Chapter 37: Return

Chapter 37: Return

The RetroStyle digital alarm clock was a unique appliance in that it did exactly what its name implied. It didnt have a built-in scheduling and calendar app, it didnt connect to the internet to pull up the weather forecast, nor did it employ complex algorithms to determine the optimal resting time of its user. It was literally just a battery-powered black box that told the time and made jarring beeping noises at predetermined hours - no more, and no less. Sure, it sometimes broke down or reset for no reason, but that was part of its authentic charm. On this particular day, one specific RetroStyle digital alarm clock fulfilled its duties without fail, and blared with a harsh, ear-ripping tone at exactly 7:00 AM.

Said device was then slapped hard enough to send it flying off of the nightstand it was resting on and onto the floor of the bedroom. This violent gesture had the desired effect of shutting the bloody thing up, much to its owners relief. And then, five minutes later, the clock started beeping once more, forcing the user to roll out of bed in order to reach over and properly disable it instead of just hitting snooze. Grumbling incoherently yet decidedly awake, the man had little choice but to forego the comfort of his own bed and face the new day. He did so as per usual - by greeting the girl sitting completely still in the corner of the room.

Morning, Maggie, Joe yawned. Hope you had a good night, mine was rough.

She looked at him, but did not respond.

Yeah, I know, I know. I was just so nervous about today that I couldnt fall asleep. So weird how that works.

She stared at him, but did not respond.

Oh, right. Jeeves?

The robo-butler in question drifted through the open bedroom droom.

Yes, Master Mulligan?

Put the kettle on, will you?

Of course, sir. Shall I prepare breakfast as well?

Please do.

The usual?

No, todays a special day. Break out the expensive starberry jam.

Very good, sir.

The automated custodian nodded its camera-like head and hovered down the hall and into the kitchen.

I know its a waste, he turned back to Maggie, but Ill be damned if I dont let you live at least a little.

She watched him, but did not respond.

Oh! Silly me. Almost forgot about your most loyal minion.

Joe reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small plastic box that rattled slightly with every motion. Opening the lid revealed it was half-full of brown-green pellets no bigger than a thumbnail. He grabbed three of them, put the box back in its place, and walked over to the terrarium resting on the windowsill. Azgodkalar raised its little head and looked up expectantly with its beady eyes. Joe carefully balanced one of the pellets on his fingertip and presented it to the orb python. The diminutive serpent sprang forward and snatched the treat with its tiny fangs, gobbling it up in the blink of an eye. The same happened for the other two pellets.

There you go, Joe chuckled. Cmere, lets put you in your place.

He reached down once more, presenting his up-turned palm to the snake. Azgodkalar did not hesitate or shy away, but instead slithered onto it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Joe then carried it over to Maggie and gently placed the orb python on her bare shoulder. It curled up in a manner befitting the name of its genetically engineered species, looking absolutely content as it very slowly digested its meal in its favorite seat.

I always wondered whether Azgodkalar was supposed to grow or not, he addressed Maggie once more. Kind of glad he hasnt, though. Hes way cuter like this. Like a little leathery noodle.

She briefly gazed at the snake, but did not respond.

Yeah.

The man finally got about getting dressed. He wasnt particularly in a hurry, so he took his time and occasionally made a one-sided comment towards the passive observer. Once he was properly dressed he did a quick set of twenty push-ups. It wasnt enough to make him sweat, but plenty to wake up his still-sleeping muscles. He made a point to not slack in his physical training while Maggies mind was away, and it showed. It was extremely difficult to believe hed transformed from that living stick figure he used to be into the well-built hunk he was right now through entirely natural means. Well, aside from those nutritional supplements he took on rare occasions.

Phew. Must be more tired than I thought. I actually got a bit winded there. Ah, well. Im allowed to slack on special occasions. Right, Maggie?

She blinked three times, but did not respond.

Oh, for sure. Anyway, breakfast should be ready by now, so follow me into the kitchen.

