Jam Jar
New Yorker
in honor of the glorious times (haha) we had on ffnet..i present to thee a pretty much unknown fic i put up around early last december, called the machine..only 5 chapters..have to write more- enjoy! i still have the author's notes and stuff..
Ch. 1 it all begins..
What if our favorite super-smart guitarist made a time/clone machine and brought all the U2'ers of the past to the present? Well, I'm bored, and I am coming down with the flu : ( so I shall tell you fic readers a little story off the top of my head. So sit back and relax, grab your favorite Edge hat (I love the beanie! Mwhah!) and read!
The tour was officially over. Just plain over. Those Elevation shows were alotta fun, and now that they were back in Dublin, the boys were bored. Adam was bored of sleeping all the time, Larry just didn't feel like riding his Harley, Bono wasn't campaigning for anything at the moment, and Edge didn't wanna play the guitar. They were all just hanging around the Docker's Pub, drinking, smoking, chatting, the usual stuff.
"I'm so very bored of my Harley," said Larry.
"Well, I don't like sleeping," Adam added.
"Campaigning all the time is tough," Bono confessed.
The 3 guys looked at Edge, "WE'RE BORED!"
The guitarist then rolled his eyes, saying, "I just hate it when this happens, we come home after a major tour and get so so bored. I dunno about you guys, but I'm gonna do something different, something no-one's ever done before, something so grand that the world will-
"Edge?" Edge looked over at the singer.
"Yes?"
"just go already!"
"Ok!" And with that, our guitarist quickly left the pub and to a place unknown to build his mystery invention. The next day, he called the band over to his house. When they arrived at the house, they found it darkened, but decided to go in anyways. As they were walking through the dark hallways, all they heard was the sound of drilling, hammering, evil cackling and whatnot. Anyhoo, they followed the noise down to the basement, where they found their hat-wearing friend working on a big machine.
"Hey you guys!" he called while working on some wires.
"Uhm, Edge, why is your house darkened?" Larry asked.
"Oh, that! Well, this machine requires a lot of electricity, so I connected the main electricity supply to this," he said, pointing to the large machine.
"What exactly does your machine do?"
"Oh it's a time/clone machine!"
"Sure it is." The three said in unison.
Their now demented guitarist cackled evilly and yelled, "BEHOLD! MY GREATEST INVENTION EVER! IT IS SOMETHING NO ONE HAS EVER EVEN DREAMED OF BUILDING!" he then pulled a sheet off the front of the large machine, exposing a rather large array of buttons, blinking lights, levers, keyboards etc. "You all think I'm crazy, but I'll show you all!
"Nooooo!!!!" the rest of the band yelled, knowing something odd was gonna happen.
It was too late, Edge pressed a number of buttons, pulled some levers, and typed in "1978-2001", making the machine make whirring, buzzing, and whizzing noises. All the lights in the house began to flicker on and off, and smoke started billowing from the machine. After a moment or two, everything stopped. The whole basement was flooded with smoke, so you couldn't really see anything. Bono looked around, straining his eyes to see whatever he could. He thought he saw a pair of old white platform boots that he once had, but wasn't sure. After a little bit, the smoke cleared. The 4 band members all looked to the machine, but people were in their way! Who were these people who suddenly appeared in Edge's basement? They all soon realized who they were.
Ch. 1 it all begins..
What if our favorite super-smart guitarist made a time/clone machine and brought all the U2'ers of the past to the present? Well, I'm bored, and I am coming down with the flu : ( so I shall tell you fic readers a little story off the top of my head. So sit back and relax, grab your favorite Edge hat (I love the beanie! Mwhah!) and read!
The tour was officially over. Just plain over. Those Elevation shows were alotta fun, and now that they were back in Dublin, the boys were bored. Adam was bored of sleeping all the time, Larry just didn't feel like riding his Harley, Bono wasn't campaigning for anything at the moment, and Edge didn't wanna play the guitar. They were all just hanging around the Docker's Pub, drinking, smoking, chatting, the usual stuff.
"I'm so very bored of my Harley," said Larry.
"Well, I don't like sleeping," Adam added.
"Campaigning all the time is tough," Bono confessed.
The 3 guys looked at Edge, "WE'RE BORED!"
The guitarist then rolled his eyes, saying, "I just hate it when this happens, we come home after a major tour and get so so bored. I dunno about you guys, but I'm gonna do something different, something no-one's ever done before, something so grand that the world will-
"Edge?" Edge looked over at the singer.
"Yes?"
"just go already!"
"Ok!" And with that, our guitarist quickly left the pub and to a place unknown to build his mystery invention. The next day, he called the band over to his house. When they arrived at the house, they found it darkened, but decided to go in anyways. As they were walking through the dark hallways, all they heard was the sound of drilling, hammering, evil cackling and whatnot. Anyhoo, they followed the noise down to the basement, where they found their hat-wearing friend working on a big machine.
"Hey you guys!" he called while working on some wires.
"Uhm, Edge, why is your house darkened?" Larry asked.
"Oh, that! Well, this machine requires a lot of electricity, so I connected the main electricity supply to this," he said, pointing to the large machine.
"What exactly does your machine do?"
"Oh it's a time/clone machine!"
"Sure it is." The three said in unison.
Their now demented guitarist cackled evilly and yelled, "BEHOLD! MY GREATEST INVENTION EVER! IT IS SOMETHING NO ONE HAS EVER EVEN DREAMED OF BUILDING!" he then pulled a sheet off the front of the large machine, exposing a rather large array of buttons, blinking lights, levers, keyboards etc. "You all think I'm crazy, but I'll show you all!
"Nooooo!!!!" the rest of the band yelled, knowing something odd was gonna happen.
It was too late, Edge pressed a number of buttons, pulled some levers, and typed in "1978-2001", making the machine make whirring, buzzing, and whizzing noises. All the lights in the house began to flicker on and off, and smoke started billowing from the machine. After a moment or two, everything stopped. The whole basement was flooded with smoke, so you couldn't really see anything. Bono looked around, straining his eyes to see whatever he could. He thought he saw a pair of old white platform boots that he once had, but wasn't sure. After a little bit, the smoke cleared. The 4 band members all looked to the machine, but people were in their way! Who were these people who suddenly appeared in Edge's basement? They all soon realized who they were.