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Chapter One

Stevie sat waiting outside on the front porch of her Phoenix home. She twirled a strand of her blonde hair around her finger nervously. It would only be a little longer, then a week, and then a reunion tour. She was nervous about it all.

She adjusted the lock on her hunter green suitcase; she only had one this time. She promised not to bring more, since they would have no entourage and they would only be gone for a week. It would be just the two of them, alone.

She was reaching into her purse for a tube of strawberry lip balm when the black land rover pulled into the driveway. The door swung open and her heart stopped briefly as a man in jeans and a red shirt got out, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. He approached her, and she stood, smoothing out the fabric of her blue floral skirt as she did so.

“Hello again.” She said, offering her hand.

“Hello.” The man said. Although Stevie knew very well that the identity of the man behind the sunglasses was not a mystery, it was exciting to pretend so. At the same time, he knew the formality of a handshake was just for show, and to make sure they got to the airport on time. The reason for his visit and their trip was clear to the both of them. He smiled slightly at the thought.

“I’m all ready. Only one suitcase, as promised.” Stevie picked up her bag and started for the car. The man was right behind her, taking her bag and setting it on the ground.

“The handshake wasn’t exactly the greeting I hoped for.” He said, his voice low.

“Maybe you should hope for less.” Stevie said as he backed her up against the car. She pushed his glasses up so they sat atop his head, revealing his blue-grey eyes.

“I only settle for the best.”

“I know you do,” she pulled his face close, kissing him lightly, “but we have plenty of time for that, later. Right now, we have a plane to catch.”

“I know we do, but a real kiss won’t make us miss the flight.” She didn’t have time to say otherwise before his mouth was on hers again.

“We have an entire week of that, baby.” She replied, as they broke apart.

He nodded and threw her suitcase into the back of his car and then joined Stevie in the cab.

As they sped off to the airport, Stevie wasted no time in requesting control over the music.

“Sure,” he agreed, “What are you going to play?”

“You just sit back and let me be the DJ.” She smiled, popping in a cassette, waiting for the first song to start. When it did, she watched his expression change from curious to a sudden understanding and then he was lost in another time. She was lost in that time too, a time when both Stevie and Lindsey were younger.

“You’ve always been my Stephanie,” he said softly as the instrumental he penned for her years ago ended and changed to ‘Crystal’.

She nodded. Some things never change; they have remained ageless. He stole looks at her out of the corner of his eye, while concentrating on driving, or at least trying to. He knew the importance of the tape. It was the same old mix of love songs that they had made so many years ago. He could remember handpicking the songs. Some of theirs, they only had one album back then, and then the favourites. The ones they loved to dance to, to talk to, and to be together to. He knew that Stevie was trying to take them back to the times before the pain and heartache.

And she had succeeded. Every minute of the half-hour drive to the airport melted a year off of them both, leaving them at the time when they had just finally released the Buckingham-Nicks album in LA.

As they boarded the flight, they both knew it would be a long journey to Europe.


The in-flight movie started, right after a light dinner. Blankets were brought around and the lights dimmed to accommodate those who wanted to try and get sleep. Stevie was one of those; she put the seat back, kicked her sandals off and closed her eyes. After a few moments, she sighed and tried to readjust herself to a more comfortable position.

Lindsey saw her struggle and raised the armrest between them, pulling her down to rest her head against him. She let out a contented sigh and fell asleep. He watched her for a few moments before pulling a blanket over them and falling asleep, her in his arms.


“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Paris, France. The weather forecast is clear blue sky and 22 degrees Celsius.” The flight attendant chirped as the plane touched down.

The noise, combined with the bumpy landing was enough to wake Stevie. She looked around, slightly disoriented and upon the realisation of her location, she turned to Lindsey, shaking him gently. He didn’t move, so she started rubbing his shoulders and neck. His dark curly hair brushed against her fingers. She pulled her hand away. Lindsey’s hair hadn’t been that long when they left, had it? She shrugged it off and tried again to wake him. He showed no sign of getting up so she figured that since the plane was large and full, they could have at least another ten minutes and be the last people off. Stevie opened up her purse and took out her compact to freshen her make-up. The moment the mirror was in view, she gasped. The face looking at her was not the one of the 49-year-old she had been when she boarded the plane, but of herself, as a 25-year-old.

“Lindsey!” She shouted loud enough for the back row to hear her, never mind the next seat. He looked over at her drowsily. His face was younger too. She tried hard to remember what had happened before they were on the plane. She could recall getting in the car with Lindsey, and listening to music on the way to the airport. She couldn’t remember anything before that, except saying goodbye to Keith at the studio after they had celebrated Buckingham Nicks being released. But there seemed to be so much time since then, years. Why couldn’t she remember anything else?