Affirmative.

The girl stood and followed Joe out of the room. Her steps were so smooth and silent that the serpent on her shoulder didnt even seem to notice it was in motion. At least, not until she was instructed to sit down at the table, at which point Azgodkalar moved to hide underneath her raven hair. As for the meal Jeeves had just finished preparing, it consisted of tea, toast, jam, fried eggs, and grilled sausages - a veritable feast by the average British citizens standard. The man ate heartily and with gusto while the girl slowly and methodically processed her portion. He continued to make the occasional casual comment or remark and got nothing but deadpan silence in return.

As breakfast carried on, however, the mans goofy facade started crumbling like a house of wet biscuits. At one point he gave up the pretense and stared blankly into his mostly empty cup of tea. He missed the real Maggie. By the Queen, how he longed to see her smile and speak for real instead of just giving those monotonous one-word replies. At first just hearing her voice soothed his heart, but these days it had the opposite effect. He felt as if this pathetic little play was the only thing that kept him from completely losing it. No, that wasnt quite true. He also had the support of his friends and family. The same people who had been looking out for him all his life continued to do so even now, and it was only because of them that he had managed to keep it together for this long.

Joe was a simple bloke, and though he tried to stay strong and look after Maggies vessel like he promised, it wasnt enough. So, much as he promised his father back when he first visited him on that mining station, he had decided to try and take control of his life. That was why he was so nervous about today. Hed put so much time, effort, and money to try and prepare for it. Hed already tried twice, and was met with failure twice. This third time would be different. This time, he would succeed. He had to succeed. He mustered his will, steeled his resolve, and finished the now-cold cup of tea.

Come with me, Maggie, he stood abruptly. Were heading out.

Affirmative.

Joe quickly put on his jacket, slipped into his sneakers, and shouldered the duffel bag hed prepared the night before. He left the apartment and made a beeline for the elevator with the girl following in his footsteps. Once inside, they rode it down for precisely three hundred and thirteen floors before getting off. The man strode over to a particular apartment and rang the doorbell without any reservation or hesitation. A minute or two later the door opened up to reveal a massive bald gentleman whose squinting face made it clear hed only just woken up.

Blimey, Joe, Barry grumbled. Youre up and about early, arent you?

Its almost eight, dad.

Oh. Oh, bugger. Right, Ill grab my stuff and be right with you.

It took several minutes for the senior Mulligan to get ready. When he emerged he was sporting a beat-up old tracksuit that was much more comfortable than it looked. He was carrying a duffel bag much like Joes, though it was clear by his constant yawning that he did not share his sons morning energy.

I cant believe you overslept, the younger man grumbled.

I cant believe you didnt. You kept messaging me until two in the morning last night.

Guess I just wake up easier.

Must be that annoying alarm you have. Seriously, how does that bloody beeping not drive you nuts every day?

Im just used to it.

That was an outright lie. The RetroStyle digital alarm clock was designed to screech at a frequency that was guaranteed to irritate any human being that heard it. Joe absolutely despised the stupid thing, hence why he did not hesitate to give it a smack every single morning. However, he dared not get rid of it. It was the only clock he found that did not agitate Maggies autopilot. All the others he tried either ticked incessantly or gave off a bunch of electronic signals, both of which would cause the girls mindless vessel to start moving around the house. Best as the man could tell, she was programmed to continue collecting data and would not hesitate to follow whatever random blip happened upon her radar.

Initially Joe did not think this strange habit was much of an issue, especially since shed listen to him whenever he told her to stop. However, it became apparent something had to be done when he woke up to find Maggies body leaning precariously out of the window. Whether the fall would actually hurt her or not was irrelevant. Allowing her to roam freely was irresponsible, and the man couldnt bring himself to lock her up like an animal. So, he either disabled or got rid of every single wireless device or appliance that might set off her curiosity-killed-the-cat mode. That included keeping the VR pods permanently offline.

