[ WP ] Sci-Fi : You come home and find your significant other sleeping with someone . That someone turns out to be you from the not-so-distant future .

“ What the fuck? ” I bellowed. Rage doesn ’ t even begin to describe this. My heart roared at my brain to take action, and I could feel my fists clench. 
 
 The mass of bodies and sheets in our bed hurtled about violently, and I could hear my wife scream in astonishment. 
 
 “ Who was that? Who ’ s here? ” she yelled out. Whoever she was in bed with held the sheets over her head, in some sort of attempt to shield her from me, or me from her. 
 
 “ Nobody, ” came the oddly familiar reply, “ Just stay here, babe, I ’ ll go make sure the front door is locked. 
 
 That ’ s when he leapt quickly from the bed, and I got my first fleeting look at my wife ’ s ‘ other man ’. 
 
 It was…well…me. Not this me; I was still standing in the doorway to our bedroom when the other guy ran towards me and shoved me into the front hall. My jaw hung low, and I attempted to do something, anything, to either hit this guy, or ask him what was going on, but nothing happened. I was absolutely unable to fathom this, and he kept ushering me down the hall, motioning for me to keep quiet and checking to ensure my wife wasn ’ t following us. 
 
 “ The hell that was nobody, I heard someone yell at the door. ” He looked back down the hall desperately when she yelled out from the bedroom. 
 
 “ It was just me, “ he called back, tossing a short, sly wink at me as he did so, “ just keep the motor going, I ’ ll be right back. ” 
 
 He motioned again for me to be quiet. I quickly looked him up and down, and there was no denying it; he was me. I looked lower…yep, definitely me. He could see the dangerous mix of confusion and rage building within me, tempting conflagration, but he softly spoke to try and diffuse this nightmare. 
 
 “ Look, ” he whispered, “ I totally get how this looks, trust me. But it ’ s all good. I AM you, not just like you, but you from the future. ” 
 
 This seemed a bit much, and this nonsense was pushing my capacities a bit too far. 
 
 “ The fuck you are ” was all I could manage. It was a miracle I could even string that together at this point. 
 
 “ No I totally am, trust me, I know I am, and you will too. ” It seemed like that should make sense, but none of this made much sense at the moment. “ Give me your clothes, quick. ” 
 
 “ What? N…no. ” No, that wasn ’ t going to happen. 
 
 “ Dude, come on, give me your clothes. ” He demanded. 
 
 I stood there frozen. Naked future me wanted my clothes after trying to sleep with my wife. Still didn ’ t really compute. 
 
 “ Look, ” he started, “ You ’ re going to get a text from the lab in a second, and you ’ ll have to rush out. Give me your clothes and stuff, I ’ ll go to the lab to sort this out, you stall her. ” 
 
 I was flabbergasted, and I wanted this to end. I was about to call the cops and tell this naked guy in my hallway to fuck off. Then suddenly my phone chimed. It was a text. I looked at naked-me, and he just stood there, naked, motioning me to give him my shirt. 
 
 I swatted his hand away from my shirt buttons, and slowly raised my phone to read the text. It was from Johnson. At the lab. It simply read: 
 
 Serious problem with the calibrations on the device. DO NOT talk to anyone, come here immediately and avoid any contact with other people 
 
 That sounded bad. I looked to future me. He seemed much more confident about this, so I began taking off my clothes. He got dressed quickly, grabbed my phone and wallet, and headed for the back door. As he left, he shot me a quick thumbs-up. I quickly whispered after him, “ The message said avoid… ” 
 
 He cut me off with a smirk and a dismissive wave. “ I know don ’ t worry, just keep her busy, I ’ ll sort it out. ” 
 
 And with that he was gone. I stared after him for a moment, and then turned back down the hallway. I walked slowly, naked, back to the bedroom. When I reached the door, all I could do was stare at my wife. I waited for her to scream that I was an imposter, or break down apologizing for being with another man. But she just stared at me from the bed, sheets wrapped around her. 
 
 “ Everything okay? ” she asked. 
 
 “ Yeah ” I replied. I smiled at her. “ Yeah, I think so. ” 
 
 She smiled back coyly. “ Well then get back here, you ’ re not done yet. ” This was more like it. This felt normal at least. I hurled myself playfully into the bed. I wrapped my arms around her, and began kissing her. 
 
 Suddenly, from behind me I heard the unmistakable “ What the fuck? ” 
 
 My wife screamed “ Who was that! Who ’ s here? ” 
 
 Uh oh. This can ’ t be good. 