“Would you two please depart the plane now?” The flight attendant said, interrupting Stevie’s thoughts.

Stevie and Lindsey both looked up. “Oh, yes, sorry.” Stevie said, gathering her belongings and getting up.

Once off the plane, they took to a corner of the airport that was slightly less crowded.

“Lindsey?” Stevie asked. “Can you tell me what we were doing before we left?”

“Yeah, we were listening to a tape you brought and we were thinking about the old days.”

“The old days…” She repeated. “Look at me.”

For the first time since waking up, he really looked at her.

“Oh my God, Stevie.” His hand went up to his curls and he noticed the same thing Stevie had on the plane. His locks came down to his shoulders. Suddenly he became frightened. “I only wished that we could go back to the old times. I didn’t know it could actually happen!” He cried.

“Wait! You wished that we could be back like the old days?”

“Yeah. When we were listening to ‘I’ve Been Loving You Too Long’.”

Stevie felt like she had been punched in the stomach. She sunk to the floor.

“What’s wrong? Stevie?” Lindsey knelt down next to her.

“Do you realise that we both wished the same thing at the same time? And it happened?”

Lindsey suddenly felt faint too, sitting down next to Stevie.

“Lindsey, I can’t remember anything in between our album and when we left. What happened to us? Did we break up? Are we together?”

He put his head in his hands. “I can’t remember either. I guess we must have, broken up, because we wanted to go back to old times.” He said, trying to work backwards. “But I don’t know when or why. I can’t imagine being without you.”

“Neither can I. What on earth did we do? Actually, I don’t want to know.”

“You’re right. Knowing that we broke up and how is probably the worst thing we could do. Let’s just be in love, like we wished for.”

Stevie reached out and put her hand behind his head, pulling him to her lips. After a long kiss, she smiled, “If I only had one love, yours would be the one I’d choose.”

“I don’t feel like I ever did stop loving you. I fell in love once and made it count.”

Something in their minds was screaming the importance of showing all their cards at once, not keeping their emotions locked up inside. It was almost like it would be vital to them later.

Lindsey stood up and held his hand out to help Stevie up. In the reality of what had taken place, they, especially Lindsey, felt back in control. He was going to prove to Stevie this week that whatever reason they had broken up for was trivial. They could find a way to make this work.

He gave Stevie another kiss, this time determined not to screw up however he had in the past, or future, whatever it was. They walked to the baggage claim; it took them no time at all to find their luggage as most everyone else had picked theirs up. The airport was large and busy, but everyone was too wrapped up in their own affairs to take notice of the confused couple, as they looked through the itinerary papers.

“I guess the reservations we had back in, what year was it? Oh, yeah, 1997 are still good. Or is the rest of the world turned back too?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. Can we ask someone?”

“Ask someone?” Stevie opened her mouth in disbelief. “They’ll think we’re a couple of nuts!”

“Babe, we’re not too far from it. Let’s see, the reservations are for which hotel? You would have booked a room at a newer hotel, right?”

“I think so.”

He scanned the paper Stevie had in her hands. “Garden Elysee.” He said, ignoring the French pronunciation. “Well, let’s go find an information desk and ask if they can get us a bus to there and if they say they don’t know where it is, we can assume that it’s 1973. If they tell us where to go, then it must be just us that changed.”

Stevie nodded at Lindsey’s plan. She just let him take care of it; she was too confused to even think. Although it took them ten minutes to find an info booth and then an additional fifteen to find someone who spoke English well enough to help them, Stevie and Lindsey discovered that they were the only people who had gone back in time within themselves and that they must look have looked out of place because the friendly man who helped them with the hotel suggested the local barbershop as a quick stop for Lindsey.

“Phew,” Stevie exhaled as they stepped outside to try and catch a taxi. She took out her wallet and noticing it was full, looked at Lindsey. “Linds? Why are we in France?”

“Huh? I dunno. I didn’t think about it.”

“And where did all this money come from? Didn’t like your great-great-aunt just die? Maybe?” Stevie shook her head. “Maybe we did really make it big? Maybe this is money from an album we did?”

Lindsey crinkled his brow, trying to remember. “I think, maybe, I think we did a set of concerts. Some band? A reuniting? Gosh, uh, Fleetwood Mac?”

“Fleetwood Mac?” Stevie laughed. “I don’t think Fleetwood Mac would have a concert with us. They’re English anyway.”

“It does seem weird…” He trailed off. “Oh well, let’s get to the hotel.”

“You’re right, this is too confusing for right now.”

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