No. There was absolutely nothing about this plan that wasn’t batshit. But he refused to be yet another person who failed Billy Hargrove. It didn’t matter that it wouldn’t be for long, or that he wouldn’t know it. That failure? It wasn’t an option.
“Yeah. Yeah, I think I am. How’s this going to work?”
“Well, you’re going to owe America and me both an extremely large debt. Come on, let’s start with the research.”
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The problem presents itself almost immediately upon arrival. It was one thing to aspire to being a hero in ways that no one here has ever fathomed, but it was an entirely different thing to realize he was missing absolutely vital data. Sure he had the specific where, and the general when, but damn if he wasn’t missing really important little details like ‘when the fuck in 1986 Hawkins, Indiana am I supposed to be’. So they did their best, which was erring on the side of caution.
Which had unfortunately met Tommy settling down and passing the winter in fucking Hawkins, Indiana in the fucking late 80s. Given there wasn’t anything resembling people with super powers here (except for apparently people that the government experimented on), it meant that Tommy had to play at life here, while trying to get his bearings. A whole winter of fashion that was thankfully dead (though he was glad about the jeans holy fuck) in the future, of a miserable wig that his brother had thankfully enchanted to return to perfection whenever he put it on its form at night, and a dinky ass trailer that he managed to afford because apparently magic could fool old computers pretty easily compared to the ones he knew.
From there, well, it was a matter of melding into the town with all of his magically created identification and life. Which was actually a bit harder given, well… There was one thing that Tommy had acquired that he really wasn’t comfortable with. Seriously. Cars were hell. And this place had nothing resembling proper public transportation. So, you know, what the actual fuck. Had a beat up old clunker though, something he’d studied back home with Kate to prove himself capable of using, but he still defaulted to moving by foot when he could get away with it.
Honestly, he couldn’t get away with it enough. Especially not in the winter. Especially not when he was trying to seem like he was following a guy around too much. At least there was work to do of course. A local restaurant that needed a short order cook that Tommy found himself more than capable of doing.
Which, much to his surprise, was where he first laid his eyes properly on one Billy Hargrove.
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A Prologue Of Sorts
Date: 2023-09-20 12:04 am (UTC)No. There was absolutely nothing about this plan that wasn’t batshit. But he refused to be yet another person who failed Billy Hargrove. It didn’t matter that it wouldn’t be for long, or that he wouldn’t know it. That failure? It wasn’t an option.
“Yeah. Yeah, I think I am. How’s this going to work?”
“Well, you’re going to owe America and me both an extremely large debt. Come on, let’s start with the research.”
The problem presents itself almost immediately upon arrival. It was one thing to aspire to being a hero in ways that no one here has ever fathomed, but it was an entirely different thing to realize he was missing absolutely vital data. Sure he had the specific where, and the general when, but damn if he wasn’t missing really important little details like ‘when the fuck in 1986 Hawkins, Indiana am I supposed to be’. So they did their best, which was erring on the side of caution.
Which had unfortunately met Tommy settling down and passing the winter in fucking Hawkins, Indiana in the fucking late 80s. Given there wasn’t anything resembling people with super powers here (except for apparently people that the government experimented on), it meant that Tommy had to play at life here, while trying to get his bearings. A whole winter of fashion that was thankfully dead (though he was glad about the jeans holy fuck) in the future, of a miserable wig that his brother had thankfully enchanted to return to perfection whenever he put it on its form at night, and a dinky ass trailer that he managed to afford because apparently magic could fool old computers pretty easily compared to the ones he knew.
From there, well, it was a matter of melding into the town with all of his magically created identification and life. Which was actually a bit harder given, well… There was one thing that Tommy had acquired that he really wasn’t comfortable with. Seriously. Cars were hell. And this place had nothing resembling proper public transportation. So, you know, what the actual fuck. Had a beat up old clunker though, something he’d studied back home with Kate to prove himself capable of using, but he still defaulted to moving by foot when he could get away with it.
Honestly, he couldn’t get away with it enough. Especially not in the winter. Especially not when he was trying to seem like he was following a guy around too much. At least there was work to do of course. A local restaurant that needed a short order cook that Tommy found himself more than capable of doing.
Which, much to his surprise, was where he first laid his eyes properly on one Billy Hargrove.