This story is for Dr. Giggles, who requested this idea – I was more than happy to oblige. If anyone else would like a oneshot, feel free to message me and I'll se what I can do!
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I knew I was dying. I could feel it – even if the blood falling from my nose and the corner of my mouth wasn't enough of a hint. And yet, Daniel had stayed behind with me to make sure I'd be all right. I'd tried to convince him to go, but he was determined to stay and try to help me. It was then I knew what he'd said back in that tent in the fifties was true, that he really did love me. If my mind weren't so messed up, I probably would have told him that I loved him too.
Another flash hit and it felt like my brain exploded. I twitched, and suddenly I wasn't looking up at Daniel anymore, but standing in Oxford, in my late teens, staring at the girl who'd been my best friend for ten years.
"Charlie, are you all right?" She asked, concerned. I frowned – no one had called me that in years.
"Uh, yeah." I said, but apparently she didn't think so, as I seemed to fumble with my books awkwardly. I'd forgotten they were so heavy. Something suddenly clicked in my time-ridden mind, and I dropped my books right at my friend's feet, taking off without another word. I ignored her calls for me to stop and wait for her, but I needed to hurry. I didn't know how much longer I had.
The physics department, thankfully, wasn't that far away. I skidded to a halt around the corner, trying to remember which room he'd said had been his. I searched in my mind for the night that he'd told me on the Freighter he'd been a teacher at Oxford. Room 168. It finally clicked in my mind and I looked up – I was at Room 150. I needed to go farther down the hall. I ran again, but my mind was starting to get that familiar feeling in it again, as if someone was pouring hot wax onto my brain. Everything went cold and I fell face forward, only to wake up, laying on the jungle floor, looking back at Daniel.
"How can your mother help us?" I asked, on my way to sobbing now. There was nothing his mother can do. He explained something, but I wasn't paying attention. I had mere seconds left.
"I'm not allowed to have chocolate before dinner." I whispered, and my mind was off again.
I held the chocolate bar between my hands, staring at it for a moment as I sat on the swing set. I wasn't supposed to have it, I knew, but here I was about to eat it, hiding from my parents with it. I glanced up – there was a man coming toward me. With a sudden jolt I realized it was Daniel – who looked much the same as when I had last seen him, leaning over my dying body in the future. Or in the past. My head hurt, so I was trying not to focus on the details.
"Hey." He greeted, kneeling down in front of me to where he was at my eyelevel. I wanted to tell him that it was me, the woman he loved and wanted to save, but it would be too weird coming from a five year old. And my mind was close to skipping again. So I said the only thing I could think of.
"I'm not allowed to have chocolate before dinner."
"Its okay sweetheart, I won't tell." He promised, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of my face awkwardly. He was just as awkward and cute as when I'd last seen him too. And I almost started crying then and there. But there was a reflection in his eyes, something knowing of the words I'd just said out of my five year old mouth. Like he knew it was really me. But if that was true, he didn't show it, and began to ramble, telling me that I needed to leave the island and never come back.
But I wouldn't listen.
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