Buckingham Nicks-Part II of Fritz Series

Crystal Visions

"What are you in for?" my cellmate, a massive guy named Bart, sits next to me on the bunk his gigantic frame covering the whole bed leaving me squished into the corner. I'm a little scared of how close he is...and how little room I have for escape. "Erm...I punched a guy and I had some pot on me. You?" he looks down at me one of his eyes a bit crooked "I ripped the door off a cop car". Where's that guard anyway? As if answering my silent prayer, the cell door slides open, and a cop swings a set of keys "Lets go Buckingham you made bail". Bart looks disappointed. I'm immensely relieved.

"I don't believe this...you punched someone in the face. Lindsey, I'm your attorney okay. But that's just criminally fucking stupid" Tell me about it, I lost my expensive kush too. Thank goodness Jeff has my money clip, I may have lost that in the "evidence" locker. "Look, I'm sorry okay. I was just pissed about what that Mitchell woman wrote all I wanted was a retraction. She pulled out a recorder, and had her little toady snap a picture of me looking pissed off".

I lost my temper, like I always do.

"And now with the drugs..." What drugs? It was just some pot? I've seen much worse. "That'll get dropped right, I mean it's just a quarter ounce of weed" Rosen shakes his head the car pulling toward my house. "You may have to do some community service" Great. The second we pull up to the front door I see Sara playing in the front yard, drawing with her chalk on the pavement. Stevie's busy working in the garden nearby, while Nova is strapped to her chest in the Bjorn.

The car hasn't fully stopped before I jump out and nearly sprint to them. Sara looks up first her face lighting up as she jumps away from her drawing and into my arms "Daddy!" I kiss her cheek breathing in her familiar smell. It hasn't changed from the time she was a baby, Stevie and Nova are end up beside me and I throw my arms around her kissing her face and Nova's head. He gurgles up at me oblivious, but still happy.

"Buck you idiot" I kiss Stevie's lips, her face "I'm sorry baby" she shakes her head but kisses me back regardless. "At least tell me you didn't break the camera" I pause looking down and away, "Linds-" Rosen comes to my rescue then, his hands in the pocket of his jacket "Don't worry Stephanie we can spin it in his favor. He's epileptic, the flash could have caused him a seizure. He uses the marijuana to control the symptoms of his disorder etc..." Stevie strokes the top of Nova's head.

None of that is even close to true, but I'm not going to jail if I can help it. Six hours was bad enough. "I'm going inside to change sweetheart" standing on her tip toes Stevie gives me a peck on the lips. Rubbing my thumb across her lips I hold her gaze "Are you mad?" Sara grabs my hand swinging herself back and forth, Stevie looks at me then down at Nova and Sara "No...I'm irritated. But not mad" I can deal with irritated. I prefer irritation to anger.

"You need to control your temper better Linds" trust me I know. it's been a struggle since I was in grade school, I have the detention record to prove it. Rosen says his goodbyes and we head inside. I take a quick shower and fall into bed, I didn't sleep a wink while I was locked up not surprisingly. I toss and turn for a few minutes before falling into a hazy sleep.

I look around for a second the next time my eyes open and I'm not in bed anymore...oh no. Where and when am I know? I'm in a studio, it's nice really nice. Actually it looks like something I'd make for myself. The equipment is unfamiliar but the brands are all the same. About a dozen guitars are on stands everywhere along with a keyboard and a bass. There's a drum kit too. I look on the walls and see album covers, one looks like Mick and Stevie doing ballet...? Weird. The door opens suddenly, and I see myself...or more accurately my self in about forty years huffing as he slams the door behind him.

"Fucking Kristen!" ah...my alternate wife. He sits behind the desk pulling a bottle from underneath and pouring a healthy finger of scotch. Downing his beverage in a shot he pours another, apparently Kristen and I are not in a good place right now. He pulls something out of his pocket it looks like a rectangle with lights on the front...tapping at the surface he puts it to his ear. Is that a phone? What year is it?