Timestorm: A Tempest Novel (The Tempest Trilogy)

by Julie Cross

  “No and no.” She leaned over me, frowning. “Are you okay?”

  I shifted my focus from the ceiling to Holly’s blue eyes. “I miss my sister,” I admitted as pain ripped through me. I’d spent so many days with her and now I’d lost her all over again.

  Sympathy filled her expression and she rested a hand on my face. “I know. I’m sorry.”

  “I’m not supposed to feel guilty for being here when she’s … not,” I said, my voice shaking a bit. “But I’m not sure it’s that easy to follow those directions. And I’ve been nineteen forever and I’ve missed you forever and I’m so tired—”

  Holly shut me up with a kiss, not caring that I was still soaking wet and smelling like salt water and seaweed. I allowed myself to pull her closer, to close my eyes and feel her mouth against mine. And I could feel her love, her understanding, her longing to be with me like I longed to be with her.

  And she was okay. No one had hurt her. No one had taken away her free will. She looked beautiful and healthy.

  “I’ve missed you forever, too,” Holly whispered against my mouth. “I don’t know if that helps you at all…”

  “It does, Holly. It really does.” Before I could kiss her again, the door burst open.

  “Break it up, both of you,” Adam said. “I can’t believe you’re back! This is awesome, man! It’s been boring as hell without you around.”

  I sat up slowly, feeling a grin spread across my face. “Boring sounds nice.”

  Adam pulled me to my feet and I surprised him by hugging my friend. My best friend. “You haven’t, like, died recently, have you?”

  He released me and stepped back. “Not that I’m aware of. No wonder Dr. Melvin is pacing the living room, waiting to scan your brain.”

  Eileen had told me to let him do his job even though I already knew the truth. I wasn’t a time traveler anymore and that was a hundred percent okay with me.

  I sighed heavily. “All right, let’s get this updating stuff over with so I can take a nice long nap.”

  “One more question.” Holly and I walked down the hall hand in hand but I stopped her before joining the others. “You’re not in the CIA, are you?”

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. “If I told you, then I’d have to—”

  I groaned and leaned my forehead against hers. “Why?”

  “Oh come on.” She laughed. “You know I’ve had spy ambitions since early childhood. Besides, your dad’s just started me on the basics. I’m still going to school now, graduating and all that. NYU in the fall.”

  “Does your mom know?”

  She kissed me quickly on the mouth. “Does she know that I’m interning for a government department that required a full security clearance? Yes, she knows.”

  “Okay.” I sighed and then kissed her again. “I love you so much, Holly.”

  Her eyes met mine. “I love you, too.”

  I released her and we continued toward the other room.

  “So, seriously,” Holly pressed. “Who’s the redheaded girl?”

  I looked over at her and smiled. “That’s a really interesting and complicated story, but for now, just think of her as my family.”

  “You’re related?”

  “You could say that.”

  We had entered the living room and I stopped in the doorway, taking in the roomful of people—Dr. Melvin, Dad, Emily, Adam, Mason, Stewart, Kendrick, Agent Collins, and Holly.

  Eileen was right. I had almost everybody I loved right here with me. And it was already more than I ever thought I could hope for.

  EPILOGUE

  SEVEN MONTHS LATER

  OCTOBER 30, 2009. 7:20 A.M.

  Dad smacked my knee, making me aware of the fact that I’d been bouncing it for the entire cab ride from the airport to the East Village. “Three more minutes. Relax, all right?”

  I would if I could. The panic had reached a climactic point and there was no going back now.

  “What exactly do you think is going to happen?” Dad asked for like the tenth time since abandoning our mission in Hungary nine hours ago.

  If my dad wasn’t in charge of the division, I’d be getting some serious shit for going AWOL like this. “I don’t know,” I snapped. “So I’m irrational. Get over it.”

  “Sleep-deprived and irrational.” He laughed and shook his head. “Very bad combination.”

  The cab was nearing what looked like a wall of traffic and I had zero patience left after enduring a transcontinental flight. “Stop here, please,” I said to the driver before turning to Dad. “You’ll get Emily from Kendrick’s place?”

  “Yes, and I told you that five times already.”

  I flung the door open and took off in a full sprint, running the remaining eight blocks, weaving in and out of morning commuters heading to work and NYU students with 8:00 A.M. classes. As I approached the building, I spotted Holly running toward me.

  Well, not toward me, but she was jogging from the opposite direction toward her dorm. Her headphones were plugged in, her cheeks pink from running in the chilly morning air. I slowed down to a walk, waiting for her to notice me.

  Finally, about twenty feet away, her gaze met mine, her face lighting up. “Jackson!”

  I sighed with relief and scooped her up in my arms, tugging the headphones from her ears. She squeezed me around the neck. “What are you doing here? I just talked to you last night and you were all the way across the ocean.”

  Talking to Holly on the phone the night before, having not seen her in a month, was what had set this whole panic in motion. That and the date. No matter how much I forced myself to think logically, this date still haunted me in the worst way. I thought I could handle being away today, but I couldn’t.

  “I missed you.” I kissed her cheek and then her mouth. “I missed you so much I couldn’t stand it and I had to jump on a plane and come and see you.”