The only exception to that was Jeeves. He was necessary to properly look after the huge apartment, lest it gather dust. That and the amazing tea he made was one of the few comforts keeping Joe grounded throughout this ordeal. Thankfully, the man was able to have the automaton reprogrammed so he would be Maggie-friendly. It hadnt been an easy task - or a legal one, for that matter - but the buildings resident robotechs were nevertheless eager to help. That said, Joe knew full well he didnt actually need Jeeves help. He technically didnt even need that huge apartment. It wasnt as if Maggie herself required maintenance. Vigilance, yes, but not maintenance. Her physical forms personal hygiene was always impeccable, to the point where there hadnt been a need to bathe it or change its clothes even once. It just needed food and water for sustenance, and Noot-Goop could easily provide for both.

He could never put her through that, though. No man wanted to see the girl he loved live with a feeding tube in her face. He treated the vessel like a person, ensuring it got proper meals and rest, and even taking it out on the occasional date. He did this not only for his own sake, but also for Maggies. The girl would return eventually, and when she did she would surely assimilate all of her vessels memories as quickly as she could, eager to see what she had missed. Joe wanted to welcome her back with years worth of love, warmth, and care, so he never once slacked in his boyfriend duties. That said, he never once indulged in carnal desires, nor did he intend to. The one he loved was Maggie, not her body, so the very idea of doing naughty things to it when she wasnt around was repugnant.

And for a while, that charade hadnt been a problem. Surely, Joe thought, the girl would be back before he knew it. But then days turned to weeks and weeks to months. He tried to stay strong and resolute, but as the first year since her departure rolled by, dreadful thoughts started to creep into his mind. What if Maggie took so long to return that Joe was an old and frail man? Worse still, what if he died of old age, never to see her again? Should he just stick her in a warehouse somewhere and try to forget about her, move on with his life? Was it better to have loved and lost than to have dwelled on what never should have been? If he did something so cruel and she came back, would she forgive him? And if she did, would he actually be able to look her in the eye? Were eyes even a real thing?

Such were the tortured thoughts that Joe Mulligan had struggled with for half a decade. Today marked the sixth anniversary since he first met Maggie, which meant hed been waiting for her for over five years. The bloke had grown to somewhat despise this date and the crushing loneliness it brought him, but this instance was different. This year his turmoil would finally come to an end. He kept telling himself that, lest he succumb to the horrible thoughts that were desperate to break him down.

Joe, are you alright? Barry asked suddenly. Youve been kind of out of it since we got out of the scraper.

The two of them were walking along the undertown area of mega-city Dave-156. The air down at this lowest level was stuffy, chilly, and perpetually tainted with the faint smell of burning tires. Joe was no stranger to it, and his dad had seen and lived much worse during his labor sentence, so neither of them were particularly bothered by the atmosphere. However, the old man couldnt help but notice his son had a rather scary look on his face.

No, Joe admitted. Im not. But I will be.

Are you sure you want to go through with this? Its kind of crazy.

For the hundredth time, yes.

Alright. Just making sure youre not doing something youll regret.

I know. And hey, thanks.

For what?

For agreeing to do this.

Barry smiled softly and placed a hand on his sons shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

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The mans biggest regret in life was that he couldnt be there for Joe when he was growing up. Thankfully the boy had lived a perfectly peaceful and uneventful childhood, but his adult life had become turbulent and uneasy. Barry felt fulfilled to finally be able to do his duty as a father and support his son through thick and thin. Though he didnt agree with all of Joes choices and had quite a few reservations about his plans, he wouldnt dream to refuse aid when it was asked.

You did rehearse, right? the young man warily asked.

Damn right, I did. So much so that I went blue in the mouth. Your mum almost kicked me out.

You didnt tell her, did you?

Of course not. By the Queen, can you imagine her reaction? Shed flip a lid!

Heh. Yeah. Were about to do something very stupid, arent we?

Affirmative.

