Summary: Reagan is confused and freaked out. Where is she and how did she get here? And how will she get home when nobody believes where she's from? A 16 year old girl finds herself in the world of Twilight in nothing but soggy pajamas. This cannot be good.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and Reagan. Everything else belongs to Stephanie Meyer

Warning: There will be rather strong language from a rather hysteric Reagan

Other: There will be no pairings with my OC, unless my readers wish it

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"Did she see something more?" I asked him quietly.

"Yes. Something's brought him back to the room with the VCR, but it's light now."

I watched as Alice drew a square room with dark beams across its low ceiling. The walls were paneled in wood, a little too dark, out of date. The floor had a dark carpet with a pattern on it. There was a large window against the south wall, and an opening though the west wall that led to the living room. One side of that entrance was stone- a large tan stone fireplace that was open to both rooms. The focus of the room from this perspective, the TV and the VCR, balanced on a too-small wooden stand, were in the southwest corner of the room. An aged sectional sofa curved around in front of the TV, a round coffee table in front of it.

"The phone goes there," I whispered, pointing.

Two pairs of eternal eyes stared at me.

"That's my mother's house."

Alice was already off the couch, phone in-

(Twilight, page 424)

"Reagan. Reeeagan." My mother snapped me out of my daze, snapping her fingers in front of my eyes, pulling me rather forcibly out of my dream-like dazed. I blinked a couple times before scowling up at her.

I didn't care that I had read Twilight approximately twenty times. Or the fact that I had read the other three books just as of ten. I was still constantly drawn in by the story, always feeling the rush of adrenaline, the words or plot never getting old in my mind. But what I did care though, was the fact that my mother had interrupted my reading right as I was getting to a good part.

"Reagan. It's time for bed." She took the book out of my unwilling hands, marking my page with a Post-It and setting it gently down on the coffee table. "You have school tomorrow."

I sighed. "Can't I just-"

"No, you cannot. Go to bed. I'll see you in the morning." Obviously my mother was waiting for my inevitable protest.

I looked at the clock. It read 10:25 in flashing numbers. "But it's only-"

"A school night. I don't want you grumpy in the mornings. Now go to bed."

"But I'm not tired, Mom! I'm 16, for goodness' sake!" Even as I said this, a jaw splitting yawn cracked across my face. I tried to hide this, but my mother wasn't easily tricked. She crossed her arms and looked down at me, quirking up an eyebrow.

I sighed and grumbled, but acquiesced. With one last longing look towards my book, I trudged up the stairs in into my bed, quickly falling asleep.

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This was a bad, bad dream...

"Edward, what's going on?" Bella's face was one of confusion and hurt as she saw the love of her life holding another woman in his arms.

"Oh, silly human." The raven-haired beauty in Edward's embrace smirked at her, red eyes glinting maliciously. "Do you really think he would pick some lowlife like you when I am around?" She tossed her head haughtily, curls catching in the wind, causing her to look like a runway model. "I am the Vampire Princess of the world. Nobody's beauty can contest to mine!"

"But..." Bella said helplessly.

"Edward and I belong together!" The vampire said, grasping Edward's shoulder's tightly. "We were made for each other, and there's nothing you can do about it!"

Bella snarled and leapt at the brunette. "DIE, you Mary-Sue!"

Moments later, the intruding vampire's head flew several feet before landing in a muddy puddle.

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I rolled over in my sleep, snorting with laughter. What a great dream! When my mother had fallen asleep, I took this as an opportunity to read fan fictions. I had quickly stumbled upon a rather cheesy story of Edward's long lost love, the Vampire Princess of the World Her Highness, and they ran off together leaving Bella in the dust. I enjoyed it immensely not only for the awfulness of the Mary-Sue, but because Bella could never get a word in at all. And now I had a dream of Bella kicking this Mary-Sue's butt?

Priceless.

It felt terribly real, though...

I could feel the cool but humid breeze travel across my skin and still smell the fresh outdoors.

Somewhere up above a fat drop of water landed smack on my forehead.

I awoke with a gasp, sitting up straight. I looked around groggily, thinking, this isn't my room…

Suddenly my eyes popped open with shock and I was abruptly awake. "What the hell?!" I yelled.

I was in the middle of what seemed to be a forest. Unless my parents had decided to do major Trading Spaces while I slept, this was definitely not my room. Last I checked, my floor was carpet, not dirt, twigs, and leaves. And I definitely did not sleep on the floor.

Was this a dream?

Another blowzy water drop splattered on my hair.

This wasn't a dream, I was pretty sure of it. But I pinched myself anyways.

Ow.

Getting desperate, I slapped myself across the face a couple times.

No.

This was bad. This was very, very bad.

Where the hell was I?!

I struggled to my feet- I was barefooted and still in my pajamas. Did I sleepwalk out of my house during the night? No, that wasn't possible. I didn't live near any sort of wood or forest. Trying to fight off the oncoming panic, I tried to think clearly.

How did I get here? And how would I get out? I had no answers to either one.

