Back In Time (PG-13) Ch 1 Champagne Challenge #140
Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 6:30 pm
This is a Moonlight crossover with Back To the Future. (Which was a time travel movie in 1985 a very important year for Mick St. John) It will have at least one maybe two more chapters over the next couple of weeks.
I do not own any characters, no copyright infringement is intended.
Mick had been sitting in the car for hours. He was surprised to see Josef’s convertible pull up. He rolled down the window and Josef snapped.
“Drive. You have one minute to get out of here. Meet me at the mansion.”
Mick turned on the engine and sped off. Fifteen minutes later he arrived at Josef’s Hollywood Palace.
“When are you getting a car phone? Josef growled. It’s 1985.
“Josef, if someone needs to reach me they can call me at home or the office. The service will track me down.”
“You were about to get arrested. Mrs. Turner called the cops and said a man was parked on her street the last three nights at 2AM. If you had a car phone when I got the call from LAPD I could have gotten in touch with you.
Mick slumped in his chair. “All right I’ll get a car phone.”
“How about you stop being a stalker?”
“I’m not stalking her. I’m making sure nothing bad happens to her.”
“Mick…..Coraline is dead. The child is safe.”
“Josef, it’s a dangerous world we live in. There are perverts and….
Josef raised his hand. “I know but you’re crossing a line. I’m going to be leaving in a few months.”
Mick was surprised. “Leaving?”
“Yes. Unlike you I don’t stay in one city for fifty years. I’m thinking Chicago, maybe you’d like a fresh start.”
Mick’s answer was immediate. “No.”
Josef sighed. “In that case I want to make sure you don’t get destroyed by the Cleaners before I go. He tossed him a wallet and passport.
“What’s this?”
“Travel documents. I want you to leave LA for a month and when you come back you’ll see nothing happened to the baby. I need to make sure you’re not going to spend the rest of your life following her. It’s not good for you or her.”
“Josef…..
Josef clapped his hands. “Enough. You fly to London tomorrow. I want a nice big ocean to separate us. There are credit cards in that wallet to go wherever you want.
Mick’s eyes turned silver. “I’m not a freshie looking for a sugar daddy.”
Josef also transitioned. “Drinking dead blood has put you in a sour mood. You weren’t always so judgmental of feeders. It’s not my money anyway. I’ll reimburse myself from your retirement account. Mick, it’s important that you get some distance, otherwise that woman is going to get scared and disappear in the middle of the day with that child and you’ll never find her.
Josef said the magic words. Beth was the only reason he didn’t drive into the desert and wait for death. If he lost her…..it was unthinkable. Better to lose track for a few weeks instead of forever.
Mick flew to London and tried to forget about Beth. He tried and failed. Every little blonde girl reminded him. He foolishly left London for Stockholm and in the ocean of blondes left for Zurich. Josef had been encouraging him for years to open a Swiss Bank Account.
Three weeks into his exile he flew back to the United States and arrived in San Francisco. He couldn’t risk going into LAX, he was sure Josef had the airport staked out.
He rented a car and drove to Hill Valley, CA. He used to spend two weeks there every summer from the time he could walk until he was a teenager. His Mom had grown up here and his Aunt Sarah had married into the wealthy Brown family.
He and his cousin Emmett had been something of an anomaly both being only children in a time of big families. Emmett was two years older but they always enjoyed playing together. They stopped visiting when Emmett went away to college and then the war and life caused them to drift apart. The last time he saw Emmett was on his wedding day in 1952. Aunt Sarah and Uncle Erhardt had died in a car crash in 1950, for all he knew Emmett was dead. He would be at least sixty-five by now.
Mick drove around Hill Valley and couldn’t believe all the changes. He hadn’t been there since 1938. What was once a nice small town was now a suburban sprawl with shopping malls. He drove up the road to where the Brown mansion should be but there was nothing there. Mick found himself overcome with sorrow. He didn’t know if Emmett had ever married, had kids or what happened to their huge house. He walked on the property and saw that the treehouse where Emmett showed him his science experiments was still there. He continue to walk the grounds and saw the huge parking garage where Uncle Erhardt had kept four cars an unimaginable amount in 1935. He wondered why the garage and treehouse remained. If Emmett had sold the property wouldn’t the new owners have bulldozed everything. He was so distracted he didn’t hear the dog coming until it had actually latched on to his leg. He bared his own fangs and the dog let go and started to whimper. He felt guilty. The little dog looked just like the sheepdogs Emmett had growing up.
“Good boy. I’m not going to hurt you.” Mick said gently
The dog cowered in fear and Mick heard a voice cry out.
“Einstein! Einstein! What did you do to my dog?”
Mick could have run, probably should have run but instead he turned to face the voice.
Doctor Emmett Brown’s jaw dropped and he said. “Great Scott! It’s Mickey St. John.
I do not own any characters, no copyright infringement is intended.
