"Ugh Scott is there something you wanna tell me?" Melissa McCall asked with a bowl of candy in her hands. She had been expecting five year olds dressed in adorable costumes, not her only son carrying an unconscious red haired girl and his best friend sporting a quickly forming bruise, when she had opened the door to an urgent sounding knock.
"Can you help us?" Scott asked. She quickly opened the door wider for them to come in.
"Thank you" Stiles gladly smiled at her as he grabbed a Reeses from the bowl and she gave him a smile.
"Put her on the couch"she whispered to Scott as she shut the door. After they made sure that she was definitely unconscious and safe to be left alone on the couch, she led the boys to the kitchen and made them sit at the coffee table

"This is for you" Melissa said as she handed Stiles a bag of frozen peas, that she had just obtained from the freezer. Stiles gave her a look.
"Who's the one with the medical degree here?" she told him and he quickly obeyed as he placed it on his bruise with a hiss and then a sigh of relief. She sat down inbetween the boys crossed her arms putting on her ready for action mom look.

"So tell me what happened" she sighed.

For the first time in what felt like forever I had the ability to open my eyes and wake myself up. My surroundings were unfamiliar but I knew I was in someone's living room. Was it the living room of the people who woke me? I was slightly hoping that it was and they had forgiven me for my brief moment of insanity when I punched their friend. It's not my fault he happened to be within punching range. The living room was quite similar to my home...well almost, they seemed to have a small movie screen and was that Captain America on it? How'd that get a film out so quickly, didn't those comics just start? Not to mention it was all in color as well!. A loud noise went off that made the table vibrate and I looked down to see a bright tiny box that glowed. On the top of it, it said
Lydia:
On our way
And then I saw a date at the top of the written message. That couldn't be right? This had to be some sort of science fiction toy? Surely I had been asleep for mere hours.
Off to my right I could hear voices,two of them I remembered from the crypt but the other was unfamiliar, however I knew it was a woman's.
Well there's two choices here, attempt to escape and see what's out there or face them head on I thought.
With a sigh I choose the latter, straightened myself out, and slowly made my way to the kitchen. I stood in the doorway to eavesdrop for a couple moments before letting them know of my presence, it seemed best to make sure they weren't dangerous...hopefully.
"She punched you Stiles!" The woman's voice exclaimed and she placed her hand to her mouth to hide a smile forming on her face. The boy who I had injured was clutching a bag of what looked to be frozen peas to his cheek and gave the woman a glare which just made her laugh out loud.
"Then before we could do anything else, Allison used one of her tranquilizers to knock her out so we could get out of the cemetery without drawing attention" the other boy further explained.
"Yeah that was my guess seeing that you had to carry her, she looked pretty out of it. I hate to ask but is she...safe" the woman replied.
"Allison said she could be out for awhile so who know's when we'll be able ask her anything"
"Or she's right there" the boy that I punched mumbled as he saw me in the doorway. Guess I wasn't as stealthy as I thought I was. Not sure what to do next I quickly blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"Sorry about your...face" I apologized first.
"It's fine, I'm just really glad I'm not Charlotte" he tried to smile at me and I gave him a nod, but then felt something weird in my stomach at the reminder of Charlotte, I would have to deal with her later.
"I'm Agatha, Agatha Claire Macintosh" I fully introduced myself. The three of them smiled at me out of kindness.
"I'm Scott" the boy with the black hair and a tattoo introduced himself.
"Stiles" the boy I punched said with a wave of his hand.

"And I'm Melissa, I'm Scott's mom" the woman told me as she got up and offered her seat to me and with a motion of her hand, I soon found myself sitting in it.
"Would you like some cocoa?" she asked me as she began to fish around the cabinets.
"Sure, if that's not to much trouble" I told her.
"I'll have some too" Scott said.
"Same" Stile put in.
"You two know where it is" she told them with a smile on her face. There was a moment of silence between the four of us and I could tell there was a big elephant in the room.

Might as well get it over with I internally sighed.

"This is a stupid question to ask but...wh-what year is it?" I asked them but avoided eye contact. I could tell the two boys were looking between each other probably choosing who would tell me the bad news.
"It's 2013" Scott told me. I didn't realize it but I had been holding my breath and quickly let it out. 72 years that's how long I've been asleep for.

