"Okay, so who the fuck are you?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

Jazz gave the other redhead a nonplussed stare, folding her arms as the other girl circled her warily.

"Jasmine."

"Not Summer?"

She felt her brows furrow.

"No?"

"Well, that's good, then. 'Cause I'm Summer and frankly I'm tired of punching myself in the face."

"O….kaay?"

Jazz shifted slightly, not sure what to make of that.

The other girl's (Summer's?) expression suddenly flipped to cheerful friendliness as she clasped her hands together. It was a little disconcerting to see the body language shift while her voice remained the same harsh grilling.

"So what brings you through a crazy green portal? Science? Interdimensional travel? Interstellar war? Trying to hunt a Federation traitor?"

"Ummmm, no. I'm just trying to find my brother." A beat. "That second one's pretty accurate, though."

Jazz took an alarmed step back as Summer suddenly stepped into her space, patting at her jacket pockets.

"Hey hey hey, personal space, much?"

"So where's your portal gun? You do have a portal gun, right? "

"Honestly? It's none of your business!"

Jazz shoved at the girl's shoulder when the other girl started aiming to check her chest, startled when her wrist was captured in a tight grip, the dark look appearing again.

"You're in my backyard, honey. It's plenty my business." A familiar shwooping noise caught both their attentions, a green flash beaming from the garage windows. They perked up for different reasons, and Summer started dragging her around to the front of the house.

"Grandpa Rick!" Jazz followed along without complaint, wondering if it really had been the girl's grandfather, or if the familiar shade of green was a ghost portal. A shrill beeping started as soon as they were in eyeshot, loud enough to startle several birds from a nearby tree.

"Grandpa Rick, I found a weird girl in our backyard - it looked like she came through one of your portals. Do you know her?"

Bored blue eyes glanced up at the two of them, nimble fingers twisting a squarish device around in his hands. The beeping stopped, and he set it down.

"That's nice, sweetie."

"What do you mean, that's nice sweetie , she came out of a portal ." As Summer let go to gesture emphatically, Jazz started to edge away from the clearly irritated teen.

"Soooo…. I'm just going to… " She pointed back toward the road, turning on her heel and making all of two steps before her vision lit up with neon blue.

"Yeahhhh, I don't think so."

" What the hell, Grandpa?!"

"You said it yourself, Summer. She's a being from another dimension. Looks human, but my sensors are going fucking crazy. So. What are you. Shapeshifter? Mirage? Creepy robot with a skin fetish?"

Jazz tossed a bit of pocket fuzz at the force field, wrinkling her nose as it lit up into a tiny fireball.

"Human, thanks."

"Don't think so. Humans can't emit that much ectoradiation and live."

She huffed, sitting down and resting one elbow on her knee, chin in the palm of her hand. May as well get as far away from the shields as possible.

"Yeah, well, long-term low-dose exposure does some pretty crazy stuff to human resilience."

The old man squinted at her, taking a slow sip from a silver flask.

"What's your name?"

"Jazz."

"Short for Jasmine?"

She nodded, and he made an unconvinced noise. Summer had folded her arms, tapping a foot.

"She said she was looking for her brother."

"That true?"

Jazz nodded.

"Well, he should be easy enough to find, if he's anything like you. Freakin' beacon, let me tell you."

The two girls watched him wander back into the garage, and Jazz flicked another bit of fuzz at the shield to watch it burn.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." his voice echoed out. "The more you test it, the smaller it gets."

Jazz shoved her hands in her pockets and left them there.

"So, Jazz, was it? What Universe are you from?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"The human one? Am I not still on earth?"

The voice calling out from the garage was almost inaudible past the sudden shrill beeping that started up, and stopped again.

"Oh, you're on Earth all right, but there's no record of any Fentons who look anything like you, let alone 'Jasmine Fenton,'"

"What year is it?"

"2017."

Jazz tried to hide the faint disbelief from showing on her face, the forced neutral expression clearly not convincing Summer who raised her eyebrow.

"Try checking around 2014."

"Yeah, still no. Also, totally found your radioactive brother. He's about halfway across the country. I'm surprised people are still losing their shit over stuff like this."

Summer glanced over, pulling out a small tablet from her pocket and tapping at it a bit. For all that the house and random force fields seemed normal, the touch-screen device hammered home that yes, this was probably in the future.

And another universe.

"Shotgun!"

"What?"

"Alright, fine. Your brother is still in school anyway."

"You're taking me to him?" Jasmine tensed as the field turned yellow, flinching as it shrunk toward her. The bubble only lifted her from the ground under Rick's direction, swooping into the backseat of what looked like a flying saucer .

"Yeah, sure, why not? N- Not like I have anything bet-better to do."

Summer hopped into the passenger seat, pulling on the belt while Jazz awkwardly did the same in the back. Metal and glass clinked together, and she awkwardly nudged away the empty containers, trying to ignore the ripe smell of fermenting beverages. She watched him lift an already-open bottle in the cupholder, taking a long couple chugs from it before dropping it between the seats. Asking if he was currently intoxicated would be rather pointless, when the answer was this obvious.

"How often have you vomited back here?"

"A lot. Now shut up and l-let me drive."

"Ew."

Summer just laughed, completely ignoring the spectacle of the flying saucer taking off, zooming across the landscape as she turned to eye up the other redhead again.

"Sooo… How'd you get through a portal, anyway? Did you steal one from Rick?"

Jazz just gave her a confused look.

"Uh, no? I just met him."

"Stumbled across an open one?"

"Not really."

She noticed the older man watching her in he rear-view mirror, poker face much better than her own.

"...My parents made the portal in their basement."

She almost didn't get the last word out as the saucer lurched in the air, stopping abruptly as Rick whirled around in his seat.

" WHAT!? "

"Ow, what the fuck grandpa. Warn a girl."

" WHAT DO YOU MEAN YO-YOUR PARENTS MADE A PORTAL?!"

"I don't know, they made a portal!"

"What were their names?!"

"Jack and Maddie Fenton."

"Bullshit."

"I'm not lying."

She glared at him, and he flipped her off.

"Fucking bullshit. Shut the fuck up. We're finding your brother and yo-you're going to cut the - cut the - stop fucking around"

The saucer lurched forward again, and Jazz lifted her foot to avoid being splashed with a half-full bottle sloshing at her shoe. Summer was still watching, but… somehow the laser in her pocket didn't feel quite as comforting anymore.