18 Apocalypse Ave, Saturday Morning

[doubleohblonde]

The first thing James noticed when he woke up was that he hadn't been woken by a maid. The next thing was that his bed was uncharacteristically comfortable. Brushing a stray lock of thick black hair out of his eyes as he sat up, he looked in confusion. The room was spacious, warm, and airy, the complete opposite of the cramped, dark, school dormitories he'd gotten used to in the last few years.

His confusion grew as he explored the room. For every book on the shelf that he recognised, there were several he didn't, there was something that might possibly have been a typewriter if he could figure out where to put the paper, the clothing in the closets was mostly good quality but far too large, and while he found a British passport in his name, it was an obvious fake, given its issue date seventy-odd years in the future and the photo of an unfamiliar man at least twice his age who was a blonde of all things.

Still, James was not one to be easily daunted, and after checking the doorknob and finding it unlocked, he pulled on on a pair of trousers that were baggy enough to make his lanky frame look even skinnier and ventured out to investigate the house proper.

[Open to the housemates. Bond is now the version of Bond from the Young Bond YA novels.]

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[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

Biff was crouched in front of the television, trying to get it to work. "Where are all the dials?" he complained.

When he saw the younger, skinnier guy, he smiled cruelly. "You! Make me a sandwich."

Intimidating people was what he did best. Just ask that wimp McFly.

[doubleohblonde]

After the mad scientists, hardened criminals, death-traps, and communist spy-masters, a loud-mouthed American was remarkably unintimidating. He wasn't even a prefect.

Still the kitchen would most likely have coffee in it, so James headed in that direction, tossing a "Why? Do your parents think butter knives are too sharp?" over his shoulder.

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

"They aren't allowed to have any down at the prison," Biff replied, "and grandma always makes me sandwiches."

He didn't know where she'd gone and really wasn't all that worried. Old people were annoying.

"But she's not here and I'm hungry, so get me a sandwich, pipsqueak."

[doubleohblonde]

James looked though the various canisters, ah, there was the coffee. Now if he could only figure out how to work the coffee machine, he'd seen it done several times before.

"And my Aunt Charmain always insists on basic table manners," he said, warily poking what looked like a power switch. "So I'm afraid you're out of luck."

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

Biff, as befit the Oldest High School Student Ever, stood up and tried to loom. Loomily.

Look, in 1955 he was a badass.

He cracked his knuckles. "Table manners are for other people."

[doubleohblonde]

Given the most intimidating individual James had ever encountered was a Russian grandmother, the effect was sadly lost on him.

"In that case so are sandwiches."

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

"Not knuckle sandwiches," Biff said.

Biff thought he was very, very clever.

Biff was wrong.

[doubleohblonde]

James wondered if it would be unsporting not to mention he'd been studying boxing and Judo. He also wondered why he was worried about sportsmanship with regard someone who clearly didn't understand the word.

"Only if you intend on making them yourself."

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I make great knuckle sandwiches," Biff said with a horsey little laugh. "Just ask McFly."

And then he tried, stupidly, to punch James.

It was entirely possible that Biff would be spending the rest of the weekend unconscious, yes.

[doubleohblonde]

Given that things like that tended to happen to people who tried to hurt James, it was quite likely, yes.

Stepping out of the way of Biff's punch, James attempted to use Biff's momentum to flip him over his shoulder.

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

And over the shoulder Biff went, landing with a heavy thud on the floor. "Owww!" he whined.

[doubleohblonde]

James grinned dorkily. "You were saying something about knuckle sandwiches?"

Yes, taunt the bully some more James, that will defuse the situation.

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

"Shut up, twerp," Biff growled.

[doubleohblonde]

"Whatever you say," James said, still grinning, before straightening and turning his attention back to the coffee machine.

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

Biff was just going to lie here and plot bitter, bitter revenge.

Bitterly.

Oh yeah.