Dr. Samuel Marks breaks the rules, again. This time they were his own....
As I sat waiting to meet my oldest friend, a man with a thick grey beard approached. He said, “What trouble are you in now?”
“Excuse me?” I sat up straight. “You must have me mista-“
He interrupted, “No, Samuel. I don’t make mistakes.” He sat down across from me and waved the serving girl over. “I help clean up yours.”
Then I recognized the twinkle in my friend’s eyes. “Tollack!” I stood to embrace him. “Five years and I almost didn’t recognize you, man. We mustn’t go this long.”
“No, I suppose not. You need someone around to keep you in check.” He turned and scanned the room. “Ah, come, let’s duck into the room there to talk without open ears.”
I knew he’d be furious with me. I’d react the same way. Well, not exactly the same. There would have been much less cursing and pounding of furniture. Nonetheless, his reaction was not unexpected.
After all, he had every right to be pissed off. I’d broken my own rules, the same rules I expected him and the others to all adhere to. And, I didn’t care.
"This is madness, Samuel!" Tollack slammed his fist on the table, again. "The Society will never accept it.”
“I don’t see how it is the Society has come to think they have any say in the matter?” I retorted.
“You ... you don’t see how?” Tollack slid his stool back. “Do you not remember the laws you imposed when we formed the Society? Did you forget about rule number two: Do not engage in a relationship. Period. You said we could flirt, fondle and fuck as we pleased-"
“I never said that!”
“Well, maybe not in those words exactly-“
“I suppose those were Marcus’s words. But, that’s the gist of the point I’m trying to make here. You intend on marrying this girl?” He paused to gulp down his beer. “Tell me this, old friend – does she have any idea you’re old enough to be her grandfather’s great-grandfather?”
“Of course not.” I added, “I may be old enough to be her great grandfather in age, but physically I’m only a few years her senior.”
Tollack chuckled. “As if that makes it all permissible.”
“We wed four months ago.”
Tollack’s jaw just about hit the floor. “You’re joking?” He was stunned. “You have to be. Right? I’m right, tell me I am. I have to be….”
I put a hand on his shoulder. “Vivienne is my wife, Tollack. And I assure you, she has no knowledge of the Flamella tree, the Society or the Future. She only knows Samuel Marquette loves her and is her husband.”
“Sam, you’re making a foolish – nay, terrible mistake. You can’t-“
"I already have.” He rose to pace around the room. “Look, I'm not asking for permission, Tollack. What’s done is done.” I needed to tell him first, before announcing it to the Council. "I can’t affect the timeline, I know. I’m not preventing Albert Einstein from being born, Tollack. She should've died six months ago."
"Six months? You kept this from me for six months?" He was used to me coming to him with everything. Like I did with the vaccine on the moon. And the plan to escape to the past. "Where is she now? How do you know she isn't out there tripping up the timeline right now?"
"She's safe. In a cabin, where she won't come into contact with anyone, until I return." I'd set up a couple of locations no one else in the Society knew of, just in case. "The only way out of it now is murder."
Tollack snorted. "Fat chance you'll let that happen."
"You've known me too long." Nothing would take Vivienne from me. Now that I'd found her, I would never let her go.
“You can’t have children, you know. Or they’ll want to get married and have more little invaders from the future of their own. Are you going to create a list of all eligible soon to be dead bachelors and bachelorettes when the time comes? Have them scout out who they’d like you to save?”
“Stop it, man. You’re being unfair.”
“Unfair?” I saw a look in his eyes I hadn’t seen in decades. The look he had when he watched a building burn with a girl he fancied inside.
He knew she was going to die in the fire, and begged the council to be allowed to save her, so they could live out her natural life together. We fought about it for hours. Just long enough that by the time he decided he would defy us and go to her anyway, it was already too late. The barn was already engulfed in flames.
“Beta dome to Samuel, come in Doctor Marks.”
“W-what?” I’d wandered too far in my thoughts.
“I asked when do I get to meet her?”
“Oh, T, I don’t know if-“
“Look, you’re my best friend in the world, Samuel. So, if you're asking for my support, I suppose you have it."
"Thank you, Tollack.” I felt a rush of relief. “If not you, I don't know whom I could trust."
“Then, don’t you think she should meet me? The closest thing you have to family?”
“I sort of told her I had no one. She has no one left now either, and I think-“
“It comforts her to think you’re the same – both orphaned in the world.”
“Well, then we’ll explain I’m your cousin who was not on that ship lost at sea after all. What about that?”
“Yeah…well, maybe it could work. I don’t know.”
"I don't think you should tell the Council though."
I didn't know what to say.
"You haven't told her what you did, saving her life, right? She doesn’t know what we are?"
"No. All she knows is her family fell ill, and she was the only one who recovered." She shouldn't have. Had I not fed her the Essence of the Flamella tree, she would have perished with them. But I loved her from the moment I saw her, and for the first time, I broke my own laws of interfering with the timeline.
"Honestly, Sam, the tree and the fruit are - and should be - yours to do with as you please. I really don't know why you keep up this charade of a Council anyway."
"It's not a charade, Tollack. It's important to keep a balance of power."
"Yeah, cause that was working so well for the U.C.E."
"It was better than what the world will have for the next four centuries, up to a point."
"Which point was that? The one where they firebombed six entire nations? I know, they warned them first, and took out the refugees."
His rationale wasn't that far off. "That happened long before we were born."
"I know, let's see, what else? Oh, I know, the famine of 2134. Or, my personal favorite, intentionally put five hundred thousand souls on the moon at risk to flush out your tree?"
They could have prevented the passenger from infecting the Moon Colony with the Antarctic Flu. They allowed it to happen, because they suspected I was working on a secret project. Dr. Spaulding, one of my former instructors at the Science Institute, was elected as a representative before my graduation. By 2169, our understanding was that he had control of the U.C.E., and is now somewhere in the future, on a relentless quest for the Flamella tree and those of us who fled with it to the past.
“I just don’t think there’s a reason for you to rock the boat. The council doesn’t need to know, unless and until you plan on bringing her into the Society. If you’re just planning on shacking up in the woods for a few decades, and keeping her off the grid, then what the hell do they need to know about her for?”
“I don’t want to keep secrets though, Tollack. We agreed to transparency.”
“We also agreed not to get into any relationships. We’re a little bit past that now.”
“So, again I ask, when do I get to have to pleasure of meeting the little missus?”
He wasn’t going to give in. “It’s a bit late for tonight. How about I meet you at the creek trail head in the morning. Around nine?”
“Alright then. I’ve already booked a room at the boarding house for the night.”
“Well, check out before you leave in the morning. I’ve just finished adding a couple of rooms to the cabin; I’m sure Vivienne will insist you stay with us for the duration of your visit.”
I returned home, to our little cabin in the woods. Vivienne was sitting on the porch swing, Artemis curled up in her lap, gently rocking back and forth. “Welcome home, husband,” she called as I rode up.
“Stay there, let me get Dodge settled in.”