The idea of the story occured to me after spending a wonderful, funny, so-called "Mac" meeting at my friend Ute's place, or maybe you could just say: You have watched way too much of Legend when...

But now... sit down, lean back, relax and enjoy!
 

Sci-Fi according to LEGEND

by DannyD & Ute Lafin
 

Düsseldorf, Germany -- The present Day -- 12^th May, 1997

Ute threw her bag onto the floor - one hundred percent sure that someone would fall over it in the morning - and switched on the lights.

A note on the telephone... 'Luitgard, Danny, Gaby, Gisi.' No Rick... Ute smiled exhaustedly. What a great mum she had! She always wrote down every call. Ute grabbed the note and shuffled upstairs. Half way it came to her that she should have taken the phone with her, so that she could at least call Luitgard, her best friend. However, Ute went to bed! Luitgard would have to wait til morning.

Ute kicked open the bedroom door. The thought crossed her mind that she should clean the room out urgently when her eyes met the chaos. Ute jumped on her bed and took off one shoe. It made a thumping noise as it fell on the floor. For a second Ute stretched her arms and legs. She was sooooooooo tired! She still had to take off her other shoe, she reminded herself...

..and her red jacket.

***

Sheridan, Colorado -- The present day-- 12^th May, 1876

  'Space - the final frontier...'? Ernest Pratt's pen flew over the paper. 'What do you think, Professor, do you believe in the existence of...extraterrestrial life...on the planets above?' Ernest Pratt looked up from his latest novel and gave his friend a questioning look. Professor Bartok thought for a moment and answered: 'Well, as far as today's state of technological developement is concerned, it appears to be rather improbable that there are living beings on other planets which would be able to compete with us.' He fell silent for a moment. 'However, it's a fascinating question. But here and today, dear Ernest, I can only say that the idea of living in space is pretty `fantastic` - science fiction so to speak.' Bartok drew back his arm. 'I foresee a day,' he philosophized, 'when mankind will have reached so far that someone will even walk on the moon!'

Ernest Pratt glanced at him with a suspicious look in his eye. He had known the professor for some time, but he still managed to suprise him once in a while.

In fact, Bartok always surprised him. However, Ernest could not bite back a remark: "Oh, sure, Professor! And on those planets there will be little green fellows with strange-looking ears."

Bartok seemed to think about his comment in all seriousness. "Well, Ernest, I do not believe that these creatures would be green..." He took a deep breath in order to explain his views, when their conversation was suddenly interrupted.

It was due to young Skeeter who breathlessly rushed into Pratt's hotelroom.

"Skeeter, have you ever heard that politeness requires you to knock at a door - especially hotelrooms - before entering and scaring people to death?" Ernest Pratt asked disapproving. Professor Bartok felt distrubed in his explanations, and he also reproachfully looked at the young man.

Skeeter tried to catch his breath. He had run all the way and his lunges demanded fresh air.

"Mr.Legend, Professor Bartok....," he tried to speak. Bartok went towards him and lifted Skeeter's arms up. "Arms up, Skeeter, and you will be able to breath easier."

Now Skeeter looked like a figure Ernest Pratt had once seen in a magazine - a crazy caricature: Wild hair which radiated in all four directions and appeared to try to reach the stars, and then...

Ernest's flight of intellect was interrupted by Skeeter's voice. "...There's something lying on the bench in front of the 'Buffalo Head'," he said in excitment. Ernest nodded. "Oh, yes, that's old Willie Foster who got thrown out of the house by his dear wife, Joanna -- once again." He turned to his work again.

"No, Mr.Legend," Skeeter fiercely shook his head. "There is something strange on that bench!" The excitment in his voice was abnormal. Ernest gave the professor a look. "Something strange, Skeeter?" he repeated. Professor Bartok wrinkled his brow. Skeeter's behavior was not normal at all!

"There's a strange...girl lying on the bench," Skeeter exploded.

Ernest closed his work immediately and stood up. "A girl, you say?" His interest awakened. His dark eyes blazed thirsty for adventure.

"Ernest!" Pratt did not like Bartok's warning voice at all.

  The professor turned towards Skeeter. "What do you mean 'strange', Skeeter?" he asked. His interest awoke, too, but for a different, more scientific reason.

Skeeter seemed to look for words. "Well, she is,..., she is so..."

