A/N: Hi! This is my first story ever on this site, so I apologize if it sucks. Hopefully it won't. I feel like I need to preface this story before you begin, so please read this. I was reading Heathers fanfiction on Archive of Our Own, and came across one that intrigued me, but it was never finished. The ship was not to ship I prefer, as it was Chansaw (Chandler/Veronica) and I like Jdronica(JD/Veronica). Yeah, yeah, I'm trash whatever I know. Anyway, the first chapter is directly copied and pasted from that fanfiction, and I give all credit of the first chapter and this idea to the original author xPenguinQueenx. The original story is not hard to find, I kept the same title. A huge thanks to friend for editing this for me!This fic is strictly musical based, and I will be pulling nothing from the movie. I do not own any of the characters or Heathers. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy! :) EDIT: Okay, I've gotten a review from the original author, and I want to apologize. I should have asked before I used they're story. I'm so sorry, I feel terrible! They are not making me take this down, and for that I am extremely grateful. I can basically credit this entire story to xPenguinQueenX. I never would have been able to think of this on my own. I've now learned the story is ongoing, and you can easily find it as mentioned above. It's probably better that this one! Ok, sorry that was so long
"-ronica? Veronica, wake up!" The voice draws me to consciousness, but I don't open my eyes. There's only four people who come to check on me at home and I don't think I can see any of them today. Considering the loudness of the voice, it can't be McNamara or Martha, and its certainly female which rules out my father. That leaves my mother…. But it doesn't sound like my mother. Actually, it sounds like… nooo not today. Kurt and Ram wouldn't leave last night so I barely slept. I was hoping to at least have a quiet morning.
"What do you want, Heather?" I raise my gaze to meet her hardened one. And it's in that moment that I realize I am not in bed, nor am I at home. I'm sitting in the school cafeteria with Heather, Heather, and, Heather. But an alive Heather? What the hell is going on?
"I'll excuse your tone since it's obvious you're out of it today, Ronnie." Chandler hisses the nickname as if it's supposed to offend me in some way. She raises her eyebrow as if waiting for a response from me and I can only sit there in silence because what am I supposed to say to a girl that I vividly remember accidentally killing and being haunted by suddenly standing VERY MUCH ALIVE in front of me. Duke scoffs in my direction, muttering a soft, "fucking loser." Low enough for only my ears to hear. And possibly McNamara's as well considering the small frown on her face that appears.
I start to stutter out a reply only to be saved by a clattering in the distance.
"Why don't you pick that up, nerd?" an obnoxious, but very familiar voice is heard, followed by an equally recognizable laugh. A boy leans down to pick up his fallen tray and I see them both.
Shit. Did I die in my sleep last night? Is this hell? What is going on?
"I'm sorry, Heather." I say, standing rather abruptly, "I'm not feeling well. I-I'll be back."
I cross the cafeteria, thankful that all eyes are on Kurt, Ram, and the poor kid they've claimed their victim of the day. Except for the Heathers I'm assuming who are most likely watching me, but I don't dare look back. Instead I march down the hallway, making my way to the girl's bathroom, because I really was telling Chandler the truth when I said I wasn't feeling well. Seeing the dead suddenly alive will make you strangely sick to your stomach. I'm nearly there when I bump into someone.
"Sorry," I rush out, trying to move towards the bathroom once again.
"No worries," comes the smooth reply stopping me in my tracks. I turn, already knowing who will be standing there. And it's him. It doesn't make sense because I watched him die, but he's standing right here.
"Can I ask you a dumb question?" I ask him before he can leave.
His eyebrows rise, whether in amusement or surprise that I'm still talking to him, I'm not sure," there are no dumb questions." He then gives me a nod as if to say go on.
I contemplate the situation for a moment before continuing, "do you know who I am?"
He chuckles a little, spurting out a, "of course!" My eyes light up in relief. Sure, I don't necessarily trust JD anymore, but I'll take any information he can give me, "everyone knows the newest Heather. You, Veronica Sawyer, are important here. Although, I don't really know why you're still called the Heathers if your name isn't Heather."
Any hope I had was lost the longer I listened to him. I have no idea what's going on and the only person I thought that might be able to help me has no idea what's going on. Maybe I really am in hell. Forced to relive high school and be face to face with the people I killed every day.
"Right, thanks, JD." His mouth opens a little and this time it's definitely surprise on his face.
