SUMMARY: Fi, Clu, Annie and Jack have left the dream plane, but instead of going back home they've wound up separated through space and time, Fi in an alternate dimension where her Father's still alive, Annie & Jack are stuck in the middle ages, and Clu finds himself somewhere in time.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own So Weird. Own the plot, but it's only mingled with original plans for Season Three, so …

Fi's INTRODUCTION: Everybody wishes that they could change certain events in their lives. Or that they could travel through time to change an event; or stay for just one day in a great age in history. People are so concerned with the what-ifs and the un-imaginable that they forget to live in the today. They become so caught up in pondering upon different worlds that they miss what's right in front of them. But can you blame them? Imagine being able to change one thing in your life, or to live a past life. It would be great! But don't you think that … when all's done … it isn't as great as you thought it would be? And maybe, just maybe … you want to go back home?

CHAPTER ONE

Fiona Phillips sat up in her bed, sweat dripping down her face as she tried not to let her nightmare get to her. Or, what she was passing off as a nightmare at the moment, but she knew differently. Everything that had just happened in her ballroom dream had been as real as anything else she knew. Her mind was already turning with unanswered questions – and unknown plans to retrieve her Father from the bowels of hell where they undoubtedly had taken him. The phantoms – her enemies.

She groaned, rubbing the sweat from her face and blinking a couple of times, hoping not to let the sun get into her eyes. After a moment she let out a yawn and pulled back her covers, impulse telling her to check on Clu, Annie, and Jack.

She froze as her feet touched the ground, her eyes slowly sweeping over the room before her. She was back in her old room in Hope Springs – in the house her mother had sold the year before. How could that be possible? Her face scrunched up in confusion and slowly she stood, her eyes taking in everything she could see. There were several changes. Her closet seemed fuller and her computer desk was different from the one she'd had before. But it was still her old room.

She picked up her robe from where it was draped over her chair and pulled it over herself, trying to ignore the shiver running down her spine. Was it possible she'd wound up in another dream? Could the doors really do that?

Slowly she pulled open her bedroom door and looked down the hall. It was still the same as she remembered it – no changes here. She bit her lip uncertainly before heading out into the kitchen to find her Mom standing over the oven, flipping pancakes.

"Hey baby, you're up early," She said, giving Fi a smile.

"Guess I couldn't sleep," Fi said, slowly slumping into her chair. She took in the old kitchen, eyes wide in wonderment as she tried to grasp just what was going on.

"You alright?" Her mother asked, putting a tray of eggs in front of her. "You seem sort of … confused."

"I'm fine," Fi said, turning and giving her Mom a small smile. "I guess I just had a nightmare." Then she relaxed into her seat. "It was all a nightmare."

"That's the third one in a week. Maybe you and Jack should stop watching all those scary movies," Molly stated, giving Fi a pointed look. She grinned in response.

"Yeah, maybe. Where is everyone?"

"Out," Her mom replied. "The boys wanted to go check out some new stereo that the Bell's got last night. It's supposed to be state of the line."

"State of the line? The Bells? That doesn't sound like them," Fi said with surprise.

"Well I guess it was Carey's idea and Ned seems to have gone along with it," Molly replied.

"I wonder how Irene's taking it," Fi said, rolling her eyes. "She hates all that noise." Molly turned and looked at her with confusion before turning back to the pancakes. "Is there any butter?"

"Sure is. Right over by the bread box." Fi nodded and quickly retrieved the butter, putting a little over her eggs before adding some salt.

"You really shouldn't put so much butter on those," Molly said with disapproval, turning around and taking her seat at the table.

"It tastes better that way," Fi said. She took a bite and grinned before looking around the table. "Hey, how come there are two extra plates?" She asked.

Then off of Molly's confused look, she added, "Carey and Clu are coming over, right?"

Molly put down her fork and put her hand on Fi's forehead. "Baby, are you feeling okay?"

"Mom, I'm fine," Fi said with a grin, swatting Molly's hand away. "In fact, I think I feel better than I have in a really long time."

Molly frowned before pulling away. "If you say so," She said, reaching for the syrup and pouring it on her pancakes.

"Hey Mom," Fi said, looking up. "Do you think it's possible for someone to have a dream of a really long period of time?" Fi asked.

Molly stopped; her fork just before her lips. "What do you mean?"

"Well, do you think it's possible to have a dream that was of a whole year?" Fi asked.

"I suppose it's possible," Her Mom said slowly. "Although I'm not sure I've heard anything like that."

Fi smiled with relief. "Then it was all just a stupid dream."

"Fi, what's this all about?" Molly asked with interest.

"I just had the weirdest dream," Fi said, giving her Mom a grin.

"Maybe you should tell your Father all about it," Molly suggested, causing Fi to freeze in surprise.