Could my classmates somehow gotten into my house and dragged me here? No, my mother or father would have noticed. And besides, I was well enough liked at school so there was no reason to do this to me. I felt panicked, tears coming to my eyes. I didn't even have money or phone with me; there was no way of contacting anybody.

It was just me alone in this forest.

Sighing, I sucked up some courage and picked out a random direction (the way that seemed to

It felt like I had been walking for miles, the scenery around me seeming to never change. My feet were growing numb and it seemed like all I had been doing was stepping on invisible stones, thistles and other painful stinging things. I had even lost my footing and tripped face first into a lake of a mud puddle, pulling myself out with a long stream of curses.

I was going to punch the person responsible for this.

Hours later I had to conclude that I was hopelessly, irrevocably, undeniably, without a doubt, conclusively lost. Just as I thought things couldn't get any worse for me, it did.

It started to rain.

No, it didn't rain. It poured.

I was soaked in minutes, sheets of rain came down so hard and thick it was impossible to see more than two feet ahead of me.

I stumbled around like a blind man, cursing everything in existence, hating life. Why the hell was I here? I paused under the weak protection of a large tree, rubbing my hands against my arms, trying to create some heat; I was freezing my backside off.

I hopped from numb foot to numb foot, wondering why the jackass who put me here wasn't even thoughtful enough to have given me a coat or proper clothing. I wanted to wait for the rain to subside, but obviously even nature was against me.

It started to hail.

I swore loudly, sprinting and dodging, trying to avoid the BB pellet sized ice balls. It hurt to get hit by those suckers- I could feel myself bruising already.

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I started to hate everything about the forest I was in and the outdoors.

Hours, maybe days later, I finally heard the sound of cars on a road over the sound of pouring rain.

Excited and hopeful, I ran and tripped towards the sound. I nearly cried with joy- I was free! The roads didn't look in any way familiar, but I crossed my fingers, picked a direction, and started walking on the warm concrete, hoping to revive my numb feet.

I didn't get very far when a Suburban pulled over, coasting beside me. I looked over, confused. The window on the passenger's side opened. A blond haired guy stuck his head out the window.

"Do you need a ride?" He had to yell to be heard in the downpour.

I smiled gratefully. "Yes, thank you." He reached over and opened the door for me, allowing me to slip inside. I was instantly greeted with a reviving blast of warm air. The boy pulled his car back onto the road.

"Going anywhere?" He asked, glancing quickly at me and my soggy appearance. "What on earth made you decide to walk?"

"Uhmm, I don't know would be a pretty good answer for both," I admitted. "I think I'm kind of lost... Do you have a phone I could borrow?"

"Sure," He said, not seemingly bothered by my answer at all. One hand fished in a side compartment while he still looked at the road. "I'm Mike, by the way. Mike Newton."

The name, although I had no idea who this person was, sounded vaguely familiar, as if I should know it from somewhere.

He finally located his phone, a slim black Nokia, and handed it to me. I took it gratefully. "Thanks."

As I dialed my home number Mike asked, "So what's your name? I don't think I've ever seen you before."

I put the phone to my ear and was relieved to hear it ring. "Reagan Brady."

Suddenly the phone cut dead. My heart stopped as I glanced worriedly at the phone screen. The battery and connection were at full bars, but why...?

"So where do you live? I could probably drive you home." Mike offered, giving me a quick smile as he looked briefly away from the road.

"Er, 1432 Prytania and St. Charles." I said while dialing my home phone number again.

Mike frowned. "That's not an address in this city."

But I didn't hear him; I was in a horr ified shock. From the phone, I got an automated message. "I'm sorry. This area code does not exist. Please try another number." A buzzing filled my ears, my throat suddenly dry and parched.

"Uh, Reagan?" Mike asked, worried.

"Mike?" I asked in a small voice, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, what?"

"Where exactly are we?"

Mike looked at me strangely. "Forks. Forks, Washington."

I suddenly felt faint. He took in my shell-shocked face and quickly pulled over into a parking lot for Wild Oats. "Reagan? Are you okay?"

I looked back at him with wide eyes and swallowed. "I... I don't think so," I whispered. Forks? How the hell'd I get to FORKS?! That's across the country! FORKS?!

Now he definitely looked worried. "Where are you from?"

"New Orleans." Mike looked confused. "In Louisiana." I clarified. I still had no reaction from him.

"Louisia na?" He asked, perplexed. "Is that in Europe, or something?"

Had I gotten into a car with a complete Neanderthal? "No!" I snapped, "It's in America!" From the look I got from Mike, I knew he didn't believe me. "It's down in the Southeast! Between Texas and Mississippi!" I cried, a tad hysterical. Mike shook his head.

"There's no state between Texas and Mississippi." He said slowly, as if talking to a foreigner.

I was growing panicked. "Yes, there is! Mardi Gras?! Bourbon Street!? It's one of the 50 states, I swear to God!" Tears were pricking at my eyes.

Now it seemed Mike was wondering if he picked up someone from the insane asylum. "There are f orty-nine states. Louisiana doesn't exist."

I fainted.

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