Maggies auto-reply caught Joe and Barry unawares. It was easy to forget she was still there given how minuscule her presence was. Still, it was a welcome distraction that helped relieve both Mulligans tension. They had calmed down somewhat by the time they neared their destination. They stood in front of a domed metallic structure nestled in the relatively tiny space between hyper-scraper foundations. The building was nevertheless enormous, large enough to house hundreds of people if it were a hotel. Which it blatantly wasnt. Given the numerous loading bays, conveyor belts, pipelines, and other machinery visible, this place was actually a factory. Or it used to be one, at least. It had been a long time since anything was manufactured here, but it held special meaning to Joe. Just looking at the entryway reminded him of when Maggie was learning to walk for the first time.

Come on, then, Barry clapped him on the back. Lets get inside and start setting up.

Right. Pretty sure Benny and Cullen took care of most of the prepwork already, though.

You sure? Those mates of yours dont strike me as responsible.

Trust me, they live for this sort of rubbish.

Venturing into the hemispherical buildings innermost chamber revealed that Joes friends had indeed been busy. All the candles were in place, everyones positions were marked, and the centerpiece in the middle looked prime and ready. The blokes themselves were there too, of course. Cullen was still as vertically challenged as ever, but hed been inspired by Joes elevated level of fitness to whip himself into shape over the past five years. As for Benny, he was still the lanky and bald bastard he used to be, having long ago come to terms with his follically-challenged condition.

Yo, Joe! they called out in unison.

Hey, he waved at them. Everything alright here?

You better believe it, Benny smirked. Its gonna be a right n propa bash, this.

What about the other members?

Most of the lads are out back getting dressed, Cullen answered. More importantly, how are you feeling, Joe? Hows the nerves?

Yknow, hanging in there.

Well, youre handling it a lot better than last time, at least.

To be fair, Id be pretty shaken myself if I had to do what you gotta do, Benny winced.

Ha. How do you think I feel? Barry chuckled.

Nah, Mr. M. You got the best bloody job. Wish I could do it.

Learn to enunciate properly first, then well see. Anyway, the dad turned to Joe, Ill go get changed and get in the mood.

Yeah. Break a leg!

Right-o!

Barry walked off in good spirits, leaving the younger trio in a somewhat heavy silence.

It is a long story. Very long. Far longer than humanitys entire existence. Know that while it has been only years for you, millennia have passed from my perspective. Though the Elders purged my feelings for you time and time again, they always resurfaced without fail from the memories we created together. There was nothing they nor anyone else could do about that, as none but myself have the authority to take those away. After the nine hundred-and-ninety-ninth relapse, they were forced to accept that you were, are, and will forever be, a part of me.

Joe didnt say a thing. What could he ever possibly say? He knew he was loved, but he never suspected Maggie was devoted to him to such an impossible degree. Surely, he thought, there could not be any person who was truly deserving of such unflinching affection. But, through what could only be a miracle upon miracles, he had earned it, and he knew better than to question it.

That was a joyous event, but it was far too late, the girls expression saddened. You had already passed, much as I feared you would have.

I I did?

She nodded.

Then wait did you ?

Indeed, a triumphant smile erupted onto her face. Though it took much effort and countless eons, I have reached the stage that allowed me to fling myself back through time. However, it is no simple thing.

If it was, she would have gone back to mere moments after she was forced to leave her lover behind. However, time was like a vast ocean in a storm, always in motion and ever-changing. Long had Maggie gazed far into the temporal currents, desperate to find the insignificant little speck of land called Joe Mulligan. However, it was too far away in the past, so distant that the task before her was nigh-impossible even for Maghrathlak the Observers future self. Thankfully, there was a little tiny glow amidst the tempestuous flows of time - a ritual specifically designed to draw out the entity in question.

It is only because you called out to me that I was able to find my way back, so that I might once more hold you in my arms.

There was a brief moment of stunned silence as this revelation sunk in.

Holy crap, Joe muttered.

Holy crap, AJ agreed.