  “No complaints from me,” she said. “Just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

  “It is now.”

  Suspicion filled Holly’s expression as she tried to figure out what the hell was going on. Seven months of being together and there were still a lot of things about the future and alternate histories that I’d avoided telling her about. I didn’t exactly keep things from Holly, but if she didn’t ask and I didn’t think she needed to know, I kept it to myself. For now, at least.

  Despite my obvious emotion, she seemed to accept that answer for the time being and led me inside her building and up the stairs to her floor. The feeling of déjà vu was so intense, I didn’t even realize that I’d just climbed five flights of stairs in less than a minute.

  A more intense and not-at-all-pleasant moment of déjà vu hit the second I stepped inside Holly’s room. I forced the panic away while she closed the door behind me and headed for her shared bathroom.

  “I’m gonna take a quick shower,” she said, from the other side of the door. “Lydia’s already at class.”

  Lydia. At least she and I had managed to hit it off much better this time around than we had the first time we met. But I was still glad for her absence right now given my emotional state.

  My gaze zoomed in on the brown throw rug not too far from the door. My heart raced, my breath lodged in my throat like a lump. I blinked rapidly, trying to wash away the visions of red blood seeping into the brown carpet.

  The last time I’d been in this room, before all the worst events had been set in motion, the last vision I saw before time jumping, was Holly lying in a heap on the floor and red blood on her robe … on this carpet.

  After five minutes of trying to get my shit together, the bathroom door opened.

  “Jackson?” Holly stood in front of me, wearing a robe like she had worn on that day, too. But she was perfect and completely unharmed. “What’s wrong?”

  I shook my head, unable to speak, and then stepped around her and sat down on her bed. My head dropped into my hands and I focused hard on shedding those memorie
s from my mind.

  Holly knelt in front of me, placing her hands over mine and tugging them free. “Are you okay?”

  The lump was still lodged in my throat but I managed to nod and whisper, “I’m fine.”

  She studied my face for several long seconds. “You have to stop trying to protect me from everything.”

  “I’m not—”

  “Yes, you are,” she said firmly. “I’ve let it go most of the time, but I think it’s time we accept the fact that neither of us is going anywhere and eventually your secrets will be my secrets, too.”

  I managed half a smile. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  “It’s terrible,” she said with mock frustration. “I’ve always dreamed of having the normal college experience—playing the field, lots of hot drunken one-night stands and excessive trips to the student health center for free contraception. And now I can’t do any of that because I’m a little bit too in love with you.”

  I should have told her to get a different room. Anything but this. I’d thought by not letting it get to me, I was facing my fears.

  My gaze flitted back to the brown rug and I felt that rush of panic again. “Do you remember that day I started working at Mike’s gym, when he introduced us?”

  “Uh-huh.” She stood up and crawled over me then tugged my arms until I was lying beside her on the bed. This must be my cue to spill the whole story.

  “You already know that wasn’t our first meeting for me.” I focused on the ceiling and held Holly’s hand in mine. “Before that, I’d left 2009. Not just 2009 but October 30, 2009. And it was this room that I jumped from and you were … you were—”

  “What?” she pressed. “I was what?”

  “Shot.” I released the word in one big exhale. “Bleeding onto that brown rug. I know it’s not logical to think that history will repeat itself but I’m seeing it right now. I can’t help it. It’s the same room, same everything. And when I talked to you last night, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had to get here. Just in case.”

  Holly had stiffened the second I said the word “shot,” but she drew in a deep breath, composing herself, and then leaned over me. “What time did this happen?”

  “I don’t know.” I dug through memories I’d been avoiding for months. “Around nine in the morning.”

  She nodded. “That’s pretty soon. Okay, all we need to do is find one difference and then maybe you can imagine a new outcome. How did that Holly react to someone with a gun? Or was there time to react?”

  “She threw a shoe and used pepper spray.” I squeezed my eyes shut, hating how the tiniest of details brought back all the feelings I’d had in that moment. Dr. Melvin said I was experiencing PTSD and I would probably go long bouts without any problems and then one small trigger could bring me right back to the worst times of my life.

  “Jackson, look at me,” Holly said firmly, and I opened my eyes right away. “I wouldn’t need a shoe or pepper spray to disarm and turn a gun on someone and you know that.”

  True. Even after the loss of my extensive brainpower, I was still a pretty good shot, but Holly was better. Not that this Holly had any experience in the field, but she’d been shooting at the range for months as part of her part-time CIA trainee program.

  My body relaxed about ten percent.

  “What else is different?” Holly asked, recognizing that her technique might be working.

  I reached up, taking her face in my hands. “You and me. We’re different. I’d never let that bullet hit you again. I’d never leave without you knowing how I really felt, without professing my undying love.”

  She laughed and brushed her thumb across my cheek. “See? Your color’s back to normal.” Her fingers drifted over my jaw, down lower until she rested them at the pulse point in my neck. “Your heart rate is almost normal now.”

  I slid my hands inside her robe. “It’s never normal when you’re around.”

