The Wings of a Butterfly
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
8,010
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited. Laevi of Theed
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Create a letterbox. Well, that would be easy enough, but then the problems started. Create a letterbox to mail a letter to the past. Although muttering he was no mail man, Simon had to admit the challenge intrigued him, and he set to work with Greg. There had to be a way to break down all atoms and build them up again in the past. They’d seen it in so many movies… Too bad it had all been a script, fantasy, and there wasn’t a manual to download on the Internet.
Another option –if one could speak of options– was to create a wormhole, connecting this side of the mirror to the side in the past. After pondering over that it seemed the most effective, provided they were able to bend space without blowing up the whole Universe.
As it seemed easier than breaking down objects to atoms and build them up at the same way again, the wormhole it would be.
It didn’t take weeks, this time; it took months. Time Julian Lewis spent in front of the mirror during the day, to watch Frederick, and to write a letter to him.
Julian wrote with pen and ink, on paper often used in the 18th century. He even had a seal made just for him, to make it look even more authentic. He wanted to introduce himself, to intrigue Frederick, without revealing his name or whereabouts. The idea the letter would never reach the past didn’t occur to him.
Dear Frederick, he wrote, after practising on a curly, neat handwriting. It hurts me to see you so sad and angry. Please remember you’re not alone in this world; I know, I know what you need. I can give you luck and pleasure. I can make you shine with happiness. Don’t marry. Wait for me. He signed it, elegantly, with Your Admirer.
There, that would do it for now. Pretty pleased with himself, he folded the letter in three and put it in an envelope, which he sealed with wax and his freshly carved seal. Time to post it, he reckoned.
“Are we done with the mailbox yet?” asked Julian as he walked towards the scientists, who were busying under the screen. Greg was working on what looked like a steel box. “I can’t see any results…” he added with a disappointed pout. “What did you guys do, so far, beside building an iron container?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” muttered Simon from under the table. “It’s complex.”
“What Simon means, is that it will take too much time to explain. We’ve created what’s called a wormhole; a connection or a short cut in the spiral called time. If you believe in that theory, that is.”
Greg beckoned Julian to a blackboard, and took a piece of chalk. He drew a spiral and put two dots above each other. “This is one theory,” he said. “We’re here, right above here, which is Frederick’s time. As you can see, we’re moving at the same speed as we go through time. What we’re trying to do is make a tunnel from here to here, in which we can push an object like your letter. Providing this is true, it would deliver your letter at the same spot as we left it, only two and a half century in the past.”
“Sounds plausible,” nodded Julian. “So when can we see if it actually works?”
“It sounds easier than it is,” sighed Greg, “but I think we’re ready for our experiment. We tried it with very small, unnoticeable things like feathers and small pieces of dirt. I believe we saw one feather appear on the table under the mirror. One of the servants was cleaning frantically after we started our transfers.”
“Cool!” Julian nodded happily. “See if you can put my letter through, eh?”
“Let’s fire up, and see what happens…”
Firing up meant to start all generators at once, and create more amps they’d ever needed before. Despite all the power, the lights flickered briefly as the steel box on the table began to hum, creating the so-called wormhole around Julian’s letter. The young investor kept his eye on the table at the other side of the glass screen. “I see nothing,” he said under his breath. “How long will it take to—” He yelped as the lights went out, with a few sharp bangs. “Shit! What was that?”
The room was dark, but there was light coming through the windowpane. Instead of hurrying to get it all fixed, the men peered through the glass to look if anything had happened. At the other side, clearly visible, was Julian’s letter, at exactly the same spot as the steel box was sitting. “It worked…”
“It worked!” yelled Simon, bouncing up and down. “It worked! Whohoo!”
“Congratulations, gentlemen,” grinned Julian. “You did it… You created a mailbox to the past.”
Greg was positively beaming, and nodded madly. “We goddamn well did it,” he said with disbelieve in his tone of voice. “Well damn…”
“Now let’s see how Frederick responds to my letter,” smiled Julian. Sure, he was just as happy as the other two, and impressed, but he had a different goal than the scientists. “There’s Champagne in the fridge… You guys deserve a celebration.”