"Part of me had been hoping I had been gone for hours but-but-but" I began to hiccup as tears threatened to spill down my face but I quickly restrained them. I most certainly was not going to cry in front of these strangers.
"How'd you find me?" I asked them.
"Our friend Lydia said she heard you so we followed your voice and hear you are" Stiles explained.
"I've been inside my own head crying out for help so long, why now?" I asked giving a nod of thanks to Melissa as she slid the steaming cup over to me and then saw that in the middle of the table was a bowl of candy and on the top of it was my favorite, a Reeses.
"Do you mind" I asked nodding towards the chocolate and Melissa immediately shook her head. I grabbed it and placed it in the cocoa waiting for it to melt, it was a little thing that I looked to do whenever I had the chance.
"Never thought of doing that!"Stiles smiled at my little unhealthy habit.
"You wanna try? You all saved my life tonight, so the least I'm going to care about is sharing germs at the moment" I gave a pathetic chuckle and passed it to him. He took a small sip and gave it a nod of approval.
"Not bad" he replied and I smiled at him, well as much as I could at the moment.
"Do you know if there's a way I can go home?" I asked them.
"We really don't know, we'll have to wait till tomorrow" Scott said. Before I could ask why, there was a knock on the door and Scott went to go answer it.

"Did we win?" I asked them hoping they would understand my subtext as I fiddled with a necklace my mother had given me years ago.
"I'd say we did" Melissa answered me. I noticed Stile's looking behind my shoulder and that he saw what was on the TV and smirked to himself at the irony of it, that I wouldn't learn about till much later. Scott, lead the two girls I had seen from earlier, into the kitchen and they introduced themselves to me as Lydia and Allison. It turns out they had been raiding their closets for clothes just for me. I found it funny that back home we had been giving so many clothes away by the minute to help out with the war effort and now people were giving their clothes to me.
"Have they explained everything to you" Allison asked as I looked through the clothes they had given me, they were all absolutely adorable, but a tad to short for my liking, I would most likely have to deal with that though..
"Most of it" I told her and she put a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"Well we'll try our best, but for now how do you feel about being my long lost cousin from Scotland?" Lydia asked leaning against the coffee table.
"What?" I asked with a chuckle.
"I'm going to you bring to school with me tomorrow, we can maybe check out something from the library to see what's happening here and afterwards we have a friend that we can talk to that could give us possibly more validation on the matter" Lydia explained.
"Alright then, but why Scotland?"
"Hello you have the red hair! Plus it makes me sound like I have a sophisticated family tree, no one wants to know that your family doesn't give a care about lineage" she explained.

"Can't we say I'm from Canada?" I asked.
"Let me hear your Scottish accent"
"Och aye ya wee lassie I dinna ken why you wanna have me be from Scotland" I joked with her and she made a disapproving face that made me laugh, I was feeling a bit better now having the idea in my mind that maybe I did have some hope of getting home, some.
"Canada it is then" Allison spoke for Lydia. After that everyone seemed tired mainly because the hour was approaching on 1:30 am, so the girls headed home and Melissa let Stiles and I sleep at her place. I would sleep on the living room couch whilst Stiles would sleep in Scott's room, and with that I found myself staring up at the ceiling waiting for exhaustion or something to put me to sleep but I just couldn't find it, not to mention I didn't want to go to sleep. After being asleep that long I was almost terrified with the thought of not waking up again and being trapped inside my head.

It was a squeak though that made me sit bolt upright and I let out a gasp and quickly grabbed for my pillow ready to launch it at whoever the intruder was. In the darkness I saw a figure step down the stairs slowly.
"Hello?" I asked. The person paused and I quickly fumbled around to turn the lamp on. After I nearly blinded myself I saw that it was Stiles.
"Hey, sorry" he whispered giving me a wave.
"It's fine, couldn't sleep anyways, you?" I asked. He shook his head in response.
"I was heading out for a walk" he explained as he put his hand's in what Lydia called a hoodie.
"It's freezing out there" I told him the obvious and even motioned my hands to the windows that had frost on them. He gave me a shrug of his shoulders.
"Do you wanna watch, the thing" I asked nodding my head towards what I think was called the television.
"You'd be ok with that" he said and I nodded. He slowly made his way to the couch and turned it on with a remote.

"I think I have a new favorite thing here" I told him honestly, it was sad to admit I was amazed with television. He chuckled at me and with the click of buttons different things appeared on the screen.
"Shout if you see anything, well you know whisper loudly" he corrected himself.
"Ooh stop here" I told him as I surprisingly recognized something.
"I haven't seen this in ages last time I saw it was with my dad, he loves Sherlock Holmes" I explained to him as we watched the Hound of the Baskervilles with Basil Rathbone.
"He used to read these to me and they'd always put me to sleep within minutes, but for some reason the films were ten times better"
"They do sometimes say the movie is better then the book" Stiles put in and I nodded enthusiastically.
"You're alright with this right?" I asked him.
"Anything to avoid sleep at the moment" he sighed as he leaned back and I gladly shared my blanket with him.

"Thanks Agatha"

"Aggy"
"Aggy, I like that"

The lights began to flicker at the old crossroads and then suddenly everything was pitch black for a minute. Once they turned themselves back on a man in a suit,clearly reminiscent of the 1940's,with black hair was standing there smoking a cigarette.
"Hmmm this is going to have to be one those jobs where I'm going to have to get my hands dirty isn't it?" he complained as he began walking towards Beacon Hills.

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