Back To The Future || Kellic

Chapter 10.

Vic's POV:
Just like when we traveled into the future, traveling back in time is absolutely exhausting. Once again I want to scream, yet no sounds manage to come out. Yet again I get the same feeling where it feels as if every molecule in my body is ripped apart and then put together again.

As I open my eyes I see that Jaime and I are in the same room that we left from, what has it even been? Two months almost? That's at least what it has been for me and Jaime. For the others here in 2017 it might only have been a couple of minutes, some hours or some days. I actually have no idea right now.

The door to the room opens and in comes Mr. Radke. The three of us stay silent for a moment before it's broken by Jaime who asks the exact thing I was wondering about.

"What date is it?"

"It is still September 8th 2017, only an hour after you left. How long were you gone?"

"About two months I think," Jaime replies and I only nod my head in agreement.

"Okay.. well I need you to come along and we'll fill in a report on how it all has been going." Mr. Radke leaves the room and I'm just about to pick the machine up when another agent enters the room, taking the machine before me and goes away with it.

I silently curse to myself, understanding that they most likely took it away to lock it up wherever it was kept before Jaime and I even used it. Jaime and I give each other a disappointed look as the time machine now isn't available to us, yet we follow Mr.Radke out of the room and into another, trying to act as casual as possible to not expose ourselves and the fact that we're planning to take the machine back. Okay fine, steal the machine back.

We sit for almost an hour in the conference room with Mr.Radke, talking about the mission and how it all went. Jaime's obviously the one who talks the most since he was the one working more on the mission, while I to begin with kept an eye on Kellin and later just spent time with him. Not just cause I had to but also because I wanted to.

All three of us type some things into our computers and sign some papers that have to be documented before we can go home for the day.

Once we've finished everything, signing papers and typing into our computers and being told we've done a great job both Jaime and I are allowed to go home.

It's about five in the afternoon when we make it to my place, so fortunately it's not way too late. My apartment is just like I remeber it, the biggest difference being that it's a bit more dust on the furniture. But as I remember that it's still the same day here in 2017 as when we left, I realize that's how it already must have been because I just really suck at cleaning sometimes. Not because we were gone for a long time.

But even though it looks almost completely the same as it has done for all the years that I have lived here, it doesn't feel like mine. It feels like a place that I've been to many times, and that I therefore recognize.

The feeling of home doesn't hit me the way you think it would after being away for two months. And when I think about why this doesn't feel like home to me it doesn't take me long to figure it out.

Home has gotten a new meaning to me, because I have learned that home doesn't always have to be a place, home might as well be a person. And home to me now, is Kellin.

After living with him for two months, I had started to consider his apartment as home. After I had waited for his shifts at the café to end I had silently thought to myself that "we're going home". I just thought it was the apartment I had come to like and thought of as my home, but no. It's Kellin.

A slap to the back of my head is what brings me out of my daydreamimg and I turn to Jaime with a glare that he chooses to ignore. He has already taken of his shoes and coat and is making his way into my apartment and I hear how he starts opening a bunch of doors to the cabinets in my kitchen.