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Week 1

Day 1

He had been worried that when he stepped back into the community center, he'd smell blood and feel the weight of Alisha's body in his arms again. Luckily the good memories seemed to have crowded out the bad. In fact, standing in the locker room surrounded by Curtis, Nathan, Kelly and Alisha, was the first time in months he felt he belonged anywhere, outside of when he was lying in Alisha's arms.

The girls changed first, then stayed to fix their hair and make-up while the four of them dressed. The first time he'd been so shy he'd snuck off to the bathroom with his boiler suit and only returned to the locker room to straighten up; making a show of fixing his collar and pressing down his hair in hopes no would notice he hadn't been there before. This time he saw Alisha send him a smirk in the mirror as he pulls up the jumpsuit and really doesn't care who else is watching.

"I don't think you should be wearing a cap." She was speaking to Gary, but she was looking at him. Challenging him. He doubted she particularly cared about Gary, at least not any more than any other random person, but that wasn't the point. Gary was the first person they knew who was more or less killed because of the storm. He was the first person they could see saved by altering the timeline. She was reminding Simon that she wasn't going to sit on her hands and let fate use her as a puppet again. She was challenging him to stop her. Testing him to see if he was willing to live up to his promise. And testing fate to see whether they really were able to change the timeline.

"Why? Does it clash with his handbag?" Nathan joked. Gary stepped towards him, spitting out a list of anatomically impossible acts of violence as he approached. Simon subtly stepped between the two boys.

"We're probably going to be painting today." He said calmly "None of us should wear anything we wouldn't want to get stained." Gary glared and spat out another few insults, but moved back towards his locker. A few minutes later, when Gary came out of the locker room without his cap, both Simon and Alisha shot each other a smirk.

OOO

She had grabbed the farthest of the three benches to paint along with Simon, leaving Curtis to deal with Gary as he surly slathering the closest bench with paint while Nathan unsuccessfully attempted to flirt with Kelly in the middle.

"So, Mr. Know-it-all, how did you know we were going to painting today?" Nathan asked turning towards them. "Did you suck it out of the probation worker?" He teased, before pretending to lick his paintbrush. Simon sent him one of the faces he'd had to perfect after being friends with both Nathan and Rudy.

"Do you really think if I did that, I'd still have to do the painting?" Alisha let out a chuckle. So did the others minus Nathan. She had forgotten that. Simon was more than capable of standing up for himself, but most of the time over the last few month he didn't bother. Rudy usually did a good enough job of embarrassing himself. But Nathan he actually seemed to like to tease back and forth with, for some reason. Or maybe this was just another side he'd grown since she'd died. She remembered he'd teased her back when she had accused him of sniffing her knickers.

"I know people who have gotten community service before." Simon then calmly told Nathan after the laughter had tittered out. She let out a snort. That was one of putting it.

"Well," Nathan said, backing off slightly. "I guess that takes care of the question of whether or not you're a repeat offender." He said then turned back towards Kelly. Someday someone really should let Nathan know that making fun of a girl wasn't going to help him get any. She wasn't, of course. She didn't particularly want Nathan to have a better chance.

Once they had gone back to painting, Alisha leaned forward toward Simon, close enough that she could speak without the others being able to hear.

"Do you have the phone ready?" Simon gave a nod. They hadn't been sure what to do about Tony. His death had bonded their little group the first time around, but it had also created a lot of problem. Plus, he was still a person, with a fiancé, and if there was one thing Alisha had become a bit of sucker for, it was a love story. Even if one of the people involved was a boyfriend snatching old hag.

"I'll send the message." Simon told her as his eyes drifted up towards the sky. They had decided to send Tony a text, from one of those single use phones, telling him he had to get back to the community center immediately. The plan was that he'd be safely inside and they be firming outside when the lighting hit.

"What's going on with this weather?" Nathan asked a couple of minutes later; looking up Alisha could see the storm rolling in before hearing a voice behind them.

"So you're all still in one piece?" Alisha looked over to see Tony most definitely not back at the community center. When she glanced over, Simon gave her an equally confused shrug, then a grimace.