"....breath-takingly beautiful?" Ernest Pratt helped, inspired by his own fantasy. But Skeeter shook his head again. "No, Mr.Legend, I mean, she's pretty, yes...," - Ernest Pratt made a satisfied sound which could be classified as a purr from an old cat.

"...She's not from Sheridan," Skeeter could not come up with a better explanation.

"Not from Sheridan?" Bartok asked himself if the young boy might be out of his mind. Maybe his - Bartok's - experiments had caused more damage than the spiked hair could tell?

"Please, come and see," Skeeter pleaded.

***

Something woke her up. Ute could not believe that the morning could have come so soon. Didn't she go to bed a couple of minutes ago...?

There! ...There it was again! Someone tugging at her sleeve. "Nicky, will you stop it!" she murmured sleepily, her eyes still closed. As a matter of fact, Nicky was her little dog and wanted to go out, she thought.

"She knows you, Ernest!" Ute heard a voice saying. And she knew that voice, too. Where from? Ute freed her arm and wanted to go to sleep again, when another voice answered:

"Well, I guess she just knows my books."

That voice! Half-asleep Ute frowned. She could not remember that she had ever dreamt in English before... That voice, that voice, that voice....It sounded like...

"NICODEMUS LEGEND!" Ute sat up straight immediatley, her eyes wide open!

Ernest Pratt jumped to one side, startled. In so doing he trampled on Skeeter's foot who in turn made a howling sound. Professor Bartok was not less surprised than anyone else but he tried to be calm like a scientist of his kind had to be.

Ute looked around. This was not her bedroom, she thought. This was definitely not her bedroom! However, it looked kind of familiar... It looked like...

Sheridan, Colorado!!!

Ute sank onto the bench accompanied by a deep sigh. Bench? Where was her bed? - This had to be a dream, she concluded. Hopefully, it was a dream. Was it one?

  Professor Bartok leaned forward. "Excuse me, Miss. May I ask what you are doing on this bench?"

Ute rubbed the sleep from her eyes and yawned heartily. She stood up on her feet - Ernest and Skeeter stepped back in unison at the same time. You never could tell! Ute smiled her $100,000 smile and reached out for Bartok's hand.

"Hi, Professor! Nice to meet you in my dream!" <Ernest Pratt had started smiling...>

"Did you miss to tell us anything, Professor?" he made a snide remark.

Bartok took Ute's hand reluctantly. "The pleasure is all mine. -- Please, excuse our confusion...." <"Your confusion, Professor," Ernest Pratt's voice came from the background.> ..."but what do you mean 'a dream'?" Bartok continued.

Ute's smile froze on her face. "You are not suggesting that I am not in the middle of an incredible dream, are you?"

Bartok furrowed his brow. "I am awake," he stressed.

"Me too," Ernest Pratt confirmed, and Skeeter nodded eagerly.

Ute pichned her hand checking whether she was sleeping or ... Well, there was no explanation for what came after 'or', not yet. "Au," she said and stared at her hand. It did hurt!

Once again Bartok and the others exchanged astonished glances. What a strange person! Ernest pointed at Ute's right leg: no shoe! Professor Bartok shook his head hardly noticable. It became more and more obivious that that girl was a nutcase!

"May I ask what's your name?" Bartok asked politely.

"My name?" She repeated, still confused that she did not seem to be dreaming at all.

"Yes, what-is-your-name?" Ernest Pratt interrupted. "....And where do you come from?" He stepped forward and carefully touched the girl's red jacket she was wearing. The cloth was....extraterrestrial, he thought.

Ute decided to accept the situation and to make the best of it. Who knows - a day with Nicodemus Legend could be thrilling and pure excitment!

"Well, folks, my name is Ute, and I come from Düsseldorf," she started.

With a cry of horror, Ernest Pratt jumped back! "NO!" he moaned. "Another one!" He leaned forward to Professor Bartok whispering "I won't lead her on another buffalo hunt!" and shook. "I don't care what E.C. Allen is planning again!" he reinforced, and snorted with fury.

Ute stretched and looked around. "Could you tell me where I can get some breakfast?" she asked. Ernest Pratt - suddenly behaving like a real gentleman - pointed to the hotel. However, he was speechless, when he caught a glimpse of Ute's button on her jacket. That...that was him! His own grinning face looking back at him! He pulled himself together. "Always pleased to meet a fan, ma'am!" he said and curiously, but carefully, ran his fingers over the smooth surface of the button.