  “What a line.” She rolled her eyes and then her face turned serious again. “It sounds like you shut that other Holly out and that didn’t turn out well. I know some of what you’re going through, but you won’t throw that burden all the way on my shoulders. And I think you need to. You can’t let me in halfway, Jackson.”

  “I know. I’m sorry.” I rubbed the back of her neck with one hand and pulled her almost all the way on top of me with the other. “But I can’t exactly think of each and every possible trigger for memories I’ve tucked away and spill them all at once.”

  “But you tried to tell me you were fine a few minutes ago,” Holly pointed out. “If I hadn’t pressed you for details, you wouldn’t have told me what was bothering you. For once, I want you to say exactly what’s going through your head. I can handle it.”

  I looked up at her, studying her expression. Could she handle everything? Yes. But did I want to taint this Holly with all the horrible memories? I wasn’t quite ready to decide that but I did have other things on my mind that I could throw her way. “I was just thinking how much I love you and how many times a day I stop myself from telling you because I don’t want to drive you crazy. And I want to…” I rolled her over onto her back and leaned down, my mouth hovering close to hers, “buy an apartment for us to share, and have a dozen babies with you and send half to public school in Jersey and half to a private school on the Upper East Side and see which half turns out better. Maybe we’ll send a couple of them to secret-agent school, too, you know, keep up the family biz. Emily can teach them all eight different languages. And then we’ll get old and fat and probably bald, too, and I’ll love you even more because you’re willing to love the old, fat, and bald version of me.”

  Holly was laughing so hard, tears were streaking down the side of her face. “You’re so full of it, Jackson. A dozen babies in a New York City apartment? And we’re not even married?”

  I closed the gap and kissed her, then pulled back just enough to see her face. “I’ll marry you, Holly. I’m ready right now. I’ve been ready forever so you just tell me when, all right?”

  Her eyes widened, her mouth falling open. “Did you just—?”

  “Propose,” I finished, giving her another kiss. “I think so. But you said not to hold back.”

  “Right, I did say that.”

  I laughed at her shell-shocked expression. “Relax, Hol. Don’t freak out on me. I do want to be with you like that, but I also want you to do everything you’ve ever wanted to do—the second goal trumps the first, so no matter what happens with us, I’m going to feel happy at some level at least knowing you’re okay and you’re happy.”

  “I’m happy right now,” she said with such certainty. “And I’d be even more happy if you’d admit this whole conversation is just a ploy to take advantage of my roommate being at class all day.”

  “Yes, it totally is.” My lips traveled down her neck and then she was kissing me long and slow, our clothes falling to the floor one article at a time.

  * * *

  A couple hours later, we were exiting Holly’s dorm, the sun hitting us in the eyes after having dozed off for an hour or so. I tried to stay calm as we headed toward Holly’s first class of the day, but there was no stopping my gaze from roaming the area, looking for a delayed performance of my last attempt at living through October 30, 2009. But there was no threat in sight.

  We walked for several minutes hand in hand, chatting about fall-semester class schedules, Emily, my dad, Adam, and also Holly’s training. When we reached the building where Holly’s calculus class was held, she stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, turning to face me.

  “You don’t scare me, Jackson Meyer. You, your past, your plans for the future—I’m not afraid of any of it. I’m only afraid of admitting that it doesn’t scare me. I hope all these flashbacks and horrible experiences stop haunting you eventually, but even if they don’t, I’ll be there beside you, helping you through it.” She smiled and squeezed my hand. “You’re not perfect, but you’re perfect for me, and I don’t
see that changing anytime soon.”

  I wrapped my arms around her, lifting her off the ground. “Me either.”

  We stood there in the middle of the sidewalk kissing for longer than would be considered appropriate and then Holly buried her face in my neck, and said, “I’d jump in front of that bullet, too, if it kept it from hitting you. I’m sure that’s not something you want to hear, but I’m just as willing to save you as you are to save me.”

  She lifted her head and I touched my forehead to hers. “You’ve already saved me, Holly. At least a dozen times.”

  “Good.” She kissed me and then disentangled herself from my arms, reaching for the door of the building. “Then it’s settled. We’ll keep doing what we’ve been doing and everything’s going to turn out fine. We’ve got time to figure out all the details.”

  Time. Yes, finally we had time.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  I’d like to thank my husband, Nick, for his continued support and love. My kids, for being proud of these books that they aren’t even old enough to read yet. My entire family, who have all gone out on the front lines, preaching the word of Tempest from day one. I have amazing parents, in-laws, aunts, siblings, cousins, uncles, nieces, and one amazing grandmother. I’m the luckiest author alive for all the family support that I have.

  Also thanks to my agent, Nicole Resciniti, who may not have had much direct involvement with this series coming into it so late in the game, but she helped me through that emotional turning point all authors must face where we have to answer the question: What now?

  Timestorm beta readers, you guys are all so amazing. Some of you went so far above and beyond your beta-reader duties, I should be bequeathing my firstborn to you. I’m sorry in advance if I forgot anyone! You have my permission to harass me via e-mail and I will send you lovely presents—Kari Olson, Mark Perini, Erica Haglund, Malinda Childers, Heather Sheffield, and Chersti Nieveen.