"He must of have kept his phone in his car." He ground out, obviously frustrated with himself.

Before she could think of anything else to do, Tony's attempts at motivating them were drowned out by the sound of metal and glass crunching as a giant hail stone crashed into his car. Simon pulled out his phone.

"A little late for that." She hurriedly whispered.

"I want to film the storm. Maybe it might be useful later." He told her lowly.

"That's my car." Tony exclaimed in the background, before another explosion, this time of water and ice, came from an impact in the lake behind them. Simon moved closer to her, placing himself between her and dumpster just as the third volley of hail into the bin sent up a third wave of debris.

Tony yelled for them to move, and they all took off. Simon kept by her, trying to shield her with one hand as he attempted to document the event that had changed their lives forever with the other. He was watching the other too, she noticed, during the few second she wasn't just thinking run, run, run. He was making sure that something they did didn't lead them to tripping or falling behind and getting hurt. He could be closer to the front she knew. By now he was probably in better shape than any of them, except Curtis. But whoever he had started out as, her Simon had grown into a hero, or at least as close as anyone like them could be. He might not have been willing to possibly trade the lives of their friends, and their time together to try to buy her more time, but protecting her and their gang still had become second nature to him. Even if it was just from getting cut up by ice shards.

When they got to the door everyone was shouting and screaming at Tony as he struggled with the keys. She didn't yell at him this time, but Gary more than made up for it with his description of what he would do to the probation worker if he didn't hurry up. Simon moved slightly away from her making sure they weren't touching. Tony turned around to yell at Gary just as the lightning hit, sending all of them rocketing backwards into the cement. When she opened her eyes again, everything hurt.

"I feel really weird." Kelly announced. Alisha felt Simon grab her hand.

"That would be the lightning." She heard Curtis answer Kelly in the background.

"Are you alright?" Simon asked. It was sort of sweet that he looked so concerned, despite knowing she was going to be fine. She nodded, then tensed, pulling her hand back quickly before reaching out, tentatively again. His shifted first from hurt to understanding. When she touched his hand, there was not pull, his veins didn't rise to the surface and no words were forced out of his mouth. She breathed out a sigh of relief she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

OOO

Kelly felt really weird. Not just the tingling and ringing in her ears from the lightning or the bruises on her back. Her head felt funny. Like it was too full and someone was trying to push in at the same time. She tried to ignore it as she brushed her hair back. It was probably from the lighting, right? Its not like that's normal.

"I wonder if it too soon to have her meet Seth." She heard the other girl say. Only it was weird. Like an echo.

"Who's Seth?" She asked, turning around. The girl froze. She looked shock and kind of worried.

"I didn't say anything." She said quickly, then closed her locker and hurried out of the room. What was her problem?

OOO

Simon leaned back against the wall and absently played with his phone, while he waited for Alisha. They had messed up with Tony. To be honest, he had a sick feeling there were still certain things they'd never be able to change, as much as Alisha wanted to. He had had to come to accept that when he went back. At first, he had thought he might be able to change something. He had tried, over and over to think of a way, but when his own logic didn't lead to catastrophe his power supplied a premonition of it. It always ended with either Alisha dying sooner, or their friends, and more than a few times a zombie apocalypse, the world's youth being brainwashed or the timeline simply collapsing. The twisting turning nature of his own life had made their timeline like a complicated Jenga tower, with the world as they knew it resting on top. One wrong move and it all fell down. But here, since they had managed to travel back without it being contingent on a future event, he hoped the foundations would be a more solid.

It had been easier, in way through, when he went back. Not easy. It wasn't easy planning his movements down to the second, or taking shrapnel from an exploding car, or kissing Alisha knowing it was the last time before he was going to die. That she was going to die. But he had known what to expect, mostly. Alisha had never actually told him much about her relationship with the older him. He knew exactly when he saved her, and that they had apparently had great sex, but not when and why she had fallen for him. He suspects she hadn't wanted him to be any more jealous than he already acted. Now he was grateful. That was the only time during those few weeks that he felt like he wasn't simply reading a script. That he was getting to make new memories and experience that part of being them for the first time too.