"Ernest!!!" Professor Bartok totally misunderstood Pratt's movements. Ernest looked at him innocently. "Wanna touch, too, Professor?" Bartok's eyes became as big as a UFO - if he had known that phenomenon at that time! Ute took the button off her jacket and gave it to the professor.

"Look - you can touch it, it's only synthetic material!" she explained smiling. "It's called a badge."

***

"We have to talk, Ernest!" Bartok pulled at his friend's sleeve. He glanced at Ute who had seen Ham & eggs and other delicious goodies on the menu.

Ernest was not crazy about the idea of leaving the girl for one second, but he reluctantly followed the professor.

"What's up?" he asked with disapproval when he and the professsor were out of earshot. Bartok did not beat about the bush but came straight to the point:

"Ernest, this girl is truly not normal," he stressed. Ernest made a dismissive gesture. "Oh, come on, Professor! This charming, graceful, delightful girl might be a little bit different and talk in a confused way - but she is kind of cute." He grinned. "....Isn't she?" he added with a wink.

But Bartok did not share his opinion. "Ernest, the girl is crazy, nuts - a fanatic!" A terrible thought occured to him. " Or maybe she just intends to kill you!"

Ernest looked back at Ute who had just started fighting with an unruly bunch of eggs. "You are saying that that nice girl over there might be able to kill someone?" he asked in disbelief. Bartok rolled his eyes. When it comes to women Ernest Pratt was as blind as an owl by day! He only saw what he wanted to see! Was that a typical mark of the Americans? Bartok asked himself. He could not tell for sure, but he knew that something like that would never happen to one Janos Kristoff Bartok! Well, not counting Maria in former times... Bartok was deep in thought for a second. Then.... He sighed which induced Ernest to ask: "You okay, Professor?" He had never heard him sigh like that.

Bartok returned to reality. "History is full of examples which prove that women behind their wonderful smiles mostly have dreadful intentions!"

"The devil in disguise," Ernest grinned again. "My kind of woman!" He tried to return to Ute's table, when Bartok grabbed his arm firmly.

  "Ernest, please, be careful in whatever you intend to do!" he pleaded. Some dark thoughts reminded him of his own foolishness once which had taught him to research women's behaviour thoroughly and, if neccesary, to avoid them. And dear Ernest was on the best way to learn the same lesson. Bartok could only hope that he would survive.

Ute had just finished her breakfast when Ernest returned to her table. She smiled. "Did the professor tell you that I am probably a dangerous fugitive?" Ernest put some dollar bills onto the table for the breakfast. "Well, good ol' Bartok has just compared you with some of history's most famous women." Skeeter appeared. He remained standing beside the table when he saw the money. "WHAT!?" Ernest Pratt looked indignant. Without saying a word Skeeter pointed at the dollar bills. Ernest rummaged through his pockets, found some coins and threw a cent-piece towards Skeeter who caught it with one hand. "Thank you, sir!"

Ernest turned to Ute. "May I show you the sights and beauty of Sheridan, Colorado?" He galantly offered his arm.

"You bet! Nicodemus Legend is by far the best travel guide I can think of," Ute answered and took his arm. They left the hotel.

"I don't like that," Professor Bartok murmured watching them throught the window. "I don't like that at all."

***

Ernest Pratt definitley was no hero. He could neither ride nor shoot and a ride with the LEGEND-wings - Bartok's dubious invention - always filled him with fear. However, when it came to women and to finding new clothes for his favourite lady, his fantasies were just unlimited. Ute was his 'victim' this time. Needless to say, she could not walk around in the Wild wild West wearing her futuristic clothes, but she was of the opinion that Ernest Pratt took things too far. He had arranged a fashion show in his hotel room and now five women of...well, quite dubious reputation were strutting through the room presenting the latest ladies' wear from Denver that had happened to arrive that day.

While Ernest was watching happily <and Ute was almost bored to death>, the new appointed master of ceremonies, Skeeter, was commentating:

"Here we go with sweet Molly who presents us with the latest ladies' wear called 'Scent of Spring', a wonderful creation of pink silk and lace at the decoll...." The word caused him tremendous problems.

