So here is where the real story starts to pick up, so please review and let me know if it's worth continuing. Thanks peeps.

-2 Years Later-

"Crap crap crap!" Wyatt yelled, dropping out of the lifeboat with a painful crash. Rufus followed suit, swearing under his breath,

"Where's Emma?" Wyatt shouted at Jiya,

"Where's Lucy and Flynn?" Jiya questioned back. Wyatt slammed the desk but Jiya did not flinch, "And where's the mothership? What happened?"

"Emma's guys got us, but they wouldn't let us all go," Wyatt said through labored breaths, "They kept Flynn and Lucy, then took off with the mothership. Now, where are they?" Jiya sat down, shaking her head,

"You realize the lifeboat is in horrible condition, right? It's a miracle you made it back here at all," She finished typing and pressed enter,

"C'mon, Jiya, they could be hurt," Rufus urged, leaning against the lifeboat. Jiya searched the screen, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She shook her head and grabbed a smaller device,

"What are you doing?" Wyatt asked,

"Shh!" Jiya cut him off and finished typing. She rose from her seat and hopped in the time machine,

"This should take you right where the mothership went," Her voice echoed throughout the lifeboat. She plugged it in and hopped out,

"Like I said, the lifeboat isn't functioning right. I got the coordinates and it should take you to the right time, but I don't know what it is." The boys looked at each other, nodded, and climbed inside. Rufus popped his head out,

"Thank you, Jiya," He whispered before kissing her on the cheek. He sat back down and prepared for the jump.

"All I see are trees" Wyatt adjusted in his seat as he regained his composure lost in the rough landing,"lots and lots of trees"

He climbed out of the Lifeboat, crashing hard on the ground. He sat up slowly, pulling a stick from behind his ear,

"Rufus," Wyatt coughed, "we're in the woods".

Rufus slowly emerged, grunting with every movement.

"Okay, that doesn't help, given every single period of time has woods" Rufus snapped. They stood slowly and examined their surroundings,

"All right," Rufus breathed, "let's look on the bright side"

"What bright side," Wyatt snapped,

"We're not in the desert, or in the middle of a battle in World War II-" Wyatt shot Rufus a sharp stare,"or just forget I said anything"

They stood perplexed, unaware of what to do next. Emma had Flynn and Lucy, somewhere in this area at this time period,

"The lifeboat isn't functioning correctly," Rufus said while tinkering with a black device, "we don't know where-much less when-we are, just that this exact spot is where the mothership was last"

Wyatt took a few steps forward and continued to inspect his surroundings,"well we've gotta start by finding any sort of civilization-if that even exists when we are-"

"Shh" Rufus cut him off,

"What"

"Shh" Rufus turned his ear towards the trees, "I hear something",

After a few seconds, Wyatt heard it-shouting. Faint and distant, the sound barely broke through the trees. Rufus and Wyatt set off to follow the noise. They weaved through the forest until they found themselves at the edge of a cliff.

The view from the cliff was something neither of them expected to see. At first, it seemed like any average 21st century city block. Buildings, sidewalks, and storefronts. It wasn't until the initial shock wore off when the men truly saw it- It seemed as if everything, including the sky, was tainted grey. The buildings were crumbling, uninhabited floors where almost every other window in sight was shattered. Rubble lined the sidewalks, almost as if the buildings, one by one, were shedding their bricks. Everything was covered in a layer of dust, as if nobody had inhabited this block for years. Looking down, Wyatt and Rufus saw a figure bolting across their vision.

It was a girl. A teenager, she was weaving in and out of the cement rubble on the ground. The pale bag at her side bulged as she snuck panicked looks behind her.

"What's she running from?" Rufus asked, ducking behind a fallen tree,

"If I was a betting man," Wyatt whispered, "I'd say that gang of men chasing after her,"

As if on cue, 5 men twice her size came climbing over the rubble, swords and knives in hand. Their shouts echoed through the abandoned square, loud enough that the girl turned, staring at her pursuers. She reached under her purple, torn sweatshirt to pull a knife with a blade of what looked like almost 8 inches,

"Wyatt, what do we do?" Rufus hissed. Wyatt shook his head

"We can't interfere, what if she's meant to die?"

"Wyatt, look, do you remember learning about this in history? A city destroyed anywhere near modern times?" Rufus pointed at the rubble that was once a city,"Look at her clothes-they're modern, or modern enough. Wyatt, we're in the future"

Wyatt's mouth dropped in realization, he shook his head,

"Not possible…" He muttered,

"Yes possible! So what if we are meant to save her! What if she is the future president of this god-forsaken place!"

That was enough to set Wyatt off toward the square, where the girl was stumbling along, her pursuers gaining on her. Wyatt stumbled as well, struggling to find even footing over the mountains of unhinged rock. Just as he was descending the last few rocks, he saw a metal pipe protruding from the ground, just feet from where the girl was heading,

"She's gonna fall." Wyatt whispered to Rufus, "She's too scared, she's not going to see the pipe,"

Picking up speed, the two, as stealthy as possible, descended the hill in attempt to sneak up on the pursuers somehow.

She was breathing heavily, her vision fading with exhaustion, just a little more, she thought to herself, almost there. "YOU'RE DEAD, BITCH!" The men screamed behind her. She whipped her head around to see the 5 men closer than ever, she had a twenty-maybe thirty foot lead, not enough to make it where she needed to go. As she turned her head forward, she felt her foot catch on something on the ground, something hard. Pain surged through her ankle as she tumbled forward, rolling a few feet before coming to a painful halt.

