A/N: Out of Control will be finished eventually. I've backed myself into a corner in that story, and this is something I've had stuck in my head while trying to figure out how to fix it. Last night's episode of Fringe gave me an idea or two to help me write this. I hope you enjoy this. Title is based of a song with the same name by Everlife. Fantastic song, and I think it will go very well with this story.

I was desperately needing coffee. I was near psychotic without my coffee, and Mom used the last of the coffee last night before I got home. Marshall was out of town and wouldn't be back until around lunch, so there was no chance that there was coffee on his desk, and there was no way in hell I would trust Eleanor's coffee. Bitch probably poisoned it and only put the antidote in hers, Stan's, and Marshall's coffee. After hours of driving, obviously I'm exaggerating but it sure did seem like it, I finally pulled into the Starbuck's parking lot. This place was expensive as hell and I only went here on the rare occasion in which Marshall was not in town, and I had no coffee at home. The only nice thing about this Starbuck's was that it was literally across the street from the work building. As I ordered my coffee, Marshall's voice rang in my ear telling me to tip them, but I growled in annoyance only handed the woman behind the counter the exact amount and waited for my coffee.

"Hi Mary!" an annoyingly cheery voice called from one of the tables.

I turned to look and I saw Damion, Wendy, and Charlotte, a family that joined the witness protection program a few years ago. Charlotte was Damion and Wendy's six year old child and was the main reason her family was in Witsec. Wendy worked at convenience store that was robbed. She had been at the back of the store when she spotted the man pull out the gun and ran to the restroom, which was the closest room. Charlotte had come out of the office during the middle of it, saw the dead on the floor and fled to the same restroom, both of them escaping out of a window, while the men tried to beat the locked door down. If Wendy wasn't there, they wouldn't have even been allowed to join Witsec, because Charlotte was delusional. The men would have gotten away because they could have easily discarded Charlotte's statement.

"Hi Mary! Hi Suzanne!" Charlotte grinned.

According to Charlotte, Suzanne was a woman that traveled everywhere with me. Even to the restroom. Seriously disturbing, but I knew she was still fragile after the robbery and I managed not tearing her throat out the past few years because of that. I managed a small smile, and they left, chatting about something. I snatched my coffee which was just put on the counter, and rushed outside. I stepped off the sidewalk, seeing, out of the corner of my eye, my witnesses reversing out of their parking space. I wondered briefly how a family could be so happy even when their daughter deals with so many delusions on a daily basis. I was so caught up in my own thoughts, I didn't even see the speeding truck coming from behind my witnesses. As they reversed the truck caught the back end, sending them spinning into another car, and the truck continued on towards me. I was frozen in shock and fear; I didn't even feel the impact.

I closed my eyes.

The blinding light penetrated my closed eyelids. I was falling, so fast, yet so slow. I wondered when I'd hit the ground. My heart pounded. I opened my eyes even though the light would suggest it was brighter without my eyelids blocking some of the light. Surprisingly it was damn near dark. Who ever thought up of blinding darkness? When I opened my eyes, I stopped falling. I seemed to be floating. What the hell?

"Welcome Mary." A voice above me called softly.

I looked up to see... Barbie? The Barbie girl gracefully floated down toward my level and flashed as smile. It was then I could see only slight differences between this girl and a Barbie. For one, she wasn't plastic, and a few facial features are different.

"My name is Seana, and welcome to the world between worlds."

I opened my mouth to speak to find no words exiting. Seana chuckled. "So many times, dear Mary, that that voice of yours has caused more trouble than not. It is your time to listen, not speak." She paused, seeming to gather her thoughts. "It is rare that people get a second chance. For one, another person must die at the exact same second, and that doesn't happen often. Second, if a guy or a girl who died had a soul mate, who would die without dead person, we will return the person, but in a different form."

I looked quizzically at Seana. I didn't know whether or not I was dead, but she was making no sense? Returning a person in a different form? What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

She seemed to read my mind as she snickered, "In other words you'll be reborn as someone else. You won't be Mary Shannon any longer. Another person died just as you died, and you will take their place. The only reason you will live again is because your soul mate needs you. Your job is to keep him alive."

I was desperate to ask who had died, but a blinding light interrupted my thought, and I opened my eyes to see I was in a hospital room. I sighed in relief. Perhaps it was just a coma dream. I've heard stories of people who had dreams while they were in comas. I looked down, and swallowed hard as I noticed that my hands were smaller than normal and one was wrapped in a cast almost to my elbows. Much smaller. My body wasn't as long either, and my blond hair was longer. Shakily I ripped out the IVs and pulled the sheets back. I maneuvered out of the bed, and with support from the bed and the wall, I moved towards the bathroom. Once I managed to turn on the light, I looked up at the mirror.

I screamed.

I was Charlotte.

And suddenly, I was not alone.