Arc 2: Blurred Lines

Chapter 3: What is Fiction

The three of them had split off for a few hours to do whatever they wanted to do. Sam had made his way back to the main room of the bunker, opening his laptop and searching for what he needed to find. Dean was lying on his bed, still trying to reason with the fact that Angela had called pancakes the name of flatcakes.

As for Angela, she was in the garage looking over her Starfighter once again. It was not like it had changed in appearance from where she had crashed to the bunker. Yet, she found herself examining the ship again. She could not miss anything that could help her figure out how to fix it. It may even hold some clue as to how she even got to this weird, unknown world in the first place.

One hour later…

Sam had already pulled up the thing he needed on his laptop. He had done so nearly an hour ago. The rest of the time he had been rethinking over whether or not this was the right way to do it.

"Well, I'm ready when you are."

Sam looked over at Dean, shaking his head. "I'm still not sure this is the best way to do it."

"You worry too much. Besides, if we just tell her, she won't believe us. We have to show and tell."

"I guess." Sam made the video fullscreen. "You know where she is?"

"No. Haven't seen her since breakfast, thank God."

"You're still upset about the whole flatcake situation, aren't you?" He got up and went to find her.

"Of course I am!" He answered. "Flatcakes…" He then sat down at the table.

Sam left him to think upon that as he went to find Angela.

Angela had decided to look over the inside of the cockpit of her Starfighter. She sat in the pilot's seat, looking over the controls on the dashboard that was in front and to the sides of her. There was a nearly perfect circular indent in the front-left of the dash. She knew it had happened from her slamming her head violently against it while wearing her helmet.

Did this happen when I crashed or before it? She paused. I can't remember. I still can't remember anything right before crashing here. She picked up her helmet from the floor of the ship. The only damage she saw was some deep scratches near the forehead of the helmet. I can't believe this thing held up so well. Guess I should be glad it did or else it would have been over for me.

She got out of her fighter, making her way to the backside of it. It was where her custom-made hyperdrive was at. It had definitely been hit by something, since several major systems of its inside operations were totally missing, whether they were broken or blasted into oblivion. The amount of time to repair it, let alone find or remake certain parts of it, was going to be extensive.

Before Angela could think upon it any more, the sound of footsteps made her turn around to see Sam walking into the garage.

"Hey." He greeted, walking up to her. "Working on your ship?"

"More like looking it over." She answered. "It'll be awhile before it can travel hyperspace again." Angela shoved the thoughts of her ship aside. "What brings you in here?"

"Oh, just wondering if you're ready for us to explain the whole 'people calling you crazy or childish' when you tried to explain who you were and where you're from."

"Yes." Angela was ready to find out just how oblivious this planet was to everything she knew to be reality. "Ready when you two are."

Sam mentally cringed. I'm not sure if you are ready for this.

"Alright, let's head to the main room." Sam said as he and Angela walked out of the garage. "Oh, and if Dean seems a bit annoyed, don't worry about it."

"It wouldn't be about the flatcakes, would it?"

"Yeah. It's about the flatcakes."

"I won't bring it up then."

The moment had finally arrived. While Sam was unsure about how Angela would react to the news, Dean was not worried at all. Angela would take the news well, he thought. She was a freakin' Jedi, after all. She probably had lived through more mind-blowing, life changing experiences than what was going to happen.

Once Sam and Angela were into the room, Dean got up from his seat at the table. Sam was going to stumble in his wording at one point or another, since he was unsure on whether or not to go through this plan. Dean would be there to pick it up once he did.

"Angela, are you sure you're ready for this?" Sam thought he should ask again. "I mean, what we could show you, tell you…" He pushed through his hesitation. "It might be too much."

A soft chuckle slipped from her lips. "I've seen things that were definitely too much. They still hurt me, haunt me. But, I'm still here somehow and I deal with it every day."

Dean motioned to her. "See Sam? You've been worrying over nothing."

Sam was silent. No retort or comeback came to mind. He was still adamant that this was going to hurt her, one way or another. He pushed forward anyways.

"Alright. I'm just going to say it."

She waited silently.

"The reason that the people in the town acted the way they did towards you was because...because here…"

"Jedi aren't real." Dean finished what his brother had started to say.

Angela, who had cleared her mind to receive the answers she wished for, was perplexed at what she heard. Yet, she also found it to be so ridiculous that it was slightly funny. Like a bad joke.

"Jedi aren't real?" She repeated. "Let me guess. Sith aren't real either. Therefore, in retrospect, I'm not real."