"What?" She asked, looking up at her Mom with wide eyes.

"Yeah. You know how he's into all that dream stuff. Here he comes now, why don't you ask him?"

"Ask me what?" A voice asked from the patio door. Fi spun around and her jaw dropped in surprise as she saw her Father standing there … very much alive.

SO WEIRD

Annie stepped through the door, holding Jack's hand. The two stumbled through before stopping in an old hallway. It was dark out, though some torches were lit on the walls – keeping the place bright. Annie frowned, looking around.

"I have a feeling we're not back at your Aunt's," She said, swallowing hard.

Jack peered around thoughtfully. "Obviously not. So the question is: where are we?"

Annie shrugged in confusion, moving down the corridor in hopes of finding a clue. Instead Jack grabbed her arm, keeping in place.

"Hold on, we may be somewhere we don't belong," He said sharply. "If we get caught, we could get in trouble."

Annie nodded. "You're right. We just have to try and figure out this situation as reasonably as possible."

"There you two are!" Someone exclaimed, coming quickly down the corridor. He slowed when he caught sight of Annie and Jack. He looked from one to the other, before grinning. "I thought you were going to take Anne upstairs," He said.

"I'm sorry?" Jack asked, looking at the man with confusion.

"Well I was under the impression that you weren't allowed to let Anne overhear any plans for battle. Isn't that why you said you had to take her upstairs? Where has Henry gone off to? I thought he was with you."

Jack frowned, looking to Annie, hoping for some sort of answer.

"He had to depart," Annie said, trying to take up on the same sort of language as the man spoke. "The bathrooms, you understand?"

"Why ever would Henry take a bath at a time like this?" He asked.

"Not bathrooms," Jack said quickly. "He had to … to … stop off at the stables for a moment. He was worried for his … horse?"

"Ah, old Henry and that obsession of his with that horse. Well you'd best be hurrying before Arthur gets too troubled. You're one of his best knights, you know," the man said. He gave Annie a quick bow before turning away. He stopped, and glanced back over his shoulder. "Oh, and Jacob? We still need to discuss that little incident from the other day." He gave Annie a pointed look before turning back to Jack. "You of course know what I'm talking about, don't you?"

"Yeah," Jack said slowly, frowning at the dark grin the man gave him. "Yeah, I think I do."

"Very well then. Don't take long." And with that he vanished back down the corridor.

"What was he talking about?" Annie asked with confusion.

"I have no idea," Jack admitted. "But I don't trust him. There's something … off about him."

"I agree," Annie said, staring down the corridor uncertainly. Then she frowned. "Jack, where are we?"

"I have a vague idea," Jack said quietly. "But I really don't want to believe it."

"I thought the door would take us back to the real world," Annie said with a hint of annoyance,

"We are back in the real world. Just … a thousand years or so before our time."

"What!?" Annie exclaimed, staring at him with shock. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about my past life. He called you Anne, and me Jacob, which means he thinks we're …" Here he faltered, as if suddenly realizing something. "You're Anne."

Annie frowned. "Wait, are you trying to say that you and I are in the … the bodies of Anne and Jacob … from the statue your Grandma had?" Annie exclaimed. "How is that possible?"

"I want to know how it's possible that you are Anne."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Annie demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well Anne and Jacob … I mean, you heard Fi. They were married. If you're Anne and I'm Jacob, then …"

A sudden blush crept across Annie's face. "Oh," She said quietly.

"Oh no," Jack said, quickly walking away. "Look, why don't we just get you up to your room like that kid was suggesting and I'll try and figure out a way out of here."

"You'd better," Annie said, quickly following behind him. "I'm not sure I could fit in here."

"If I remember correctly, Anne was just as annoying as you, so I'm sure you'll fit in just fine."

Annie narrowed her eyes but followed behind him, picking her skirts slightly in hopes of keeping up. "What about Fi and Clu? Aren't you worried about them?"

"Of course I'm worried about them," Jack snapped. "Clu's my best friend and Fi's my sister. I'm sure that they'll turn up, okay? It's not likely we'd all end up in different places."

"What if we did?" Annie asked with a frown.

"That's ridiculous," Jack said, trying not to let his imagination wander. "Where could they possibly go?"

SO WEIRD

Clu frowned in confusion, taking in the elaborately decorated baby's room. Slowly he turned and looked to the door.

"I'm gonna guess that this isn't Melinda's house," He said slowly. He looked around the room. "Fi? Annie? Jack? Where are you guys?"

He started for the door, but froze when he heard someone gurgle. Slowly he turned around and found himself face to face with a little baby no older than five months.

"Uh, hey?" He asked with confusion.

AN: Okay, POLL: SHOULD Clu be in the future, or in the past. What do you guys think; cuz I can't decide.