Haven: Reunion

The Gull is semi busy, but I don't see any sign of Jeanine or Robbie which is somewhat of a relief, maybe she made good on her threat not to patronize my "crappy establishment" again, despite loving it ten minutes before when she thought she might be able to rekindle the old times, and he's probably following her around like a wet dog. I think I see a few other old high school people, it's hard to tell, changes and the fact I only had about 50% attendance.
Julia comes over and surreptitiously bumps me with her hip, "Prom Queen not here today, Boss?"
"No, I think we ran her off."
"Awww, that's a mighty big shame," she pouts, putting on the Southern drawl.
"You're having fun with all this."
She laughs, "What? Me? Seeing all these catty bitches who made my life Hell and were more than happy to spend hours whittling away at me with all the horrible things I had wrong with me and all the reasons why you would never give me the time of day, let alone be interested in me...and knowing all the things we get up to, and seeing the state their lives are in...no, that's not fun at all. It's excellent. Now, if you'll excuse me, tiny cowgirl has to go strut for table four. I had science with them."
"Tiny vindictive cowgirl."
"Tiny cowgirl who looks better than ever," she winks, "What's the Boss doing?"
"Boss has to check something broken on the back deck," I tell her.
"Work work work," she winks.

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It's rare that something is actually broken on the back deck but I'll probably have it sorted by the time Julia gets out here. Kerry told me when I got in that the side lights went off last night before close even though they were supposed to be on. The fuses were fine. It bothers me though that when I get out there I can immediately see that the wires were cut. Who would?
Then I notice something on the lower deck itself, at first I think it's a large cargo container, but when I go down to investigate and get closer it's a locker? and there's a weird noise is coming from it. Oh, shit if there's someone stuck in there? Though sorta quiet for a person--who knows how long? Just open the damn thing.
That is not a person--that is a fucking snake!
And then I'm in the water--something hit me from behind...lucky I can swim.
"Boss?" I hear Julia, as I'm trying to brush the hair out of my eyes, something feels weird...I rub my face again. It's clean-shaven, it can't be a Trouble that just shaves you, "Boss?"
"Down here," I swim over to the dock and pull myself up.
She runs down the steps, hesitates a moment. I hear the locker door slam shut, and she grabs my arm and helps pull me up and I flop onto my back.
"I feel weird," I tell her.
"Well, you look..." she has that tone she gets if she's being overly appreciative of me just climbing out of the shower and that I might need another one in short order.
"What?"
"Just...look..." she points towards the water.
I lean back over the edge of the deck and there's a face I haven't seen in over a decade staring back at me. I'm seventeen...well, that makes more sense than a shaving Trouble. This is the better of the aging Troubles, definitely, so long as I don't start getting younger and younger--but this was straight to seventeen.
"Oh, man..." is about all I can manage to get out for a moment, "We need to get to the police station. Audrey and Nathan can help fix things."
"I'll drive us over there," Julia says, but she has a devilish twinkle in her eye as I stand up and offer her my hand, "You know with me driving it won't take us that long to get over there...want to help me live out a teenager fantasy...or two?"
"What do you have in mind, wicked wench?"
She grabs my arm, "Come to the car."
"What?"
"Well, I never got to lose my virginity in the back of my Mom's car."
"Oh," the fact that she would still want to do these things with me is strange considering, for a moment I remember the look she was giving me when she first helped me climb out of the water but still, "Are you? Really?"
"Really, Duke? I've been waiting eighteen years to have sex with your seventeen year old self. When am I going to get another chance?" she tugs my arm, "Are you coming?"
A thought crosses my mind, "You think we can find whoever did this and get them to change you too?"
She stares at me, incredulous, "Wha--? You...huh?"
"What?"
"Why would you?"
"Why would I what? Oh--you were cute back then. I mean--you still are, obviously, but--am I digging myself into a hole here? I'd like to know so I can stop talking..."
Then she's kissing me. It's one of those deep kisses, tongues teasing each other and I can feel an uncomfortableness because of the fact that my pants are wet and heavy and the passion of the kiss is exciting me I have to break away.
"We should--" I start, "--wet clothes," is the most of the sentence I can manage to string together.
"Car can wait," she pulls me towards the Cape, "Let's get you out of those wet clothes and into something dry. Eventually."