The rest, through, every time he saved her, and what she knew of when he saved the others he knew in excruciating detail. He knew exactly where he was suppose to be, what he was suppose to do and what the outcome would be. It was easier to feel like a superhero when you knew exactly what was going to happen. Now he felt like he was flying blind. And while being free to change thing, to possible get that happy ending, was wonderful, it also made him worry. He had already seen a world where all of his friends other than Alisha had lived. It something happened to them here, it would be on him.

"Where are the others?" Simon slipped his phone away and turned towards Alisha, who had apparently walked out of the locker room while he was lost in thought. She looked slightly tense.

"Gary stormed off right after we changed the other followed." He said, pushing off the wall towards her. "Is something wrong?" Alisha shook her head with slightly self deprecating smiled and pulled him into a slow kiss. They had decided it would be easier to allow the others, and anyone else that might care, to think they had met through community service. But that meant they had had to act as if they had just met today. Truthfully he suspected they hadn't been very successful, and it was almost painful to be so close to Alisha after so long and have to pretend like that.

"I just forgot about Kelly's power."

"Did she hear something?" He asked. Alisha shook her head.

"Nothing important. Do you want to go for a drink?" she asked. He nodded.

"I was waiting to make sure Kelly left alright." She nodded then, and slide to stand beside him along the wall.

A few minutes later Kelly walked out. She glanced at the two of them questioningly.

"The others have already left." Alisha said helpfully. Kelly looked at the two of them a moment, then shrugged and left. Once the doors had closed, Simon rapped his arm around Alisha and pulled her close, fitting together like two puzzle pieces, as they walked out.

OOO

They lay wrapped up together in her bed, as she traced her fingers downs Simon's chest. He looked more or less how she remembered him, her last time with him. It worried her. While they couldn't touch during the first part of their relationship, or at least his first part, there had been plenty of looking. She had seen as he built up and carved out the ridges and valleys of muscles on his chest, watched the swelling curves of his biceps. She knew how much hard work it had taken. She knew how much time it had taken.

"When did you get back here?" she asked quietly.

"The night I was supposed to try to burn down Matt's house." He told her, his fingers running slowing up and down her arm. Frank, earnest, perhaps a bit blunt. He said it as a statement even through she knew it was something that hadn't been pleasant for him. Simon had never been very talkative, but he had been growing more so, the longer they were together. Now he had grown quiet again, through in a different way. Calm, and serious instead of shy. She wished she could blame the change on the time he had spent here, that she could explain it as being a sort of reversion because he was cut off from his friends, from her. She knew he had to have been hard. Being here for months. Not knowing whether he was going to find her again. Being thrust back into an old life he had hated, without the lifelines he had grown to rely on. If it was, then she knew she'd be able to fix it, in time.

But she remembered the way he spoke when she first met him as his future self, and now she could recognize that it was the weight of her death that had made him so somber, even when the younger her had been resting in his arms. She could only hope that once the reality of this second chance set in, he would get that spark back.

Reaching up she pulled herself even closer to him, resting her head on his chest and wrapping her arm around his waist. Touch had become a big part of the way they connected after she had gotten rid of her power. It been a big part before too, with his older self, but she had assumed that had had a lot to do with the fact he had been the only one who could touch her, and because he knew how much it meant to her. That was partially true she knew now. He had all but admitted it when he admitted he had been trying to get her to love him. But later, later for her at least, when they had gotten together, touch become the way comforted and communicated with each other. It was something they both needed and had never gotten enough of. Simon might not have had months without any kind of touch the way she had, but she was almost certain that before he had gotten community service, he had had years when his sister was the only person to ever to touch him with affection, rather than to bully or torment him.

Simon shifted slighted, planting a kiss on her forehead. They needed to talk more, about what had happened before she got here and about what they were planning on doing now. But right now, for the first time, they had plenty of time to do it. As long as someone new didn't try to kill them tomorrow.