Greg went to the kitchen to get the flask and flutes, leaving the rooms dark for the time being. They were too bouncy to fix the lights. Julian accepted a glass, but didn’t participate in the celebration. He was waiting for Frederick to come into the room, and to find the letter.
Not long after that, the man appeared.
Frederick looked tired, saw Julian. The room they’d been watching for a few months now was the study, and Frederick came there regularly to unwind and read. It was late in the evening now, and like every evening Frederick would pull off his coat, put his wig on a stand, and fall into a chair with a glass of wine. This time, as he looked into the mirror to fix his natural, blond hair, his eye fell on the letter. He moved slowly as he picked it up.
Julian pressed slightly against the glass to take a good look at the reaction. “Open it…” he breathed, causing the glass to mist. He wiped his hand over the glass to clean it.
Frederick looked up as if the movement drew his attention, his brows briefly frowning. He couldn’t see him, could he? Julian held his breath. “I’m here,” he breathed out. “Open that envelope.”
The seal snapped under Frederick’s fingers, as he opened the envelope. He pulled out the letter and unfolded it, his blue eyes flashing over the paper. And again. The eyes spread wide as he read it again, and to Julian’s utter relief he saw a faint smile appearing.
In a whim, Julian raised his hand to the glass again. He flicked his fingers, and didn’t know if he had to be delighted or worried when Frederick looked up again. “You know I’m here,” he whispered to the image. “Touch my hand…”
Fredrick didn’t respond, and folded the letter, to put it away in a drawer under the desk. He put the lights out as he left the room, leaving the other room in darkness as well. Julian sighed deeply, trying to control his raging emotions.
“Build me a bigger version of this, please,” he murmured as he turned around. “I have to go to the past. Please, guys, you don’t understand how important it is to me.”
It would take a lot of preparation to go to the past. He would need clothes, money, and it had to be all accurate. But he had the money… Money would buy all he needed, knew Julian. He would spend all he had on this project.
It would be the first and final decision he’d ever made in his life, leaving him bankrupt if he failed. And he didn’t care. He’d never been so determined in his whole life.
Create a letterbox. Well, that would be easy enough, but then the problems started. Create a letterbox to mail a letter to the past. Although muttering he was no mail man, Simon had to admit the challenge intrigued him, and he set to work with Greg. There had to be a way to break down all atoms and build them up again in the past. They’d seen it in so many movies… Too bad it had all been a script, fantasy, and there wasn’t a manual to download on the Internet.
Another option –if one could speak of options– was to create a wormhole, connecting this side of the mirror to the side in the past. After pondering over that it seemed the most effective, provided they were able to bend space without blowing up the whole Universe.
As it seemed easier than breaking down objects to atoms and build them up at the same way again, the wormhole it would be.
It didn’t take weeks, this time; it took months. Time Julian Lewis spent in front of the mirror during the day, to watch Frederick, and to write a letter to him.
Julian wrote with pen and ink, on paper often used in the 18th century. He even had a seal made just for him, to make it look even more authentic. He wanted to introduce himself, to intrigue Frederick, without revealing his name or whereabouts. The idea the letter would never reach the past didn’t occur to him.
Dear Frederick, he wrote, after practising on a curly, neat handwriting. It hurts me to see you so sad and angry. Please remember you’re not alone in this world; I know, I know what you need. I can give you luck and pleasure. I can make you shine with happiness. Don’t marry. Wait for me. He signed it, elegantly, with Your Admirer.
There, that would do it for now. Pretty pleased with himself, he folded the letter in three and put it in an envelope, which he sealed with wax and his freshly carved seal. Time to post it, he reckoned.
“Are we done with the mailbox yet?” asked Julian as he walked towards the scientists, who were busying under the screen. Greg was working on what looked like a steel box. “I can’t see any results…” he added with a disappointed pout. “What did you guys do, so far, beside building an iron container?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” muttered Simon from under the table. “It’s complex.”
“What Simon means, is that it will take too much time to explain. We’ve created what’s called a wormhole; a connection or a short cut in the spiral called time. If you believe in that theory, that is.”