"Wait, how do you know my name?" He says with slight suspicion, but mostly intrigue.
We fell in love and you killed my friends, is what is at the edge of my mind, but unless I want to be sent off to the psych ward then that should stay inside, "You're the new kid," is what comes out of my mouth instead. I shrug my shoulders in what I hope looks nonchalant.
He nods, accepting my answer, and waves a goodbye, "It was nice meeting you, Veronica Sawyer." Not offering a goodbye of my own, I forcefully open the bathroom door and slide inside, making sure to stop and lock it behind me. I step up to one of the sinks, staring at my reflection. I look like the girl before the bomb and the sleepless nights. None of the marks from JD's bomb are there and the bags under my eyes are gone.
"Perhaps you would like me to explain?"
I turn to find someone in the stall that I had once deemed Duke's 'vomit stall'. I'm not entirely surprised I missed someone with how I rushed in here, but I could have sworn it was just me in the room," what?"
The person steps out and I can't help but stare. They're beautiful, but something screams danger. No, not danger. Power. They are in a robe coving most of their body, but their face is on display. They have dark, sad eyes, but light, gray hair that seems to shine. Their mouth is set in a thin line.
"I've been trying to find a way for you to fix all of this for quite a while now. I figured the only way to do that in the end would be if I sent you back to the start. This is not how your story was supposed to go, Veronica," They stop for a moment, pulling something out of their robe. It's…an hourglass. They try to hand it to me. Only for me to step away from the stranger, visibly freaked out at this point, "Veronica, please calm down. You saw them all out there did you not?"
Are they talking about Chandler? And Kurt and Ram? And JD?
"They're supposed to be dead." I tell them, assuming they know what's going on. They must.
They nod, "They were dead. But that's all in the future. It's a future you can stop if you would like the chance." They shove the hourglass towards me once more and this time I take it with shaky hands. I think I understand what this person is trying to tell me, but that's…. impossible, isn't it? But so is dead people coming back to life. I could have also dreamed all of it, but then how would this person know about everything?
"So," I start, swallowing a lump in my throat," I'm in the past right now?" I look to this mysterious individual for confirmation and they nod at me,' and you want me to, What? Fix everything I messed up? Do the right thing?
They stare at me for an unnerving moment, expression never changing with dark eyes boring into mine. Finally, they respond, "I'm not sure I care about right or wrong." This takes me off guard. Aren't most stories about the time traveler supposed to be about them being a hero that sacrifices happiness for others or something along those lines?
"What's the point of sending me back then?" I can't help but think that there is a catch somewhere. This stranger wouldn't just send me back for no reason.
This time there is no hesitation before they respond," I see everything and everyone. Humans live short and meaningless lives and I don't notice most. You however... have given me great entertainment. I was sad to see that things ended the way they did. Think of this as a gift from me. A…. Thank you…. If you will."
I sit in shock for a moment. This stranger finally admitted what I suspected from the beginning. They are not human," Who are you?"
They hum for a moment before letting out a short huff, "You're smart, I was hoping you would figure it out yourself." They nod pointedly towards me and it takes me a moment to realize that it isn't me, but the hourglass that's being pointed towards.
I furrow my brows in thought. Hourglass, future, past," Time?" I question them, looking back up, "You're time?"
They hum again. But this time it seems almost as if they're praising me," I'm giving you a chance to fix things because you have become my favorite human to come into existence in the past couple hundred years. But," They stop, looking serious and it scares me for a moment, "you will have one chance only. I won't give you another. I don't give gifts often so make good on this one."
I'm still incredibly overwhelmed and still not completely sure this is happening, but I manage to let out a small thank you, but then I remember the hourglass in my hands, "Wait, what's this for?" I raise the hourglass toward them in a questioning manner.
"That, Veronica, has two purposes. The first, is merely to summon me if you need me. I will be around if you ever have questions or need advice about this universe or the people in it."
"And the second?"
Time stops once again, motioning towards the hourglass. I glance down to find a piece of sand falling from the top to the bottom, "It will count down to the possible death of one of your friends."
I feel my body go cold at the words.
"So, I just keep JD away from Chandler, right? And then the first death will be avoided?"
Time shakes his head sadly at me, "I never said Heather Chandler would be the first possible death. You've already altered this world by meeting Jason Dean early. There is no telling who the first possible death will be now."
A bell rings and Time decides it is their time to depart, "I will be around, Veronica. For now, try to be happy."
Well…. Shit.