Summary: The Agency’s latest project causes some unusual results.
Timeline: Season 3.
Disclaimer: The Invisible Man characters belong to their respective entities. Made-ups are mine and mine alone.
Darien Fawkes approached the Keeper’s lab in search of another discussion on getting the gland out of his brain.
“Claire? Hey, Keep, ya in here?” Darien called. It was a literal ghost town in the Keep. “That’s strange.”
He began asking around to no avail. Finally, he was able to get the slightest hint from Eberts. Apparently she was working on a “top secret” project for the Agency and would be unavailable until the end of the week.
“Curiosity killed the cat, Fawkes. When they say ‘top secret’, they mean it,” Hobbes warned.
“Well, you know what that means to me?” Darien asked his partner loftily.
“What?” Bobby asked, knowing full well what was coming.
“Oh… I don’t know…” Darien replied breezily. “A little bit of this… maybe,” he added, turning invisible.
“Fawkes, c’mon. The Fat Man will have you toasted,” Hobbes warned him again.
“In that case… I’d like to be served butter side up, please,” he said in reply, his voice fading away.
Not being a slave to counteragent definitely had its perks. But doing a little invisible peek to quell his insatiable curiosity was a huge plus. Hobbes was able to pinpoint Claire’s exact location, deep in the bowels of the Agency.
Easily bypassing the Agency’s lame security measures with his boundless skills, he was able to slip into the room undetected. Claire and a bunch of important-looking scientists were crowded around a colossal mechanical apparatus that had seats, levers, buttons, and other strange instruments attached to it. Fawkes tried to comprehend their scientist-speak, but couldn’t. Instead, he tried to understand by watching.
One scientist remarked, “Is it cold in here or what?”
Another shivered and replied, “Yeah. Turn the heat up a bit.”
The first said, “The temperature must be steady for the project, otherwise all of our data will be for nothing.”
Finally, Claire spoke up. “Please, guys! We cannot get lost in arguments. We are so close to completing the time machine, I can taste it!”
‘Time machine? We’ve already brought to life enough H.G. Wells’ novels to last a lifetime,’ Darien thought to himself.
Suddenly Claire whipped her head around, thermal goggles firmly covering her eyes. “Darien!” she exclaimed.
“Aw crap,” he countered.
“How much did you see?” the Official asked.
“I swear I didn’t see anything Chief,” Darien replied.
“You must have seen something. You were standing there quite a long time from what I can tell,” Claire replied.
“Darien. What did you see?” The Official asked again, his portly frame towering over Fawkes.
“I did not see anything,” Darien replied again, drawing out each syllable.
“Eberts!” The Official said. Eberts promptly dropped a thick stack of papers on the Official’s desk.
“What’s that?” Darien and Claire asked in unison.
“Confidentiality agreement. Since Darien is unwilling to share the full extent of his reconnaissance, this is a reassurance to the Official and this Agency that should he be captured by enemy forces, he will not divulge the information under extreme duress,” Eberts explained.
“What? Hell no, I’m not signing that,” Darien argued.
Charlie growled. “Sign it,” he replied.
Fawkes cracked. “I know you’re building a time machine! What’s the big deal?” he exploded.
The Official grunted his approval. “No big deal,” he said, chuckling in such a way that he meant more than he was saying.
“Claire, he’s scaring me. What isn’t he saying?” Darien asked.
The Keeper sighed. “The Agency’s understaffed as you know,” Claire began. Fawkes nodded; this was not news. “The Official has volunteered you and Bobby as participants in the maiden flight of the time machine,” she explained.
“No. You can’t do this!” Fawkes argued.
Charlie paused in mid-chuckle and replied, “Yes, I can.”
Forty-eight hours later, Darien and Hobbes were being strapped into the time machine.
“Hey, guys? Where are you sending us? ” Darien asked the scientists.
“Can’t tell you,” one replied.
“A hint?” Fawkes persisted.
“No,” another replied.
“Darien, stop. We’re not going to tell you,” Claire said from in front of the time machine.
An attractive scientist was strapping in Bobby and blushed when she found Hobbes watched her intently.
“Hey there beautiful,” he whispered.
“Hi,” she whispered back.
“You new here?” he asked.
“Yeah. I was hired for this project,” she replied.
“Bobby Hobbes,” he introduced himself.
“Paige Christensen,” she replied, shaking his hand.
“So where are we going?” Bobby asked her.
“Oh, I can’t tell you that, Mr. Hobbes. I’m sorry,” she said apologetically.
