Uh, for once I don't have a written plot. So here is me, w/o writing it down first. I am so wincing… and my extremities are frozen… Also, this will probably be much more light and easy and happy than the books, because I am not a continually theological/morbid person.

May 2, 1900

Gemma's P.O.V.

Fee's letter makes panic rise in my chest.

Dearest Gemma,

Something odd is happening to me. For the past two years, my hair has barely grown. My skin darkens only after days on end in the summer sun. I am not upset, but confused. I have not mentioned it in past letters, but by now I find it odd.

I do change, in small increments, but I do not appear to actually age. Is it not every woman's dream to be stuck at eighteen? I am happy, but I still wonder if the realms have anything to do with it. Have you spoken to our dear Ann? I do believe that she has lost weight.

I miss you Gemma, and will visit you in America soon.

Love,

Felicity

The letter shakes me because I have not changed either. I have gone to the University, and at the end of this month will have a Bachelor's Degree in Science.

I am also glad that Fee is experiencing the same effect, and ever so lightly guilty that I feel that way.

June 4, 1919

Gemma P.O.V.

Ah, the cold wind and good smells of home, I inhale deeply, and so does Fee beside me.

Fee and Ann moved to America at the beginning of the war to escape its effect on Europe.

In the past 19 years, since Fee's letter, none of us have aged. We remain 18 years old, no matter what. Our bodies still go through the systems of everyday life, but any physical change, such as our hair, happens very slowly, far more slowly than in our life as young girls.

We move often, as to not cause attention. Ann is nearly as thin as Fee and I are, and her newer, thinner face is slightly more attractive than her 'old' face. She is still plain, but not as plain as before.

We live in upstate New York at the moment, just outside of Albany, but visit the big city for the occasional celebration.

Today is a day of celebration (although we are at home). Today, the women of the United States have convinced congress to approve the 19th Amendment to the Constitution, which has moved us a step closer to being able to vote!

Fee leans against the balcony of our two-story home. We constructed it ourselves, for it is a mail order home from Sears. It is quaint and comfortable, and even though we all seem to be stronger that in the past, I dread having to put up another one the next time we move.

"We can vote, Gemma," she says, her voice full of joy. I am almost as happy, but dread that other things will get in the way before we get the chance.

None of us have caught the Spanish influenza, which is surprising, seeing as Ann volunteers at the hospital often. She has a degree in medicine (as we all do- when you do not age, school is the best route), and they are grateful to have her.

I embrace Fee. "Let's go see what time it is. I'll cook tonight. How does steak sound?"

June 6, 1944

As usual, we do not age.

But there are more pressing matters at hand. Today is D-day. It is during times like these that the pain of loosing Kartik comes back, fresh and new. I have n yet to 'get over him,' perhaps because my body has not moved on. The thought of him is always a small ache. Barely a day goes by during which I do not think of him, wondering if he ages in that tree.

I wonder if Kartik would be out there, on not-so-foreign shores, his breath making mist in the cold air. I wonder if he would return. But most of the pain comes from the fact that people can still do those things to each other. Hitler (that son of a bitch) would have thought Kartik his inferior, and dealt with him as he has done with the innocent people of Europe.

Fee and Ann are clingy today. If the enemy got to Fee, she would be gassed or burned for her affections. Ann would be ripped apart for her political and feminist views, as would I. We have lived in fear of the Japanese attacking, so much so that we now live in Iowa, amidst the quiet and discreet farmers and far away from the shores that we adore so much.

August 19, 1969

"The 60s are my favorite decade so far!" Fee shouts to the heavens from our Mustang. Over the past 60 years, we have compiled enough money to drive a car like this. Sure, she's a '65, but we love her.

I laugh with her. We are one day out of Woodstock, and have a long way to go before we reach our home on the coast of Oregon. Naturally, Fee had wanted to drive there. And with Ann's obsession over speed limits, it took longer than necessary.

Ann sighs in the back. As the needle nears 70 in a 65 zone, her eyes catch it. "Gemma!"

I push the pedal down further. "I love you, Ann!" She sighs. For a moment, it is quiet, and I wish that Kartik was with us. Even Fee would grow to love him, I'm sure of it. I've had a few men over the years, but none of them can amount to him, and they never lasted long at all.

Fee sighs. She knows what I am thinking about. We visit the realms once a month or so, and I know that he isn't corrupted, but the thought still makes me nervous.

"Gemma, think about something else. We'll get him back someday. He still loves you, you know," she snaps.

"I'm sorry, Fee. What about Woodstock, huh? It's to bad that drugs and alcohol have no more effect on us!" I say truthfully. We can no longer drink away our sorrows. Not that they are as bad as they used to be.

"Ah, yes it is, darling Gemma. I wonder what Cecily would say."

"Nothing of consequence, no doubt. Gemma, I KNOW that you're doing 73!" Ann snaps.

"Shut up, Ann."

Not my best work, but it will get better, I promise! Ok! I would like to continue, but I must clean. This will be a NCIS crossover, but NCIS won't come in until about the third chapter. Post Alyhiah, or however you spell it. Kartik is coming back to earth in the eighties!

Love, evon!