"So, we're really a TV show huh?" 'Grif' Stated in shock.

I had to admit, for crazy people who kidnapped me in my sleep, they're good actors. That or they're just that crazy.

"Okay so we know how you know about us. But how did you get here? And why haven't we heard of this show before?" 'Washington's' interrogating voice asked.

I wasn't sure myself. I don't remember going to bed in fact, the only thing i do remember is that dream, that dream where the world ended. Wait, didn't i, Didn't i record it in my dream? Good God this has got to be the stupidest paranoidest thing I've ever done. "Hey, could you bring me my phone and go to the camera?" I asked quietly.

"First answer my question."

"Please, just bring me my phone. I need, i need to see something." I don't know why, but that dream was so vivid. And it felt so real. The pain of it, in my heart. Feels too real. I looked directly into the visor of 'Wash'. Feeling this time, Real tears filling my eyes.

He sighed but nodded. Motioning to 'Sarge' who was with the others still watching episodes of RVB in shock.

They brought my phone up to me an accessed camera. I saw the bottom square gallery icon. "Click that. Please." I whispered. It was a video... And it looked. It looked like the night sky with shooting stars.

As they clicked it, it began to play. I heard my voice.

"Nat, what was that? You keep cutting out."

"Sai, there's a second asteroid! It hit the first and changed its course. *static* you."

"Wait, changed its course? How? Nat?"

"*static* Sabrina, I love you *static* *beep*

I let out a sob. It was real it was all, real.

Everyone around me looked confused as i started crying. I shook my head and turned away from the phone.

"What did she mean?" I heard myself ask on the recording.

I started crying harder, not being able to breathe. It was all real. All of it. And they're gone. EVERYONE'S GONE. I dimly heard the recording still playing, the others watching it for some clue as to why i was crying.

But i don't understand. I died. I DIED. How am i here? Because this is NOT Heaven. At all. Nat would be here if it was.

"No god, please no." *Screaming* *crash**static* Nothing.

At this point i didn't care that i wasn't alone in the room. I just found out that THE EARTH, And everyone i love. Is gone. Well, granted i hate people. And well, i only actually cared about Natasha. OK let me rephrase that sentence, i didn't care that i wasn't alone in the room, i just found out NAT was dead. There, fuck the rest i don't give a damn about them.

I felt hands untying my wrists. I look up from my wallowing in sadness to see 'Washington'. Well actually, he might really be Washington. The hell if i know. Everyone is dead.

Washington untied my wrists, as i moved my hands in front of me, revelling in my expanded motion again he lifted me up and. Hugged me.

It was a bit awkward to be honest, he probably had to hold back as the armor would quickly go out of control and crush me, and i was pressed against hard metal. But the sentiment was nice.

I tucked my head into the crook of his arm, sobbing profusely. I felt his hand rub soothing circles on my back.

"What did i just watch?"asked Grif in shock. I looked up from my hug with Wash. "You just watched the end of my world."

I groan and lay back in a patch of sunshine. It's been three days. Three days since, well everyone seems to have decided that i was snatched out of time by the ship crashing. But then again, according to their logic, they thought they were in the future after the church bomb went off. So I'm not going with their assessment.

I've officially been deemed, a harmless civilian, and am free to wander about the canyon however. Though I'm stuck wearing my extremely revealing pajamas because according to Washington I'm a civilian and Civilians are forbidden to wear Armor. Or some crap like that. I also came to discover that it's also not the year 2016 anymore, heheh nope. Here, it's 2558. Yeah, also the asteroid that destroyed earth? In this universe it sailed right by without a problem.

"No I'm just going to ask her opinion." I look up to see Grif and The maroon nerd heading my way. Grif was out of his armor, he generally takes every chance he can get to not wear that stuff.

He wasn't fat like everyone makes him out to be. Sure he wasn't a slim Jim either, he was well rounded in terms of musculature but he had layers on top of that. His overall skin tone was dark, but he had patches of lighter, creamier colored skin. Probably from when Sarge replaced most of his internal organs and body parts.