"Alright, Skeeter, we all know what it is," Ernest said and looked Molly up and down with increasing interest. Ute rolled her eyes, and Skeeter continued:

"Next is magnificent Penny. A dream of cotton and colourful little chickens and ducks on the apron - the perfect dress for domestic affairs." Penny walked as though on stilts.

  "A beautiful dress made of green tulle with roses and...." Skeeter studied his notes. He furrowed his brow. "Ah, Mr.Legend, this one here says 'with roses and thorns'. Is that supposed to be correct?" Pratt made an unwilling gesture. "Just go ON, Skeeter!" He smiled at Ute who was now quite thrilled to see the next mannequin passing by.

"Our terrific Michèlle presents another model de luxe designed by Fielding Lager of San Francisco. Fine linen for the afternoon coffee, perfectly for today's women." Skeeter sorted his notes and continued:

"Last but not least, here comes amazing Emma wearing the latest ladies' wear from Paris. This dress is called 'Thunder of the Prairies'." Dear Emma trampled away and she almost fell but manage to keep her balance.

Ernest Pratt applauded and stood up. "Thanks ladies. Thank you very much. Your presentation was perfect!" Turning to Ute the writer said: "Pick out your favourite, my dear!" He made an inviting gesture and looked at Ute expectingly. Ute also stood up and looked at all four women.

She made a decision. "Well, Mr. Pratt, I would like to thank you for your generosity and really appreciate your efforts...., but if you don't mind I would prefer wearing something of Skeeter's stuff. We about have the same size and there would be no major probelm to find some clothes."

Ernest Pratt's glance flew over to Skeeter who stood there open-mouthed. Shirt, trousers with braces and boots? Pratt was disappointed but tried not to show it. He turned to Ute and said: "Your wish is my command, mylady. So be it!"

***

Days later...

Ernest Pratt rose at his usual hour, around noon. He got dressed up and then went downstairs. When he left the hotel Skeeter greeted him on the outside. It was clear that he had been waiting for him to appear.

"Good morning, Mr. Legend!"

"Ah, morning, Skeeter. What's up?"

"Well, uh, Mr. Legend, thing is..." the young man stuttered.

"What, Skeeter?" Pratt prompted impatiently.

"Well, is...is this young woman still staying with the Professor?"

Pratt raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You mean Ute?" he asked suspiciously. Skeeter's face lit up with a bright smile at the mentioning of her name and nodded enthusiastically. "Yes!"

"Ah," the author exclaimed. "Well, Skeeter, why don't we discuss this in the Buffalo Head Saloon, while I have my breakfast."

"Okay, Mr. Legend."

Together the two men crossed the street and entered the saloon. They sat down at Pratt's preferred table and the barman, Lamar, immediately served some bread and 'tea'. Ernest reached for the cup and took a long sip.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Since taking on the role of Nicodemus Legend and moving to Sheridan Ernest had reluctantly made it a habit to eat a real breakfast every morning. His only comfort being the 'tea' agreement with the barman, who served him whiskey in a tea cup, so no one would be the wiser. His readers did not need to know all his little secrets, after all. Bartok knew, of course, that couldn't be helped. But even though the professor didn't hide his displeasure he accepted that Ernest still was himself and not Legend.

Pratt took a bite of the bread and while chewing watched the young man in front of him. Skeeter was patiently sitting across the table and waiting for him to speak. It was clear to Ernest that Skeeter had fallen in love with the mysterious - and pretty! - young woman that had appeared on a bench in Sheridan the other day. Not that the author could blame him! A young woman who wore denim pants (!!) and her hair open in public would interest any man! Well, the folks of Sheridan had looked at her suspiciously of course and she had gladly accepted Bartok's sudden invitation to stay at the compound out of town. All the better for Pratt, since he now had her more or less for himself. Bartok was hardly interested in her, at least not as a woman. Only as a person from the future which she claimed to be. Ramos, his technical partner in crime, also was only scientificly interested in her and seemed to share the professors suspicions.

"Well, Skeeter," Ernest said after finishing his breakfast. "I don't know how to tell you this without hurting your feelings but...well, it seems that Ute prefers older men."

Skeeter's face dropped. "Oh." Then, after a little silent pause he added: "Are you sure?"

