AN: Hey again its DA! This story is a request from one of my friends, but y'all can read it too :3 I don't own any of the characters in this story, blah blah blah you know the drill. Rated M for language (lots), smut, violence, POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING. Mostly I made this story because I'm fed up with the wussy characters being thrown into an alternate universe. Anywhoo, Rate and Review my pretties!

My hands shook as I opened the mailbox. The doctor had said the results would be sent today. Chill, girl! You can handle a bit of bad news. I reached in and grabbed the stack of envelopes. One had a medical seal. Shit, it's here.

I did my best to walk calmly back to my apartment. I say "my" apartment, but it really wasn't. I was just staying here while on medical leave from active duty. My eyes fell to my dog tags as I remembered. My officer hadn't been happy.

On to business. I tore open the envelope (I never did get the hang of opening mail properly) and pulled out the paper inside. Oh Shit.

Shit. Shit.

Shit... I'm fucking dying.

Fucking cancer! I survive 4 years of active duty to die in some pussy-ass hospital. My hands shook and my registered that I was crying. Davis, I need to call Davis.

Davis had been my best friend since basic, he totally understood me in his weird way. I dialed his number as calmly as I could manage.

" 'Ellow Apple Jacks!" He greeted in his stupidly cute cheery voice.

"I'm dying, Davis."

Silence on the other line. I heard him take a shaky breath.

"I think I misheard you..."

"The tumor is spreading, I'm going to die!"

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, girl! Where- Whe- How- Where are you now, can I come over?

"My apartment, you idiot. Get here fast."

I hung up and pulled my stash of bourbon from behind the cereal boxes. Technically, I was only 20. But what's it gonna do, kill me? I poured myself a bit into a glass juice cup, to lazy to find the proper glass. I couldn't even taste it.

After a while I heard Davis ring the buzzer. Damn apartment was too cheap for a proper doorbell. I let him in without a word. Taking his cue from me, he poured himself some bourbon in a mason jar. Close enough. We sat on the couch with me.

"How long?" He asked.

"A year, maybe two, tops." I looked down at my glass.

"This wasn't how it was supposed to be, you and I were going to go down swinging, yeah?"

"Yeah. They... they're not going to let me back, are they?"

He leaned back and looked at the ceiling. "No, AJ, I don't think they will."

That's when I lost it. I only ever cry in front of Davis. He never calls me a sissy or something like that, he just quietly lets me cry. Once I finished making a mess of myself, I straightened up.

"We gotta figure something out, no way am I gonna die like that!"

"Well, you ain't committing suicide, that's for sure."

"Fuck you, that's not what I meant. I'm being serious."

He chuckled a bit. Dark bastard making light of my situation. "Don't you dare get off on this!" I warned him.

"Hey, I'm weird, but I'm not a psycho like you."

"Screw you and your little dog too!"

We both chuckled that time then drank half my bottle in silence.

"Hey AJ, I actually have an idea."

"I'll alert the press."

"Don't be a bitch, I have a real idea. It might even be a good one. I got this friend who's about as strange as I am who's doing this weird experiment."

I raised my eyebrow.

"Nothing like Young Frankenstein, scouts honor. Alternate dimensions and shit, real sci-fi. They need volunteers, but there's a chance you could die."

"'Alternate dimensions?' For real?" I couldn't hide the disbelief in my voice. "What kind of wackos do you hang out with?"

He shrugged. "I'll give him a call."

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Few days later, and I was dancing on the balls of my feet. Some geeks in white coats were filling me in on what was going to happen. Basically, they were full of bull and danced around the fact that they have no idea what this machine actually does. Apparently they figured out that it shoots you to a different world, but that's all they've got. It sounded like fun.

They finally stopped talking and jotting notes on their fancy clipboards and showed me the portal thingy. It looked like a weird mix of a hole in the air and a green mirror. Spooky.

"This is your last chance, Apple Jacks." Davis warned.

I smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thanks for everything, Davis."

His eyes watered a bit and he looked away. "I'll miss you... Say hi to the aliens and shit for me"

I grinned. "Will do!"

I had chosen to wear what I was most comfortable in: camo. I even got my dog tags and boots. The white coats refused to let me wear any weapons because it might "corrupt a new world" or something like that.

I turned to the glowing, buzzy, thing. "I hope you have a good death." Davis called.

I turned to him one last time with tears falling freely from my eyes. I'm gonna miss that sonofabitch.

"Hooah!" Then I stepped into the portal.