AN: Hi guys! Whelp, I just finished the second season, so now I get to try and figure out how to add Andy, lol. Here's the first chapter. I'm going to try to upload once every five-seven days. Let me know what you think and enjoy!

Chapter One

Five seethed as he walked down the street, cursing Diego for his stupidity. How did the idiot think saving JFK could be the most important thing? Didn't he realize that the world was going to burn?

Moron.

As he trudged down the sidewalk, mind reeling with what to do next, he happened to glance to the side. Posters had been plastered across a random wall, posters that announced a dozen different things. Some had been worn away by weather, some torn down, but a few caught his eye.

Front and center, with print brighter than everything around it, were a few posters advertising a circus show. But it was who he saw on one of them that made his brows rise.

"Andorra," he mumbled to himself.

The poster was large enough to be read from across the street, bold print stating that they were a traveling circus with animals and tight-rope walkers. Andy stood in the center of her poster, posing as though she were a showgirl with a hand on her hip and one in the air, her outfit sparkling blue. The print stated that she was a mystical nymph from the deepest seas. Given her ability, he assumed her act had something to do with water, but he was amazed the idiots in 1963 didn't try to burn her as a witch.

Five reached up and tore the poster down. He noted the time of the show at the bottom and decided he would try to recruit her next.

The circus had been set up just outside downtown Dallas on a wide patch of open acreage. He had to admit that he liked the stereotypical striped tent.

People walked through the area, marveling over the animals in the ridiculously small cages, and the 'freaks' performing small stunts. The Strong Man and Bearded Woman had a nice-sized crowd, but Five's focus turned to the tent. He glanced at the time on the poster once more. The show was about to begin.

Without bothering to buy a ticket, Five phased into the tent and ducked into the shadows. It was easy given how dark the damn thing was.

Hoses showered water into a shallow pool ready to catch it. Within seconds, it seemed filled a couple of inches at least.

The lights dimmed while two blue spotlights ignited, the beams shooting into the air and causing the 'rain drops' to glow. It cast an ethereal feeling over the entire event.

Somewhere in the distance, music played. The volume started low, but increased until it reached a leveled tone. A figure in shadow emerged, standing between the beams and in the 'rain'. It walked into the pool with delicate steps until it reached the center.

The music shifted and became less melodic, and more orchestral. As multiple instruments joined in, the figure began to dance. It moved in an 'almost' ballet, not technical in execution, but light and fluid.

Five leaned against the railing and watched as Andy glided through the rain, her limbs long and her steps precise. It was beautifully hypnotic, even more so when the water began to respond. When she would spin, the water would follow suit, circling around her until the spin ended, then it'd fall to the pool. When she would extend her arms and wave them through the air in wide sweeps, the droplets would follow. They went against gravity, guided by her.

If Andy dragged her pointed toe through the pool whenever she spun, an unnaturally tall wake trailed behind it.

Andy was in control of every aspect of the show, of every muscle in her body and droplet of water that surrounded her. Five might not have known the young woman well, but he was old enough to appreciate someone who'd mastered their skill. He briefly wondered what the audience must think. Surely they don't know she's physically controlling the water to add to the haunting atmosphere.

The show proceeded for nearly ten minutes before coming to an end. When it had, she bowed to the audience, who rightly applauded her efforts, and then exited her stage. Five pushed himself away from the railing and wove through the crowd to get to her.

When he finally found Andy, she had dipped into her dressing room. He immediately phased through the door and appeared behind her. Andy spun, apparently sensing someone else, and Five instantly turned his back. She'd been in the middle of undressing when he'd appeared.

"Five?"

He dared a glance over his shoulder and spotted her tugging a t-shirt on. Feeling it was safe, he gave her his attention. Five forced an awkward smile in greeting. He wasn't very good at pretending to be happy to see people in spite of being nearly sixty years old.

"Hello, Andorra."

Her gaze danced over him briefly. "Have a hard-on for that uniform or something?"

He scowled. "Not exactly." His voice was sharp, but she shouldn't have been surprised. "I just got here."

She arched a brow, her expression becoming decidedly colder than before. "Well, congratulations to you. Since you're here, I'm guessing the others are, too?"

"I'm not really sure. I think so." He thought back to the pictures, but didn't want to mention them since it'd become clear that they'd appeared at random times and he couldn't guarantee the others were still alive and well. "I've only talked to Diego, though."

