*When Debbie and Scott first meet — reblog?*
There was another loud knocking at the door, this time accompanied with a rather frustrated female voice. “Scott, are you in there? Oh please say I have the right room.” There was a brief pause before she knocked again and shouted louder, “Scott!”
He rushed over and opened the door, keeping his half naked body hidden from her behind the door.
“Hello?” He asked cautiously as his eyes fell on a pale blonde girl dressed in black jeans and a purple hooded jacket. “Can I help you?”
She rounded on him, staring at him with her icy blue eyes. “Were you planning on getting up today?”
“I’m sorry?” Scott was incredibly confused, his mind still reeling from the dream he had just had.
“I’ve been knocking for ten minutes trying to get you up and…” She looked at how he was standing. “Are you naked?”
“No!” Scott protested, “I was asleep, that’s why you couldn’t wake me up.”
“Well can you hurry it up please?” She half asked half commanded, “We have to be at breakfast in twenty minutes.”
“Twenty minutes?” Scott repeated, “Why didn’t you come here earlier?”
“You’re not the only one who’s running late this morning, now move it.” She said pulling the door away from him and shutting it.
Scott had already decided that he didn’t really like her, whoever she was. They say that first impressions mean a lot and that was one of the worst first impressions he had ever experienced in his life. She hadn’t even told him what her name was!
After quickly showering and pulling on his clothes from the day before, Scott hurried out from his bedroom halfway through pulling on his jumper, his hair still soaking wet. The woman was still standing there, waiting at the window.
“Good morning, my names Debbie James,” She reached out a hand to shake his own, Scott half thought that she was going to his him. “How are you this morning?”
“I’m fine,” Scott said cautiously, completely thrown off by the sudden niceness that Debbie was showing. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve been better.” She replied, “Shall we go down to breakfast?”
“Sure.” Scott said, still watching her, wondering if she was going to explode again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Well,” She said as they turned the corner to head toward the lift. “If I’m completely honest, I’m not really good at all. I am part-way through my second cycle here and everyone knows that the second cycle is harder than the first. I mean, the first cycle is tough, but the second is when you learn to fly and stuff so…” She stopped walking and looked at Scott. “I’m sorry about earlier this morning.” She said, “I’ve never been asked to help out a recruit before and I really wanted to get it right. I guess it just made me a little bit crazy coz I’m so nervous.” She chuckled, Scott did a little as well, not wanted to laugh too much, just in case she got angry again.
“It’s alright.” Scott said, as they started to walk again. “I’m nervous too, I feel like I’ve been dropped in at the deep end here, you know?”
“When did the scout come and get you?”
“Scout?” There hadn’t been a scout mentioned to Scott at all. “Do you mean Krancho?”
Debbie stopped in her tracks staring at Scott with a blank expression on her face. “Are you trying to tell me that Alexander Krancho brought you here?” The tone of disbelief in her voice was almost insulting.
“Yes.” Scott said, “He came and got me from the year 3448 yesterday and then took me to the Time Agency. We saw Nicholas in the Chronos region registration point.” Scott impressed himself a little bit by remembering what everything was called.
“You went to see Nicholas Osborne of the Chronos registration point?” Her voice was getting steadily louder; apparently this was against some sort of regulation. “How is that possible? Everyone in my cycle was taken to see Doctor Matthews in the Chronos Facility for Registration and Injury. We had physical examinations then held the weird silver ball…”
“Oh, I did that.” Scott interrupted, remembering what Nicholas had given him at the registration point. “Then he took it off me and said that he was going to get the paperwork to Krancho by this morning.”
“You’re actually being completely serious.” She said, “Wow.” She breathed.
“There must be something special about you for Krancho to go to all that trouble to get you here so quickly.” Scott didn’t understand and apparently his face was showing it. “Don’t you get it? He has rushed you through a process that should take about a week just so that you can start your classes now. It doesn’t happen very often Scott; you should be a little bit pleased with yourself.”
As the elevator arrived at the end of the hallway, it was already quite full of people, each of them wearing similar clothes to Debbie, but the jumper being a different colour. There were a couple of people who wore a white shirt holding the T.T.K. emblem and accents of their given colour or a black travelling cloak like Krancho’s, but most wore the hooded tops.
They stepped inside, Debbie nodding good morning to a couple of them and Scott noticed someone else standing nearer the back. He was tall with dark brown hair that was trimmed quite short on his head. The front of his hair was combed over into a sort of quaff with so much hair product, that the scent filled the whole lift. He was wearing a skin tight sky blue top and trousers with a black leather belt and black leather boots. As he scratched his face with the black leather gloves, he looked at Scott almost immediately looking away and facing forward once more. He brushed the chrome T.T.K. emblem on his chest with a sort of arrogant pride that made Scott feel a bit sick.
“Are you ready then, hot shot?” Debbie asked with a hint of joviality in her voice.
“But I don’t even know anything.” The lift gave a jolt as it started to go downwards. “He says that I have high Ki, and I don’t even know what it is! I am screwed.”
“You are not screwed.” Debbie laughed, “You’re going to be fine. Everyone here is in the same boat as you; you all start out equal anyway. It doesn’t even matter who’s good and who’s not yet, you’ll pick it up pretty quick.”
There was a high pitched beeping noise coming from behind them. Almost everyone in the lift turn around to see the boy with the comb over checking the blue Time Key on his wrist, a grin on his tanned face.
“What’s happened?” Debbie asked somewhat frantically. “Do you have a lead?”
He looked up to Debbie, a child-like joy on his face. “Zach has a lead; he’s just sent me through the co-ordinates so I can meet him there. I think we have him this time, Debs, I really do.” He pressed the green screen on his Time Key and he vanished in a flash of white light.
“Good luck, Mike.” Debbie muttered, thinking that Scott couldn’t hear her. She seemed sad for some reason. Scott noticed it more as he saw her eyes almost filling with tears. It was strange; she had been laughing mere seconds ago.