Christmas Day

The state of TIAH

December 25th, 2006

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Alternate Historian's Note: Merry Christmas to all of our readers! Stephen Payne, that iron man of alternate history, gives us an alternate Christmas Day, and we continue the second half of our NaNoWriMo novel. We hope that you are enjoying the change in format – let us know how you feel about it in comments or by emailing us. This will be the format of TIAH throughout the holiday season, unless we receive a great outcry about it. Speaking of the Holiday Season, keep in mind those who need help year-round and keep yourselves safe and happy, as well. And, should you feel generous inclinations towards our guest historians, you can visit the sites of those who have separate ones from TIAH; generosity towards us here at the Academy is always appreciated, too, and you can find ways to help us out all over the site. Right now, we'd appreciate a lead on a good day job, but my lovely Co-Historian could also use some more memory on her PC, if anyone feels generously inclined. (It's PC133-style – yes, it's an old machine). Any good wishes you have towards us can be emailed here.

in 0, the Sadat-Hussein time dilation device sends Mullah Elijah Rafsanjani back through time from 2126 to the greatest moment in human history. As an arch-conservative member of the Peace and Reconciliation Committee of the Reconstructed United Nations, he has been astounded that the European criminals delivered for justice have confessed to their ignorance and bigotry. The Mullah has therefore been frustrated in his goal of sending jihadists into history to prevent the Arab traumas of the first two millennia So instead he has taken matters into his own hands by returning himself to cancel Christmas for good. At Bayt La (Bethlehem) Rafsanjani witnesses the first miracle, the birth of Jesus, who to his very great surprise is as unquestionably Middle Eastern as his own beloved son Muhammed. He is driven to his knees in hot tears of joy at the arrival of the baby infant, sent by a loving God to defeat hate; not just for him, but for all nations and for all time. Rather than abducting the infant to 2126, he delivers a present to the mother. So do two other men that look just like the Mullah. It is quite simply the most wonderful story ever told. -entry by Steve Payne from Counter History in Context - You're the Judge!-

After(cont.)
The three men stayed in the Morris home for almost half an hour before Janice finally was able to say, “OK, looks like they're leaving now.” She was watching them through her night-vision goggles while everyone else sat in the dark. George was having a hard time of it, and his mother was holding him now. “I don't think they're carrying anything. Hope the place isn't too trashed, Steph.”
“Me, too.”
They all heard the roar of the car start up in the still night, and it pulled out of the driveway quickly and took off down the street. Janice turned off her goggles and took them off. “Well, should we go see what they did to the place?”
“I don't know if that's a good idea,” Jake said. “What if they anticipated us coming back and left some kinda trap?”
“They probably bugged the place, too,” Janice said, “but, we won't really know until we get over there.” She grabbed her backpack and took out a small, flat device. “We can use this to sweep the place for bugs.”
Jake laughed. “What else have you got in there?”
“I got a ghost detector that I blew about 300 bucks on that doesn't work for crap,” she said. “Just your standard paranormal investigation gear. I like to be prepared.”
“Good.” He stood up and turned to the others. “Steph, it might be best if you and the kids stay here.”
“Nobody knows my house as well as I do,” Steph said, rising with him. “If you need to tell if something's been messed with or taken, I should be over there with you.”
“She's got you there, Sarge,” Janice said, elbowing Jake in the ribs.
“You're not leavin' us over here,” Joan said, grabbing onto her father's arm. The memory of what she had seen played in her eyes, and Jake shook his head.
“All right, then, everybody comes.” He turned to Kevin. “Bradley, you and the ghostbuster here go first. Steph and I'll follow up with the kids. Start sweeping the house with that thing, Janice, and let us know if we need to watch our mouths.” He turned to his ex-wife and children. “Now, till Janice gives the all-clear, we need to keep quiet. We don't want them hearing us come back.”
Janice gave him a little mock-salute. “Aye, aye, captain.” She and Kevin slipped out the front door of the Johnson's place and snuck across the street. She swept the bug detector all around the door as they approached, then gave Kevin a thumbs-up. They both entered the house and began a very slow pass through to see if the three strangers had left anything behind.

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