Back Where I Started From

                            By:

                         Fox Cutter

4/20/96:

Sipping at my coffee, I watched out the windows, as the
second, smaller, sun of Prid slowly kisses the horizon.

I sighed a bit, finding my coffee had cold down hours
before. I set the cup down next to a pile a papers and
picked up the top sheet.

Reading over it, I set it back down in disgust. It was the
same paper I had read over and over again in the past few
hours.

Running my paws through my hair I sighed. The papers covered
the charter, and rules of the HammerHeads, desperately
searching for some kind of league loophole, something,
ANYTHING to get me out of the grasp.

"Damn it," I muttered to myself, "I need some sleep."

I made a passing glance at my watch, and epped, "37 hours, I
REALLY need some sleep."

Collecting all the different documents, I hugged them to my
beast, and dumped my coffee into the sink. I headed to my
bedroom, and was pulling of my shirt to crawl into bed (I
don't bother with clothing in bed, and considering my career
choice, it's very odd) when there was buzz from the mail
system.

Sighing, I ran downstairs (grabbing a robe on the way down),
and check the computer. Blinking I was surprised that there
was nothing new, just some ship information Fox had gotten a
few days before. Shaking my head, I looked around. Beside
the terminal was a small fax machine, as Fox called it, that
was hooked up to a teletype network system. It was spitting
out the second page of the mail.

Scooping it up, I read the header. I got the idea that I
should not read it, and was about to set it back in the bin
when the front door open.

Glancing over, I was Fox silhouetted by the shimmering light
produced my the teleport curtain. Stepping in he closed the
door, and flipping on a light. "Hi Oria."

I grinned, adjusting my robe a bit, "Hi Fox, great timing,
you just got a fax."

He made a bit of a face, "That's strange, who would actually
fax me, here?"

I handed it over, "The brothers."

He nodded, "Ah... that could be about my moving the fold
again."

"Oh, you got an apartment?"

He shook his head, looking down at the fax, "No... I moved
it back."

"What?!"

He looked up, and I saw some dried blood in the corner of
his eye, a sure sign that he had been crying, in his limited
way. "I got fired, to long of a story, and to much extra
shit along with it." He glanced back down at the fax.

Reading over it, he mutter to himself as he went. Looking
back up he said, "This is... well not bad... but not good
either."

"Oh?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Well... it appeases that at just seconds before I moved the
fold, there was a supernova about 2000 light years away, in
my universe, core-wards."

I nodded, that's one thing that wasn't in the advanced
classes. Supernova's, while it takes years for the light and
energy to get around, the effect on the folds was instant.
It could totally rearrange the folds of a clusters of folds,
and sometimes even move groups of megafolds. In short, it
was not a REALLY good thing.

Fox continued, "The brothers had said to watch out for any
strange side effects. And made a note about finding someone
kind of complex on Luna."

I blinked, that was a sudden change of mental track, "Um...
Isn't that generally a bad thing, someone living on your
moon?"

He shook his head, "Nope, just means all the nuts are right
about someone else being on the moon before we got here. I
mean, it's not like there's somebody from Earth living there
right now!" He chuckled, "Just two platipi, who are leaving
for the megafold as we speak."

I nodded, and tightened my robe, "Ok. I'm heading to bed."

He nodded, sitting on the couch, looking over a piece of
folded paper he pulled from his pocket, "No problem, I'll
hit the sack myself, after I finish going over the list of
stuff the got stolen."

"What?"

He sighed, "To long of a story, go to bed. I mean, you're
bags under your eyes have bags under them."

I nodded, "Night."

"Night," he muttered, not really paying attention

I shook my head, I could have done a strip show right then,
and he wouldn't have noticed.

Heading back up to my room, I threw my robe off. The passing
edge of the robe clipped a small porcelain box on the
dresser, sending it to the floor. The fall knocked the top
off, and sent the contents to the floor.

I sighed, and picked up what fell out, setting it back in
the small box. Setting the lid back on I activated a statis
field that keep the contents of the box from aging.

Setting back on the dresser, I shook my head. "Not yet... a
few more months, when I get the last pieces. Then..." I
grinned, plans made nearly a year ago starting to come
together.

Striping the rest of the way, I crawled into bed. Fox was
hiding something from me, I could tell that easily. But I
was hiding something from him, something I had many plans
for. The second dose of Bliss....