He had thick lips, and rather well boned cheeks. His hair was Dark brown and kinda shaggy, his eyes were a soft baby blue.

"What's going on guys?" I ask lazily. "Well Simmons here says 'Both'. While I say 'Bolth. How do you say it?" I roll my eyes. Remembering an episode with this argument. "Personally i say Both. But i mean think about it like this. Do you say that you , Have to do something. Or you Half to do something?" I smirk knowing full well i just started them both off on another argument. I laugh as Grif shouts "half", while Simmons, "Have!" And they walk off arguing with each other.

I heard the crunch of dead grass behind me, and turned to see Washington. "Hey stranger." I greeted with a smile. I heard a quiet chuckle as he sat down.

"Hey Sabrina, how are you doing?" He asked. I shrugged. "You know you probably just started them both on an argument that could last days." He mused thoughtfully. I smirked stretching my arms into the air before laying back down. Knees bent. "Yeah i know. But at least they won't be bothering me." "Gosh you're so evil." He teased. I lifted my hands and did spooky fingers.

I heard a sound and turned to see he was now laying beside me, copying my position. "Whatcha doing there buddy?" I asked shutting my eyes, face turned towards the sky. "I just, i wanted to talk to you. I haven't had a chance to really apologize." I rolled my eyes underneath my shut eyelids. "Oh yeah?" I said, humoring him.

"Sabrina, I shouldn't have hit you. I understand now you were disoriented, and confused, and you probably thought we had just kidnapped you after what you had thought was just a crazy dream. I should have thought my actions out more. I'm sorry." I dramatically sighed, "Gee Wash, i don't know if. If i can accept your apology I've been hurt by you, nothing will ever be the same again." I was talking shit straight from my ass. Just screwing with the Ex freelancer more.

He groaned and pushed my shoulder making me chuckle. "Alright alright, it's OK Wash. I was kinda being difficult. And that's generally expected of you anyway. Big paranoid Ex Freelnacer David Washington."

I could hear him rolling over in the grass to look at me, i could even hear the smack of his lips as he opened them to ask me a question. "You're from a TV show, remember." I said before he could. "Oh right. Yeah sorry, just could you not call me David? No offense just, it's weird. I haven't been called that since before freelancer." I shrug "sure thing David. I will make absolutely sure to not call you David at all David."

I grinned cheekily at him making him groan and lean up. I leaned forwards as well. Propped on my hands. "You know Wash. Something they've never shown on the show. Your face." I mused quietly, hinting that i wanted him to take his helmet off.

"Really? They haven't? Huh?" He wondered. I stared at his visor expectantly for a moment longer. He was silent until i guess he realized what i was hinting at. "Oh, you want me to. OK." I giggled lightly.

He brought his hands up to his helmet twisting off the air tight lock on it, before lifting it over his head.

"Holy shit." I whispered. He gave me a quizzical look. "What? Not what you expected?" He asked sheepishly.

His hair was Dirty Blonde, and kinda ruffled from his helmet. His face was masculine and sculpted, well shaven. His lips were the perfect ratio of plump for a man. And his eyes. God Damn those eyes. They were sharp, and a deep stormy Blue. I could just, stare into those all day.

I shook my head 'no' to his question. He lifted an eyebrow in confusion. "Um what do you think?" I was struggling not to let my jaw gape at him. "I think you're a fucking gift from god! How are you this attractive. That is not OK, i call bullshit."

He looked taken back. "What? You think I'm, attractive?" He asked, seemingly shocked. I nodded, letting my eyes just eat him up. He blushed red at this. "Um well then, thanks."

We sat in silence for a bit longer before he turned to me, "so, Washington Lemon X reader huh?" Now it was my turn to blush. "Eheheheh, yeah. About that." He chuckled and patted my back before standing up. Though as he did he crouched beside me and whispered in my ear.

"It's fine, i think your a sexy gift from god too." Before walking away.

Leaving me sitting there shocked and bright red.