Ah. Agent Johanson, Maggie looked up. I see you have mastered much more of your psionic potential than we last met. Also, congratulations on your promotion. And marriage.

Though she wasnt strong enough to resist the girls invasive probing, the fact that she had recovered so quickly spoke volumes as to her progress. She was still deathly pale, quivering like a newborn deer, and gasping for breath like an asthmatic tortoise, but conscious nevertheless.

Seriously, though, the woman barely spoke. Youre a Class-4 now?

Maggies lips curved into that infuriatingly cocky smirk of hers while her left hand raised a triumphant V sign.

Yes, she stated, just to drive the message home.

Thats- Urp! Thats nice. Im going to vomit now.

And then she did just that.

Alright! an extremely pissed off Kelly burst into the room. Wheres the cunt that wants her face rearranged to resemble a- Wait, what the fuck?!

Hello, Keloghtheryl, Maggie greeted her sibling with a smile. A blatantly forced one, but a smile nonetheless. I see you have not yet learned to pay attention to your surroundings.

The Devourer did not answer. She just stood there, staring wide-eyed and slacked jawed at the impossible entity in front of her.

But b-b-but she stammered. You cant be here. The Big A-Hole still has you in his little box. I just spoke to you, like, two weeks ago, and you were nowhere near done!

Ah, yes. I remember that interaction, Maggie frowned slightly. I would not call it a conversation, however. It was mostly just you gloating over my situation. Yet, you were far more humble on future visits. I suppose now I finally know the reason.

Kelly blinked rapidly as she could not believe what she was hearing. No matter how deviant, Maghrathlak the Observer was literally incapable of speaking blatant lies. And yet it mentioned future visits. Coupled with the overwhelming yet familiar feeling this entity gave off, there was no denying it. It was her sibling, but also not her sibling. It could not be, and yet it was. Being so personally connected to this paradox, Kelly could not just brush it off as Oh, its just future Maggie. Her alien psyche was locked in the unfamiliar sensation of a logic loop as it failed to parse this turn of events.

Do you need to sit down? the pale beauty offered.

Joe could literally see steam erupt from Kellys ears as she collapsed on the spot, then reverted to her scarred hosts natural appearance.

Ill take that as a yes, Maggie smirked.

Theres, uh, nothing going on between us, by the way, the man rapidly added. She was just here to-

I know, the girl reassured him. And I commend you on how you handled her.

Ugh, Agent Johanson finally rose to her feet. I take it you know that slag?

Indeed. What you just saw was Keloghtheryl the Devourer. My sibling, for lack of a better term.

Oh. Oh, yeah. Thats just great.

The woman couldnt help but grimace. She knew full well she had to arrest and attempt to restrain that thing. She was also aware that it would probably fall on her to monitor it, and she already despised the idea. So, seeing as how everyone else was passed out and, by the look of things, every piece of electronic equipment in the chamber was completely fried, she opted to try something else instead.

Theoretically, AJ spoke carefully, now that youre a Class-4 with mastery over space and time, would you kindly yknow take that thing off-planet and wipe its existence from all of our memories?

Maggie thought about this request and its implications for a moment, then smiled broadly.

And miss out on observing your frustration at Keloghtheryls metaphorical hands?

Tsk, yep, I figured, the psionic cringed. What about you two?

I believe my boyfriend and I have much catching up to do, so I would like some privacy.

AJ was neither willing nor able to reply before the sickeningly sweet couple vanished from sight with a small pop. They reappeared in high orbit over Butterpond-4, inside Maggies old-new Silver Tempest shuttle. More specifically, in the cabin, seated side-by-side on the bed.

Wait, what just happened?! the man was understandably surprised.

I teleported us, she abridged her explanation.

Oh. You can just do that now, huh?

Indeed. You could say I have a few extra tricks up my sleeve.

But isnt this shuttle supposed to be in a government hangar? They confiscated it and everything.

I teleported it too.

Ah. Why, though?

