Stella's head, slicing off a lock of hair
and slammed into the wall, where it then disappeared.
"A crossbow bolt in the head's harsh. Let's go."
After about an hour they found Dylan. "Hey little bro" Stella said "This
guys got a deal for us" she said nudging Reccard in the ribs. "Oh?" said
Dylan, "what you got for us?"
"Simple, you help me restore the timelines I let you both live" Reccard said
coldly.
"interesting..." said Dylan, stopping mid sentence, and doubling over in
pain "whats wrong?" said Stella, pulling out her medi-scanner. before
dropping her scanner and joing Dylan in the doubled over position, both
Chryslers screamed in agony, Reccard watched.
And with a flash, the two Chryslers popped out of existence as the time
lines finished rewriting history after the death of their father before they
were born. Reccard would have completely forgotten about them, if it hadn't
been for a device surgically implanted in his brain that recorded his
memories and reminded him who he was every three nano-seconds, thus
preventing him from being affected by temporal changes. A necessary device
when traveling in time.
"Well, this isn't good," he muttered. "Looks like the temporal erasures have
started. Now I'm definetly not going to get my bonus, and I'll probably lose
the promotion I'm going to get next year. Some people have no
consideration."