"I am afraid so," Ernest said. He felt sorry for the young man. "But don't worry," he said cheerfully. "There are plenty of young women out there and one of them will be right for you!"

"You really think so?" Skeeter asked without much enthusiasm. Ernest placed his left hand on Skeeter's arm. "I know so. Honestly," he said sincerely. Skeeter looked at him for a moment, then nodded.

***

At the compound - Earlier the same day.

  Ramos had left early in the morning for Denver to buy some supplies that they would need for their experiments and that they could not get in Sheridan. Professor Bartok was making breakfast for himself and their guest from the future. Bartok's mind was on the talk he planned to have with her. He was glad that he had been able to convince Ernest to stay in town for a few days. He wanted to speak to their guest alone, without interference. Ernest plainly had a romantic interest in that young woman. Especially since she wore a 'button' with his face on. She, however, had kept him at a distance. But Bartok was not quite sure of her reasons. That was one of the things he wanted to talk to her about...

"Good morning, Professor!" Ute said entering the room breaking his train of thought.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" Bartok inquired politely.

"Yes, very well, thank you," she replied equally polite and took a seat at the set table.

"Would you like tea or coffee?" Bartok asked.

"Tea, please, if it is not too much trouble."

Bartok turned on his 'tea machine' and a few moments later served her a cup of steaming, delicious smelling tea. Toast and eggs were already on the table and after pouring himself a cup of coffee Bartok sat down as well. They ate in silence. When they had finished Ute who had watched Bartok work the 'tea machine' helped herself to a second cup. Afte she had seated herself again, Bartok spoke.

"Ute there's something I want to ask you."

She nodded. "I can imagine. You would like to know how I know about you, Ernest and eveything else, when I am really from the future."

"Exactly," Bartok replied, a little puzzled at her straightforwardness.

"Well, it is a little difficult to explain. In my time - the year 1996 - almost everybody has an invention at home that we call television. It is a machine that receives moving pictures that are broadcast either by air or by cable. I cannot tell you the technical details, I am afraid, but it works. These moving pictures are stories, like in books, that consist either in one movie or a series. A movie is a completed story of approximately 90 minutes where a series is several chapters - called episodes - of about 45 minutes. There are countless movies and series to be seen. This may shock you, Professor, but one series is called "LEGEND" and is about Ernest, you, Ramos and the rest."

"Really?" Bartok interrupted, shocked and intrigued at the same time. "How can this be?"

"A very good question, Professor. One to which I am afraid I have no answer."

"And why do you wear Ernest's face on this 'button'?" Bartok asked .

"Well, I am a fan of the actor who plays the part of Ernest."

"Ah, I see. Is that also the reason, that you choose to more or less ignore Ernest's interest in you?"

"What?!! - Oh, well, I am not exactly ignoring it. It's just...well, I ....I don't know exactly how long I will be here before this phenomenon takes me back to the future, where I came from. And I don't exactly know if it would be wise to start anything that goes beyond friendship, if you know what I mean."

Bartok nodded. They fell silent for a while, each of them following their own train of throught.

Then a thought crossed Bartok's mind that caused him to raise his head quickly. Ute looked at him quizzically.

"Do you know if the character Bartok was created after a real scientist?" Bartok wanted to know.

"Yes, as a matter of fact he was. The scientist in question is Nikola Tesla. He was born in 1856 in Croatia. He is a dreamer and a genious. You will hear about him in a few years. In 1899 he will move to Colorado Springs, so perheps you will even have the opportunity to meet him there."

"Fascinating! Can you tell me more?"

"Sorry, but I can't remember any more."

"What a shame! Well, then I willl have to wait and see what the future holds."

"Yes, it would be quite boring, wouldn't it, if you knew everything in advance!"

***

Ernest Pratt had started grinning when Bartok informed him about his conversation with Ute early that morning. The scientist had just testified that Ute was not as he had imagined and also regretted that he had had such ridiculous thoughts of her being any danger at all.

"Well, Ernest, I must admit that I was wrong this time," Bartok added frankly.

"Professor!" Ernest put his arm on Bartok's shoulder. "Let's just say that I am the expert when it comes to women, and you're the expert as far as scientific research is concerned!" he explained.

The two men were standing near the door in the Buffalo Head watching the bustle around Ute who had already sat down at Pratt's favourite table. Now she was studying her new friends.