“Please, call me Bobby,” he replied gently. She grinned, her cheeks an interesting pink.
“C’mon Miss Christensen. We’re friends, right? Just a little hint,” he begged.
Paige pursed her lips. “You can call me Paige,” she replied. Her voice dropped to the lowest octaves.
“Our target destination for this flight is to Dallas, Texas, when President Kennedy was shot,” she murmured.
“Is this going to hurt at all?” Darien asked them.
“That’s why you’re our guinea pigs, to let us know what happens,” the Official interrupted, patting his shoulder.
“Somehow that doesn’t make me feel better,” Fawkes replied.
“It‘s not supposed to Fawkes,” Hobbes reassured him.
“Ready!” Claire called, from her place in front of the time machine.
With the pushing and pulling off several levers and buttons, a bright flash of light blinded them all… Darien and Bobby screamed in terror. Then suddenly the time machine shut down.
“Hey, this looks just like the Agency,” Hobbes said.
“That’s because it still is! We didn’t go anywhere,” Fawkes complained.
The scientists scurried around to see what had happened.
“Oh sorry! My bad,” one scientist said, emerging from the bowels of the machine.
“Try it again,” the scientist instructed Claire.
Fawkes and Hobbes had no clue what was happening, had happened, nor did they care. Their opinion didn’t matter, so they knew they had to suck it up and hope for the best. Claire once again pushed and pulled the main lever and another scientist pressed the necessary buttons.
This time, the blinding flash of light transported them to a long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.
They had landed in the middle of an arena full of huge ugly monsters. From their vantage point in the back, Hobbes and Darien could see Anakin Skywalker, Padme Amidala, and Obi-Wan Kenobi tied to posts in the middle of the arena. In front of them was Mace Windu, and they were surrounded by the other Jedi.
Wearing traditional Jedi robes, and holding blue and green lightsabers, Hobbes and Darien stared at each other in awe. “Fawkes! Is this what I think it means?” Hobbes asked.
“Aw man! We’re in Star Wars!” Fawkes replied.
Just then, the battle began. Darien held his hand up and used the Force to get a fallen Jedi’s lightsaber and kicked some droid ass.
“Fawkes! Behind you!” Bobby cried as an errant blast was headed for his partner. Without a second thought, Hobbes used the Force too, sending the blast towards a group of droids.
“Hate to say it, but we’re outnumbered,” Fawkes yelled to Bobby.
“I know!” Hobbes screamed towards Darien’s general direction, helping a fellow Jedi fight off another wave of droids.
“But we’re fighting for the Republic, remember?” Fawkes replied.
“Right!” Hobbes replied. They paused, breathing heavily.
Holding up their lightsabers triumphantly, they yelled together in one voice, “For the Republic!”
The Dynamic Duo charged back into battle. The Jedi were taking heavy losses and needed a miracle.
Just like in the movie they snuck into invisibly weeks before, Yoda showed up with the clone army and they were lifted out of the arena and into safety. Before they could speak, a bright flash of light transported them back to the Agency.
“It was so intense! I was Luke Skywalker for fifteen minutes!” Darien exclaimed happily.
“Oh no, my friend. I’m Luke Skywalker… you’re Princess Leia,” Hobbes replied.
“Princess Leia??” Fawkes asked incredulously.
“Yeah, both of youse got hair issues,” Bobby explained.
“No, I’m more like C-3PO… but then you‘d be R2-D2!” Fawkes shot back.
Before they could continue arguing, the Official held up his hand and interrupted them. “So you mean to tell me that our time machine isn’t really a time machine? It zaps people into movies?” he asked.
“From what the boys’ report sir, yes, I’d say so,” Claire replied.
“Go back to the drawing board,” Charlie instructed. Claire nodded and prepared to leave. “Find out what went wrong,” he added.
Hobbes and Fawkes followed after her, like a couple of excited puppies.
“Claire! You should’ve been there. Bobby Hobbes was kicking some droid booty,” he preened.
“One of the Jedi was hurt, so I used the Force to get his lightsaber,” Darien added gleefully.
“Well, I’m glad you two had fun. I don’t know which calculation screwed up,” Claire said, heavy in her thoughts.
“Don’t worry so much Claire. I’m sure you’ll get it,” Bobby told her helpfully.
“We’re not on duty for a couple of days. Let’s go see ‘Attack of the Clones’ again!” Darien shouted.
“Whoa, calm down there, my friend. One of these days you’re going to find yourself outside a theater wearing a Chewbacca costume wondering what happened to your life,” Hobbes warned.
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