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Over the last decade I've seen my fare share of weird reactions to the idea of time travel, but this wasn't like any those. There wasn't a hint of doubt in this man's eyes, he knew I was speaking the truth.

"P-please, have mercy..." The man fell to his knees, bowing low to the ground.

I'd been worshipped as a deity before, not a fun experience in my opinion, too many problems arose when I tried to leave. This wasn't a worshiping bow though, it was a pleading one. That was more than a bit confusing.

"What do you mean by that?" I try to sound kind, softening my voice a bit.

The man didn't stop bowing.

"Please." He uttered once more. "Please don't..."

I can't help but internally sigh at the lack of response. Perhaps a different approach then?

"Tell me." My voice is quiet but unwavering. "Tell me when I am."

The man looked up, his face pale. He trembled like a small animal, leaving an unsettling feeling in my chest. He couldn't be much older than me physically, but he seems worn thin mentally.

"You... You have reached the End..." The strangers voice wavered, growing quite and uneven.

"The end of what?" I couldn't help asking, brow furrowed at his odd words.

"The End... Of Time..." The man broke into sobs, laning his forehead back on the ground as his tears fell. "Please... Please don't leave me here... I can't take it anymore..."

I wasn't sure what to say, a bit stunned at his words. Could this really be the end of time? That might explain the odd readings I got earlier. It wouldn't be wise to linger here much longer, it might be dangerous...

My eyes fell on the strange young man one more, he was still pleading for me to not leave him. His cries wracking his body.

"Is there anyone else here?" I ask, looking around at the endless suburban landscape. The man shook his head, cradling his head in his hands.

My heart moves for this stranger. Who knows how long he's suffered alone here. Nobody deserves that.

"Come on then," I reach down, helping him up. "Let's get going."

He stares at me with sudden interest, his red rimmed eyes still glistening with water.

"But-but a time machine can only carry one person. Everyone knows that." The man's bottom lip wobbles, hot fresh tears streaking down his face. "That's why everyone leaves me here."

My blood boils at his words.

Well, it seemed like there were a few complaints I needed to make with the time bureau in 3074. No doubt that's going to be a lot of paperwork, but that spunky little descendant of mine running the joint should take care of this mess.

What sort of half baked excuse was that ayway? Even if someone's personal time machine could only carry a single person, they could file a rescue request at the bureau, and they'd have come for this man.

It takes a long moment for my rage to dim. Only the mental image of my little descendant hunting down those brats is enough to calm me. She'll have them working in the scrap yard for years to make up for this!

As for me, well... I definitely need to get this man some help. He could probably use a good meal and several councling sessions. A good trips to the beach or a hike might do him some good too, or maybe he's more the coazy fire and fluffy blanket sort.

It was kinda hard to tell, but there'd be time to ask about that later. For now, they need to leave.

I clap a hand on the man's back, leading him towards my darling Motorcycle. He can't help but eye it with near envy. I can't help but smirk as he does.

"Don't you worry hot stuff, my little trinket will do just fine." I run a hand down the dark blue sparkling paint. Turning back to look a him with a smirk. "It can handle the two of us, no problem at all."

The young man gapes at me, his cheeks flushing in the most endering way. I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing at his expression. I can still see the signs of his earlier sorrows, but he's improved.

Blushing is a much better look on him anyway.

I shake that thought, though it will probably be back soon all things considered. In one fuid motion I toss him my extra helmet, winking as I sling my leg over the side of the bike.

He still looks a bit fushed from my flirting, but catches it with ease. He shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. The young man looks down at the helmet, hands shaking slightly. It's almost like he can't believe this is really happened.

"You comming dear?" I cut off his internal narrative, his eyes going wide once more. His cheeks manage to pull an even darker shade, making me wonder just how dark a red they can manage.

He steps forward, tight hold on the helmet.

"Luke." He states. "My name is Luke."

Gosh, that's just adorable! Isn't it? I can't help but tilt my head to the side in amusement.

"Really, I though it was Honey?"

He blushes deeper, wipping a hand down his face. I can't help but sicker, winking once more.

"Alright, I'm sorry for teasing you so much. I'll try and hold back a bit." The apology slips off my tongue, a soft smile naturally forming on my lips. "Now, let's get outa' here!"

With a wide smile I put my own helmet on, nodding as Luke does the same. He hesitantly sits behind me, resting his hands on his own thighs.

"You don't want to fall off, now do you?" I can't help but shake my head, easily taking his hands and wraping the around my waist. It's easy to feel his hesitation, such a gentleman. "Don't be shy, Luke. I don't mind in the slightest."

"I-i thought you said you were going to lay off the flirting..." I hear his voice though the helmet intercom. His tone almost has a playful note to it.

"Oh trust me," A smirk slips onto my face. "I am."

I can practically feel him blushing once more, finding myself unable to stop the laughter spilling from my lips.

With out another moments hesitation, I start up the time traveling motorcycle. The young man behind me holds tight as we leave this cursed place behind.

Just like I guessed, my descendant took care of those who left Luke behind. Justice was served properly!

As for Luke himself, he got the help he needed. Took a few years under the bureaus medical program to get him feeling human again. Of course, I visited often between my own adventures. Loved to bring back gifts from my little trips, many specifically just to make him blush.

One day, Luke asked to come with me for my next trip. Of course, I didn't mind! That just meant I got to flirt with him more, and boy was seeing his reactions worth it!

One trip turned into two, and two into three. Eventually I stopped counting, though we did stop off at the Bureau often for checkups and to fill out travel records.

I honestly shouldn't have been so surprised when my descendant called Luke Great-Grandpa. I mean, it was obvious how I felt about him... And perhaps it was obvious how he felt about me.

Leaving with his hand laced with mine that day felt perfect. Like I'd finally found that thing I'd been looking for this whole time. The reason why I built my time machine.