Greg beckoned Julian to a blackboard, and took a piece of chalk. He drew a spiral and put two dots above each other. “This is one theory,” he said. “We’re here, right above here, which is Frederick’s time. As you can see, we’re moving at the same speed as we go through time. What we’re trying to do is make a tunnel from here to here, in which we can push an object like your letter. Providing this is true, it would deliver your letter at the same spot as we left it, only two and a half century in the past.”
“Sounds plausible,” nodded Julian. “So when can we see if it actually works?”
“It sounds easier than it is,” sighed Greg, “but I think we’re ready for our experiment. We tried it with very small, unnoticeable things like feathers and small pieces of dirt. I believe we saw one feather appear on the table under the mirror. One of the servants was cleaning frantically after we started our transfers.”
“Cool!” Julian nodded happily. “See if you can put my letter through, eh?”
“Let’s fire up, and see what happens…”
Firing up meant to start all generators at once, and create more amps they’d ever needed before. Despite all the power, the lights flickered briefly as the steel box on the table began to hum, creating the so-called wormhole around Julian’s letter. The young investor kept his eye on the table at the other side of the glass screen. “I see nothing,” he said under his breath. “How long will it take to—” He yelped as the lights went out, with a few sharp bangs. “Shit! What was that?”
The room was dark, but there was light coming through the windowpane. Instead of hurrying to get it all fixed, the men peered through the glass to look if anything had happened. At the other side, clearly visible, was Julian’s letter, at exactly the same spot as the steel box was sitting. “It worked…”
“It worked!” yelled Simon, bouncing up and down. “It worked! Whohoo!”
“Congratulations, gentlemen,” grinned Julian. “You did it… You created a mailbox to the past.”
Greg was positively beaming, and nodded madly. “We goddamn well did it,” he said with disbelieve in his tone of voice. “Well damn…”
“Now let’s see how Frederick responds to my letter,” smiled Julian. Sure, he was just as happy as the other two, and impressed, but he had a different goal than the scientists. “There’s Champagne in the fridge… You guys deserve a celebration.”
Greg went to the kitchen to get the flask and flutes, leaving the rooms dark for the time being. They were too bouncy to fix the lights. Julian accepted a glass, but didn’t participate in the celebration. He was waiting for Frederick to come into the room, and to find the letter.
Not long after that, the man appeared.
Frederick looked tired, saw Julian. The room they’d been watching for a few months now was the study, and Frederick came there regularly to unwind and read. It was late in the evening now, and like every evening Frederick would pull off his coat, put his wig on a stand, and fall into a chair with a glass of wine. This time, as he looked into the mirror to fix his natural, blond hair, his eye fell on the letter. He moved slowly as he picked it up.
Julian pressed slightly against the glass to take a good look at the reaction. “Open it…” he breathed, causing the glass to mist. He wiped his hand over the glass to clean it.
Frederick looked up as if the movement drew his attention, his brows briefly frowning. He couldn’t see him, could he? Julian held his breath. “I’m here,” he breathed out. “Open that envelope.”
The seal snapped under Frederick’s fingers, as he opened the envelope. He pulled out the letter and unfolded it, his blue eyes flashing over the paper. And again. The eyes spread wide as he read it again, and to Julian’s utter relief he saw a faint smile appearing.
In a whim, Julian raised his hand to the glass again. He flicked his fingers, and didn’t know if he had to be delighted or worried when Frederick looked up again. “You know I’m here,” he whispered to the image. “Touch my hand…”
Fredrick didn’t respond, and folded the letter, to put it away in a drawer under the desk. He put the lights out as he left the room, leaving the other room in darkness as well. Julian sighed deeply, trying to control his raging emotions.
“Build me a bigger version of this, please,” he murmured as he turned around. “I have to go to the past. Please, guys, you don’t understand how important it is to me.”
It would take a lot of preparation to go to the past. He would need clothes, money, and it had to be all accurate. But he had the money… Money would buy all he needed, knew Julian. He would spend all he had on this project.
It would be the first and final decision he’d ever made in his life, leaving him bankrupt if he failed. And he didn’t care. He’d never been so determined in his whole life.