"Mmmh ow," She grunted to herself, attempting to sit up on her elbows. Her hand shot to her head where she felt something wet on her forehead-blood. She opened her eyes, staring into the twisted face of the gang leader, Malcolm Red. His piercing blue eyes turned in anger, his chapped lips curled into a snarl,

"Well, well, well, look who we have here!" He stroked her face and motioned to his men. Two hands grasped each arm firmly, dragging her to her feet. Their hands stayed firmly on her upper arms,

"Emilia, why is it always you, huh?" Malcolm turned his back to her, facing his other three men, "I'm starting to feel she has a crush on me, huh boys?"

The men hollered in reply, causing Emilia to flinch, sending a wave of pain through her head,

"Aww is the little princess hurt?" Malcolm said, each word with more fire than the last. He grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her to the gravel, "Where's your Daddy to protect you?"

Emilia breathed heavily as Malcolm approached her, kneeling down to level with her bloody face,

"Is he gone?" He smiled, "He left you, didn't he? I saw him!" Malcolm grasped her chin, bringing her face uncomfortably close to his,

"And now I know," He smiled and brought his mouth to her ear, "You're all alone" He whispered, drawing back just so she could see his crooked smile, laughing. Emilia's hand crept to her waistband where her knife was concealed,

"It's too bad," Emilia whispered, "I don't need anyone else", Her hand shot from her waist, plunging the knife into Malcolm's leg. His scream shot through the square, causing the other 4 men to take up arms, lounging for Emilia,

"Wait!" Malcolm said through heavy breaths, "Don't kill her"

"What?" The man holding Emilia questioned,

"We're running out of Girls at our camp," Malcolm's smile reappeared, his hands dripping with his own blood, "I think sweet little Millie here will be a perfect addition," He limped his way to her, "I always like mine with a little fire in 'em"

Emilia struggled against the man holding her, just as she saw another man appear from behind a rock. The man held a gun in his hands, slowly approaching the gang from behind. He made eye contact with Emilia, placing a single finger on his lips. She squinted her eyes, not believing the face of the man before her. It wasn't him, though. It couldn't be.

"Well, Emilia," Malcolm grasped her chin, "I hope that pathetic loaf of bread was worth it-" Emilia spit in his face, he retaliated with a slap that sent her to the ground,

"Don't you ever-" Malcolm started,

"Oh shut up, asshole" A voice said from behind. The man with the gun stood confidently as the gang stared, baffled by the weapon,

"Where the hell did you get your hands on that?" Malcolm asked, mouth wide open. Before Malcolm could finish, Emilia swung her legs under him, sending him barreling to the ground. All hell broke loose as another man, a black man, joined in. Hands came over Emilia, ones she fought against, kicking and punching sending them to the ground. She stood tall, confident in her hand-to-hand combat skills. Using the opponent's size against them, she weaved in and out of their battles. Wyatt was yet to use the gun-he flipped his opponent, kicking him in the head to knock him out. Emilia was watching him with fascination when she felt two burly arms encircle her from behind. She fought against him, kicking back wherever she could,

"We'll find you," Malcolm's vicious voice whispered into her ear,"You can't escape from us, little rabbit-"

"Let her go!" Wyatt shouted, aiming the gun at them both. Malcolm laughed, his mouth uncomfortably close to her ear,

"You won't risk hitting her-" Malcolm barely got the first words out when Emilia kicked back his legs, sending him flipping over her body onto the ground. She sent blow after blow into his stomach. Rufus shouted for her to stop but she couldn't hear him-her rage fueling every kick she delivered. Wyatt pushed her aside, aiming the gun at Malcolm,

"Who are you?" Wyatt asked. Malcolm said nothing. He shot up-knocking Emilia to the ground when a blast went off. She could barely process the scene in front of her, Malcolm's limp body sprawled on the ground, blood slowly pooling underneath him.

It was quiet, the two men stood over Malcolm's body, their eyes wandering until they met Emilia's. Her face was dirty, caked in blood and mud. Her features were practically concealed because of this and Emilia couldn't have been more grateful. She lay there supported by her elbows, pain in almost every muscle.

Her eyes widened, she searched for her knife, only a few feet away.

"Wait," Rufus said, "I know you're scared but we aren't here to hurt you,"

She narrowed her eyes, inching back slightly,

"It's true," Wyatt insisted, "We saw them trying to hurt you, so we stopped them." he approached her slowly "I'm Wyatt, this is Rufus. We're here trying to find our friends." Emilia stared between the two, silent.

"Bad men, like these guys, they took them. Took them here and we think they are going to hurt them," Wyatt said, looking back at Rufus then to Emilia,"we aren't from around here, do you think you could help us?" Wyatt asked, offering his hand to help her up. Emilia thought silently, and slowly took his hand, hoisting her to her feet,

"I heard them say your name was Emilia," Wyatt said, rubbing his hands together, just now realizing the extreme cold. Emilia nodded,

"But everyone calls me Emmie" She said with her eyes to the ground,

"Well, Emmie," Wyatt said, hand outstretched, "Nice to meet you," Emmie smiled and shook his hand,

"Nice to meet you, too" Emmie whispered, shaking hands with Rufus as well, "Thank you for that," She gestured to the surrounding bodies, "I kinda had myself in a pickle"

Wyatt and Rufus chuckled,

"You can pay us back by helping us," Wyatt said,

"To get your friends back?" Emmie asked. Wyatt nodded,

"Like I said, we aren't from around here. We need to ask you some questions. As payback for saving you, you gotta help us and you can't ask us questions, okay?" Emmie nodded, "Emmie, weird questions. They won't make sense but please, help us." Emmie said,

"We should get moving, it's not safe to be out after dark."

"Why not?" Rufus asked. Emmie looked at him, perplexed,

"Like I said," Wyatt shrugged, "No questions."