Mick had been sitting in the car for hours. He was surprised to see Josef’s convertible pull up. He rolled down the window and Josef snapped.
“Drive. You have one minute to get out of here. Meet me at the mansion.”
Mick turned on the engine and sped off. Fifteen minutes later he arrived at Josef’s Hollywood Palace.
“When are you getting a car phone? Josef growled. It’s 1985.
“Josef, if someone needs to reach me they can call me at home or the office. The service will track me down.”
“You were about to get arrested. Mrs. Turner called the cops and said a man was parked on her street the last three nights at 2AM. If you had a car phone when I got the call from LAPD I could have gotten in touch with you.
Mick slumped in his chair. “All right I’ll get a car phone.”
“How about you stop being a stalker?”
“I’m not stalking her. I’m making sure nothing bad happens to her.”
“Mick…..Coraline is dead. The child is safe.”
“Josef, it’s a dangerous world we live in. There are perverts and….
Josef raised his hand. “I know but you’re crossing a line. I’m going to be leaving in a few months.”
Mick was surprised. “Leaving?”
“Yes. Unlike you I don’t stay in one city for fifty years. I’m thinking Chicago, maybe you’d like a fresh start.”
Mick’s answer was immediate. “No.”
Josef sighed. “In that case I want to make sure you don’t get destroyed by the Cleaners before I go. He tossed him a wallet and passport.
“What’s this?”
“Travel documents. I want you to leave LA for a month and when you come back you’ll see nothing happened to the baby. I need to make sure you’re not going to spend the rest of your life following her. It’s not good for you or her.”
“Josef…..
Josef clapped his hands. “Enough. You fly to London tomorrow. I want a nice big ocean to separate us. There are credit cards in that wallet to go wherever you want.
Mick’s eyes turned silver. “I’m not a freshie looking for a sugar daddy.”
Josef also transitioned. “Drinking dead blood has put you in a sour mood. You weren’t always so judgmental of feeders. It’s not my money anyway. I’ll reimburse myself from your retirement account. Mick, it’s important that you get some distance, otherwise that woman is going to get scared and disappear in the middle of the day with that child and you’ll never find her.
Josef said the magic words. Beth was the only reason he didn’t drive into the desert and wait for death. If he lost her…..it was unthinkable. Better to lose track for a few weeks instead of forever.
Mick flew to London and tried to forget about Beth. He tried and failed. Every little blonde girl reminded him. He foolishly left London for Stockholm and in the ocean of blondes left for Zurich. Josef had been encouraging him for years to open a Swiss Bank Account.
Three weeks into his exile he flew back to the United States and arrived in San Francisco. He couldn’t risk going into LAX, he was sure Josef had the airport staked out.
He rented a car and drove to Hill Valley, CA. He used to spend two weeks there every summer from the time he could walk until he was a teenager. His Mom had grown up here and his Aunt Sarah had married into the wealthy Brown family.
He and his cousin Emmett had been something of an anomaly both being only children in a time of big families. Emmett was two years older but they always enjoyed playing together. They stopped visiting when Emmett went away to college and then the war and life caused them to drift apart. The last time he saw Emmett was on his wedding day in 1952. Aunt Sarah and Uncle Erhardt had died in a car crash in 1950, for all he knew Emmett was dead. He would be at least sixty-five by now.
Mick drove around Hill Valley and couldn’t believe all the changes. He hadn’t been there since 1938. What was once a nice small town was now a suburban sprawl with shopping malls. He drove up the road to where the Brown mansion should be but there was nothing there. Mick found himself overcome with sorrow. He didn’t know if Emmett had ever married, had kids or what happened to their huge house. He walked on the property and saw that the treehouse where Emmett showed him his science experiments was still there. He continue to walk the grounds and saw the huge parking garage where Uncle Erhardt had kept four cars an unimaginable amount in 1935. He wondered why the garage and treehouse remained. If Emmett had sold the property wouldn’t the new owners have bulldozed everything. He was so distracted he didn’t hear the dog coming until it had actually latched on to his leg. He bared his own fangs and the dog let go and started to whimper. He felt guilty. The little dog looked just like the sheepdogs Emmett had growing up.
“Good boy. I’m not going to hurt you.” Mick said gently
The dog cowered in fear and Mick heard a voice cry out.
“Einstein! Einstein! What did you do to my dog?”
Mick could have run, probably should have run but instead he turned to face the voice.
Doctor Emmett Brown’s jaw dropped and he said. “Great Scott! It’s Mickey St. John.
I love that Emmett isn't even going to think it odd to see a young Mick--he'll just thing someone else beat him to the time travel thing!
Mick and Emmett Brown... just think of the possibilities... 
Josef handles everything but this might be even bigger than him.
I haven't thought about those in years! 
I'm anxious to see how the time travelling Dr. Brown and our ageless vamp get along 
