1: Sit down y'all. I'ma tell a story

A/N: this is my first fic So please be lenient. Also, the storyline of this fic will kinda jump around from in between episodes, as I need certain events to be in the storyline and there are certain events that I need to write. The reason for this is because if I didn't, I would end up having to do rewrites, and I just don't want to do that.

You know when you're on a rollercoaster and the whole world is spinning and there is no way to tell which way is up? Imagine that feeling 24/7. Imagine it pressing against your skull so that it becomes a headache, a migraine which never goes away. Now you might know what it like to be Marilyn Koch

At the risk of sounding like a bland white girl's fanfiction, the story starts at the beginning. With how she got this headache.

A red 2001 jeep drove down a highway in the dark. It's headlights cut through the dark, making cones of light in the dark.

Music from a bygone era was oozing from the radio, but she didn't pay any attention to only paid attention to her thoughts and the road. Which was very calming actually. Until she saw a comet tearing a hole through the night sky. It seemed to come straight toward the car. As the girl saw this fallen star hurl to earth, only one thought ran through her mind, "AHHHHH! GET OUT OF THE WAY!" So, naturally, she gunned it.

If any police saw her going eighty on a sixty-five zone, she would've just pointed to the comet. But, oddly enough, there were no police. You would think that with all the technology today, they would've redirected traffic. But what was even odder, the comet followed her.

Now, Marilyn was, and never shall be, an astronomer, but she was pretty sure that a meteorite doesn't follow innocent college girls. But this one definitely was. Maybe it skipped comet class. Or whatever education space rocks get.

CRASH!

It smashed into the next lane. The force knocked the car into the ditch. Thankfully, it wasn't a deep ditch.

With a groan, Marilyn extracted her self from the car. She looked at the damage. Surprisingly, nothing was dented, or even scratched. Weird. She'd have to call her dad for a ride. Where was her phone?

Marilyn. In her mind, She heard a voice. It was more like an intense thought. Part of her was freaking out that this was the first five minutes of Supernatural. The other part was just plain freaking out. How did the voice know her name? Was the meteorite connected to this voice?

Marilyn!

The voice now spoke with an exclamation point. She didn't actually see it, but she heard the urgency.

The interstate was illuminated by the cars headlights, and the glowing meteor. As Marilyn walked closer, she could tell that the meteor itself wasn't glowing, it had some sort of lights.

She was now a few yards away.

Then it moved.

The previously indiscernible mound of dark now swiveled into an enormous shape. The shape of a...cat? Yup. A cat. Well, maybe more of a lion, actually.

The cat lowered it head so that we saw eye to eye. It's eyes illuminated from within, like a house at night.

Hello Marilyn. I've come to help.

"But I'm not in trouble." Marilyn spoke out loud, not exactly knowing if it was impolite to talk, or if one should use telepathy.

My friends are, and you can help them. Please Marilyn. We don't have much time.

She (the voice was definitely feminine) transmitted an image to her mind of a palace being attacked. Her emotions traveled through the image, sadness, powerless.

"I want to help. But...my family, I can't just leave them."

The lioness emitted a wave of resignation, one might call it a sigh. She sent an image of more destruction, whole planets just gone, genocide, and more fun R rated gore. Marilyn got the message; family was a sacrifice, an extremely difficult sacrifice, but one she had to make.

"All right"

She opened up her maw, revealing a door. After the door came a hallway that slopes gently up into a cockpit. Screens wrapped around the chair, on some sort of table.

Marilyn sat in the chair, it was surprisingly comfy and smelled of men's deodorant, sweat and motor oil. That's what the whole cabin smelled like actually.

The lioness started rumbling, and showed Marilyn how to control her. Soon, they were flying amongst the stars.

To say the stars were beautiful would only cheapen the experience. To say that she felt small, and yet like a giant would be more accurate, but still wrong. Imagine, that you are in a giant black pond. That pond is filled with with lives, filled with stars, filled with endless possibilities, and you are only standing in the pond. Touching everything and yet nothing. That is what Space is like.

The lioness showed Marilyn how to make a...wormhole, did she call it? She didn't have time to ask further questions, because as soon as they went through, the completely normal girl passed out.

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