Apocalypse Rising (Book Three)

Blink

This is actually an interlude, but I think you guys'll like it. ;) I like it better than the actual ending of "Blink."

Enjoy! Oh, and by the way . . . you guys are at 129 comments. :D Try and make it to 150 by the end of "Last of the Time Lords?" :)

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"OK," Larry Nightingale said as he inserted a DVD into his portable DVD player. "This is the one with the clearest sound. Slightly better picture quality on this one, but I don't know - "

"It doesn't matter," Sally Sparrow interrupted.

"OK," Larry nodded as a blonde girl with her hair in fishtail braids appeared, wearing a dark rose pink turtleneck with a black cardigan. "There she is."

"The Apocalypse," Sally nodded.

"Who's the Apocalypse?"

"She's the Apocalypse."

"Yup," the girl nodded from onscreen. "That's me."

"OK, that was scary," Sally blinked.

"No, it sounds like she's replying, but she always says that," Larry said.

"Yes, I do," the Apocalypse agreed.

"And that."

"Yup. And this."

"She can hear us," Sally gaped. "Oh, my God, you can really hear us?"

"Of course she can't hear us!" Larry huffed. "Look, I've got a transcript. See? Everything she says. Yup, that's me. Yes, I do. Yup, and this. Next it's - "

"Are you going to read out the whole thing?" they said together.

Larry blinked. "Sorry," he apologized.

"Who are you?" Sally asked.

"I'm a time traveler," the Apocalypse answered. "Or I was. I'm stuck in 1969."

"We're stuck!" a black girl broke in as she poked her head over the Apocalypse's shoulder. "All of space and time, she promised me. Now I've got a job in a shop! I've got to support her!"

"Hey, I'm the one working in the shop my little sister used to work at before I blew it up!" the Apocalypse protested. "Come on, Martha!"

"Sorry," the girl, Martha, apologized before backing out of the camera.

"I've seen this bit before," Sally said.

"Quite possibly," the Apocalypse nodded.

"1969 . . . that's where you're talking from?"

"Afraid so."

"But you're replying to me. You can't know exactly what I'm going to say, forty years before I say it!"

"Thirty-eight."

"I'm getting this down," Larry grinned. "I'm writing in your bits."

"How?" Sally shook her head. "How is this possible? Tell me!"

"Not so fast!"

"People don't understand time," the Apocalypse sighed. "It's not what you think it is."

"Then what is it?" Sally asked.

"Complicated."

"Tell me!"

"Very complicated."

"I'm clever, and I'm listening," Sally said, looking out of the corner of the eye to see the man in the World War II greatcoat nod to her, telling her to continue with her part as he observed what they'd done. "And don't patronize me, because people have died, and I'm not happy. Tell me."