"That's nice," she said, not even bothering to pretend to sound interested.

He scowled again. "I need your help."

Andy continued to gather her things, preparing to leave. "What happened now? Or, what's going to happen?"

His glare deepened. He didn't appreciate how flippant she was about the whole ordeal.

"The apocalypse."

"Of course it is." She shoved the last of her things into her bag and turned to face him. Her expression was devoid of emotion. "Good luck then."

And with that, she stepped around him and to the door.

"Whoa, hey." He grasped her arm and held tight. Andy arched a warning brow, but he didn't bother heeding it. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Well, right now, I plan to get some food. And then, day after tomorrow, the show's heading to Austin and then onto a few shows in Louisiana."

"I don't think so. The world ends in ten days."

She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth. "Yeah, that's not going to work for me. My week's booked. Sorry."

Andy tried to leave once more, but Five phased into her path and stopped her. His patience had grown transparently thin.

"Get out of my way, Five."

"Are you kidding me? I tell you the world's going to end and you just walk away?"

"Is it another meteor?"

"Nuclear Armageddon."

"Well, I'm certain that'll be terrible for you breathers, but darling, I can live underwater." Her expression became cold once more. "Let the world burn. I want no part of it."

Andy shoved her way past him once more and Five couldn't bring himself to stop her a third time. His mind reeled. What could have happened for her to suddenly become so hateful? According to Elliot, Andy had landed first, but surely she hadn't been through anything terrible in the last few years, right?

She rode in the taxi, still thinking about her run-in with Five. The joy she'd felt at knowing she wasn't the only one to survive the jump dwindled quickly with the realization that in spite of everyone making it, she'd still spent four years alone.

Her mind drifted back to the moment she'd arrived in Dallas four years prior.

Then:

She struggled to catch her breath. Andy had fallen on her back, hard. Her head bounced off the concrete leaving her too dazed to notice anything beyond the swirling blue vortex up above. She choked on her words, trying her best to cry out for the others, but unable to before the time-slip faded.

Andy shot to her feet. The blood drained from her head and she stumbled, catching herself against the wall. In her mind, she screamed the others names, but the words never escaped her lips.

The tears came shortly after.

Through bleary eyes, Andy did her best to try and identify where the hell she'd landed. It appeared to be an alley and the sun was out. That's the best she could do.

Holding tight to the wall, Andy staggered to the mouth of the alley and what she saw caused her mind to reset. It was as though she'd stepped into an ad from decades ago. Classic cars lined the street, men wore hats, women wore dresses, and the storefronts were something out of small-town Middle America.

She drew the eye of the people she passed. She didn't care. Andy found it hard to focus on anything other than the sharp pain at the back of her head and how uncomfortably dry the air was. As her headache intensified, Andy couldn't help but touch the throb. She immediately hissed in pain and when she drew her hand back, crimson graced her fingertips.

"Oh, shit,"

Whether it'd been the sight of blood or the head injury combined with the dry air, Andy began to tremble and her vision blurred. She was about to pass out.

"Miss," a woman's voice said, drawing Andy's gaze. "Honey, you okay?"

"Wh… where am I?" The image of the stranger turned fuzzy.

"Sweetie, are you askin' what town you're in?"

Andy nodded as best she could.

"Why, you're in Dallas."

"I'm in Tex… Texas?"

Andy's vision continued to darken and when the stranger spoke, her voice disappeared into a ringing sound.

She tried to speak once more, but before she had the chance, the world went black.

When Andy awoke, she was surrounded by medical equipment. It didn't take her long to recognize that she'd been taken to a hospital. She shifted in her bed and felt an immediate tug. A glance told her that she'd been hooked up to an IV.

So that's why I feel better.

Unwilling to remain, Andy threw the blanket off her legs, tugged the needle from her arm and left. She found it hard to focus, too overwhelmed by her surroundings. Nothing looked right, not the nurse's uniforms to the equipment she saw in passing. It was old, really old.

No one paid her much attention, which allowed her to slip through the convoluted floor plan. As she reached the main floor and headed toward the door, something strange caught her eye. The Nurse's Station was set up along a nearby wall and on top of that desk sat a calendar. It had been one of those made of wooden blocks that could be turned around to present the date. It was the date that stopped her dead in her tracks: 5/13/59.