"Ah. Well, you're real." Sam said. "You're real and that Sith you fought was real too, but here, Jedi, Sith, the Rebellion, the Empire, it's all made up."

Angela still took it as a rather well-acted ruse. However, like she had done with Dean earlier at breakfast, she got close to Sam and looked up into his hazel eyes. Sam backed away slightly like his brother had before, before she too pulled back. Her heart skipped a beat and she could feel the adrenaline race through her like an icy sting to her core.

He's…not lying. It's not a joke. I-I don't believe this. Not real… How? I must know how this is possible and why. I won't stop until I know it all.

"You're serious." Angela finally responded, a slight tremor woven into her voice. "Show me. Show me how here…it's all fiction."

Sam motioned for her to take the seat in front of the laptop on the table. She did so, with Sam and Dean sitting down on either side of her.

"What you are about to see is a movie. It's called Star Wars."

First, it was the opening crawl. Angela asked Sam to read it for her, which he did. Dean was going to ask why but realized that Angela could not read English. It only made sense, since she was from the Star Wars universe. She could speak it but the writing would be drastically different, like it was in the movies.

All of them watched the movie. It was mostly silent between them, except for Angela asking basic questions here and there and either Dean or Sam answering them to the best of their knowledge.

It was not long when the movie played the scene of Darth Vader entering onboard the Tantive IV. It stunned Angela. Darth Vader had died years ago. Luke had personally told her about it, when she asked him about it. Seeing Vader with her own eyes threw her off momentarily, which Sam noticed. As for Dean, he had the smile of a child looking at all the candy in a candy shop. That too confused Angela even more until she had to mentally tell herself that here, on whatever backwater world this was that it was just for…entertainment. A movie. A fictional play.

The movie continued. Each different scene, characters presented, events played out drove another sharp, reality-shattering spike into Angela's mind, affecting her thoughts and emotions. She was a volatile mixture and she knew it. Yet, she kept the emotions within her. A skill she had nearly perfected many years ago.

However, even she had her limits, and those limits were rapidly approaching. Seeing the actors portraying Leia, Han and Luke was one of the huge blows. The actors looked exactly like them, except Angela knew they were younger in the move than they were currently. She deduced that this movie was telling the destruction of the first Death Star, which had happened nearly ten years ago. Yet, these actors were portraying them with scary accuracy.

The next soul-crushing scene was the destruction of Alderaan. So many lives lost in an instant. A planet that was now dust among the stars. It left a scar on many beings from many worlds. Angela had heard about the news through her caregiver and it stuck with her throughout her childhood. Seeing this tragic event in a movie "based on fiction" rubbed her in a very wrong way. Yet, she kept on a straight face and kept her emotions in check.

That, however, was about to change with just one scene. That scene was Darth Vader killing Obi-Wan Kenobi. Kenobi was the one legend she had been told about growing up. His feats were unprecedented during the Clone Wars. He was a highly-skilled and well-honored Jedi Master before the rise of the Empire. Obi-Wan was one of the heroes she had learned about and looked up to in some of the ways of the Jedi. To see some unknown old man act like Kenobi, only to watch him be struck down by another actor in a Darth Vader suit, was intense for her. The fire of anger and the chills from shock were multiplied. Sure, she knew of Obi-Wan's death from Luke retelling his life's story, but to actually see it…

No. Enough!

With a single swat of her hand, she slammed Sam's laptop shut and quickly got up and left the table. Dean and Sam quickly followed behind her, trying to get her to talk to them.

"Angela, hold up." Dean said.

"Ang, wait." Sam pleaded.

She didn't give them so much as a glance as she walked all the way to her room, closing and locking the door behind her. The boys kept on calling out to her, which eventually gave them a verbal response from her.

"Leave me be." Her muffled voice replied behind the door. "I…need some time to think about this. All of this."

The brothers looked at each other before walking a bit from the door. They didn't want Angela to overhear them.

"Damn it!" Sam kept his voice down low. "I shouldn't have showed her the movie."

"No." Dean corrected. "We shouldn't have been so blunt. And I should have known better. I thought that she would take it better than she did."

"There's got to be some way to fix this."

"Yeah. Time will help too. Let's give her the space she wants. We'll check up on her in a few hours, and hopefully, we can work this out somehow."

Sam at first did not want to do it. He wanted to apologize and make things right with Angela now. However, he knew Dean was right. They both had been in situations where they just needed to be by themselves for a while. He would let Angela have solitude as well.

"Alright." Sam said. "Let's come back later."