Ernest waved and shouted to Lamar, the barman: "Hey, Lamar, why don't you serve some tea to our guest. I'll pay."

Lamar opend his eyes widely. His glance went to Ute and then back to Ernest. However, the distance between them was too far and he could not discuss this explosive subject, he thought. But when Nicodemus Legend ordered 'tea' for his strange young lady it must be okay for sure, the barman concluded. Maybe Ute had the same secret as Ernest.

Skeeter appeared at Ute's table. She had just finished a nice talking to Chamberlain Brown and learnt that the Golden Key of the City would be presented to her the next morning at 10 a.m. Ute smiled, and Skeeter's heart started pounding immediately. He wanted to ask something that just could not wait but he did not know how to start. He was standing beside her table as if glued to the spot, and Ute still smiled. She had of course already noticed that Skeeter had had his eye on her since she came to Sheridan. Assumingly, he had gathered all his courage before he dared to talk to her.

"Hi!" he said.

Ute still smiled. "Hi!" she replied gently waiting.

"May I ask you something?" Skeeter asked with a shy and trembling voice. He stared constantly at his boots.

"Has anybody ever told you not to?" was Ute's answer. She could see through the corner of her eye that Lamar had put her tea cup on the bar.

"Well, that place you come from...," Skeeter seemed to have regained confidence in his voice. "....Do you have friends, too?" he asked.

Ute stood up in order to help Lamar with the tea. However, she turned towards Skeeter and answered: "Yep, I have a lot of friends, Skeeter!" Ute gave him a hurried kiss on the cheek, turned and went towards Lamar who had almost reached her leaving a totally confused but happy Skeeter.

"Mr. Legend said you also drank tea, ma'am," he said with a wink and gave her the tea cup with the golden-brown liquid.

"Thanks, Lamar."

As the air in the saloon was rather stale and dry, Ute put the glass to her lips and - unlady-like - emptied it in one go. In the same second everything started going round and round, and she thought: "That's not tea!" and collapsed onto the floor! The last thing she saw was Professor Bartok and Ernest Pratt running towards her!

***

If that was the kiss-of-life Western style, Ute wanted to wake up at once. A wet-warm tongue licked her face to bring her back to the living. "Oh, please, Ernest! Would you stop it, please?" Ute made a gesture and suddenly touched something....a hairy something! Ute furrowed her brow. She could not recall Nicodemus Legend wearing a beard. She opened one eye carefully...

....Her dog Nicky was happily wagging his tail, standing panting in front of her bed. He looked at the lady of house (as her parents had left early to visit friends) and expected her to get up immediately. Ute woke up with a start, her eyes wide open. Oh, Lord - she was lying in her bed, in her bedroom, and most importantly, in her century! What happened? Ute looked around in confusion. Nicky licked her face again and barked. Ute was still a little dazed from what she had...dreamt? She shook her head to start her brains working. A dream? Everything had seemed to be so wonderfully real, but...she was lying in her bed, now and today on this 13th July 1996.

  Gaby, her sister, looked through the door.

"Morning, sleepyhead!" she greeted. "Did you sleep well?"

Ute stared at her Legend picture on the opposite side of her room and did not react. Gaby shrugged. Ute was Ute she reminded herself and you get used to it... Gaby called the dog's name and went to leave her sister's room when her eyes met Ute's clothes.

"Cool," she remarked, and Ute came back to reality and looked down.

She was still wearing Skeeter's clothes...

***

"Alright, Ernest, how is it going on with your new novel?" Professor Janos Kristoff Bartok looked curiously over his friend's shoulder. Ernest Pratt put his pen down and grinned in satisfaction. "I have just finished, Professor," he announced proudly. His black eyes blazed.

Bartok took a seat. "May I read it?" he asked. Ernest handed over the hand-written pages - but he stopped suddenly.

"Anything missing?" Bartok inquired in surprise, when Ernest Pratt added one more line on top of the first page.

"Now it's perfect!" he said afterwards and gave the professor his manuscript. Bartok was flattered that he was allowed to read the latest adventure of Nicodemus Legend first.

"'Sci-Fi according to Legend'," he read out loudly. "...By Ernest Pratt..." He smiled reading the dedication:

"For Ute...!"

The END

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