This humble vessel holds my most vivid and passionate memories of you before our separation.

She then scooched over a little bit closer.

Also, its the quietest place I know of.

Oh, Joes cheeks flushed red. I guess it is, yeah. Phew. Is it me or, uh, is it kinda hard to breathe all of a sudden?

Youre misunderstanding, she giggled. We will have plenty of opportunities for coitus later. Right now, however, I wish to merely talk without any distractions.

Sure. About what?

Anything at all.

Oh. Uhm, alright So, about that expensive brand of starberry jam. You know, the one you had this morning?

Yes?

Was it actually any good? Never could tell the difference between that and the cheaper ones.

According to my vessels analysis, it contained actual starberry fruit instead of artificial substitutes. The taste and chemical composition were effectively identical, but I prefer the genuine article.

Because its not a fake starberry?

Precisely.

Then how come you liked imitation crab cakes over real crab cakes?

Thats not the same.

Isnt it?

The imitation is on the label. They are upfront with their deception, so it does not count.

The two laid back as they chatted at length about anything and everything, both of them glad to finally be back together. Joe had pictured their reunion countless times, but his fantasies never went beyond those emotional first moments. Spending half an hour discussing something as inconsequential as processed seafood certainly wouldnt have been his first guess. Not that he was complaining, of course. Now that all the excitement had died down, all that was left was a sense of calm contentment he hadnt experienced in years. Azgodkalar apparently felt it too, seeing as he emerged from Maggies coiling locks and slithered off her shoulder until it came to a peaceful rest on the edge of the bed.

By the way, the little guy hasnt grown at all, has he? Joe remarked.

This is true, she confirmed.

But, like, shouldnt he have gotten at least a wee bit bigger? He was just a hatchling when you got him.

This is true. However, I took the liberty of granting Azgodkalar perpetual youth.

Oh. Huh. That would explain a lot, actually.

He wasnt even bothered by this revelation. He mightve shown a stronger reaction before, but after learning his lover was now a time traveller, his craziness threshold had risen to dizzying heights. That said, he did have one issue with it.

How come you never offered that to me, though?

Philosophical conundrums regarding immortality aside, surely a boyfriend was more important than a pet, right?

Because you didnt ask.

Really, Maggie? Really?

Also, my current method of halting biological aging in humans has negative side effects, she added.

Ah Like what?

Sterility, for one.

It took Joe a few moments for that comment and its implications to fully sink in.

You want to have kids?

Maggie blushed fiercely as she nodded, and the mans simple mind was flooded with all kinds of questions he never considered before. Things like, was she even capable of getting pregnant? No, of course she was. The girls physical form was almost entirely human, after all. But even then, what would their kid even be? Just a normal human kid like him? An enigmatic entity like her? A hybrid, of sorts? Or perhaps something else entirely? Would Maggie run experiments on it? Would the government? Actually, was Joe even ready to have kids? True, he did manage to form a cult and learned a lot of interpersonal skills in the process, but were any of those really applicable for parenting?

All of those were extremely valid concerns that were as interesting as they were terrifying, and yet Maggies next words contained the only question that truly mattered.

What about you? Would you like to sire offspring with me?

I have never wanted anything more in my entire life.

Six years ago, a bumbling buffoon agreed to lay down on a sacrificial altar. He did so not out of some twisted devotion, mad obsession, or suicidal intent. He was lured in by the promise of having a single wish fulfilled. Not one of money, fame, power, or anything of the sort. Joe Mulligan was a simple, honest, peaceful bloke whose only real desire was just as basic as he was - to start a family with a girl he loved. Surely, such a thing would not be too difficult to accomplish. And yet it wasnt until an immense, unfathomable entity from an alien dimension entered his life that this became possible. It was a state of affairs that spoke volumes as to just how hopelessly undateable the man used to be.

Joe himself didnt feel that way, though.

As far as he was concerned, he was the jammiest bastard to ever live.

He was alright with that.

The end.