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Her legs were cold. Not to mention pale. She never had been able to catch a tan; her skin would either burn or turn freckly, much to her annoyance.

She was wearing a skirt. It was to the surprise of everyone that she actually owned one. It was just a shame that it didn't really fit. It wasn't that it was too small for her hips. On the contrary, it sat rather snugly on her. Instead, it was on the short side. She would have worn something else, but the skirt and the waistcoat that covered the lacy white blouse she wore, were the only things she had in her wardrobe that were black and therefore funeral appropriate. She had taken one look at herself in the mirror that morning when she had donned the outfit, and decided it would be disrespectful to wear something that was only three inches lower than her underwear. But, it wasn't as if that day was about her. It was about Nathan, and she was sure the Irish twat would have been more than a little appreciative of the view she provided, even if she found it hideous herself.

Simon had had to hold her hand to prevent her from making sure it was tucked into her knickers every five seconds. Curtis having to make sure she constantly had her other arm linked with his. She was more than a little grateful for this since she was wearing a pair of four inch heals too. She had dreaded the moment she would have to slip them on, but again, she had nothing else to make her look presentable.

But none of these were the main problems at that moment in time. It was really the fact that the five of them were currently sat in a night club sat around a table, none of them talking, none of them really looking at each other. They stuck out like sore thumbs. She was sure of it. They were surrounded by happy, drunk, loved up adolescents who knew nothing of the pain she or any of her friends were currently feeling. They simply danced, drank, snogged or like one couple they had passed upon entering were practically shagging against a wall. It didn't help that everyone around them were dressed up in their colourful outfits. Elsie felt as if she had stepped into a black and white movie.

A movement caught her eye and she looked up from the heel of her shoe to Simon who had raised his drink in a toasting motion.

"To Nathan." He broke the silence that had descended upon the five of them as soon as they had got themselves as comfortable as they could get on their sticky seats.

One by one, they picked up their drinks, and held it against Simon's joining in the 'celebration' they were holding for Nathan.

"Prick." Curtis added as he tapped his drink against the others. A hint of a smile played on Elsie's lips at his words, but it didn't last very long as they all moved their arms back to take a drink.

They descended back to silence again and Elsie once more began to fiddle with her skirt in a futile attempt to make it longer.

"I'm gonna go." Kelly spoke up, breaking the silence again.

"Stay for another drink." Alisha insisted, but the look on her face showed she didn't hold much hope of that happening.

"I'll see you Monday." With that she got up and left. Elsie wanted to get up and follow after her, to make sure she was alright. But she knew Kelly probably didn't want to be bothered at that moment. Elsie had been the same after her Gran had died. There were still times when she got like that.

At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to return home, take off the boring clothes she wore, relieve herself of the heels that she was sure were giving her a blister, slip an oversized shirt on and climb into her Grandmother's bed.

She stood from her seat, the eyes of the other three moved to watch her intently as she fiddled with her skirt at the back.

"I think I'm gonna head home too. Get out of this outfit." She tucked her hair behind her ear, she had had it lose all day and she couldn't wait to find a hair band and tie it back.

"You want me to walk you home?" Curtis offered. She shook her head, her hair coming lose again with the action.

"I'll be ok. Thank you." She drained the drink from her bottle. "I'll text you yeah?" The others had barely nodded before she was already trying to push her way through the crowd to the exit. It was a struggle. The motion of gyrating bodies caused her to bump into practically everyone. She didn't bother to apologise as she normally would have, none of them appeared to be listening anyway.

She turned her head when a hand landed on her waist, preventing her from moving any further. A guy, sweaty and clearly more than a little drunk was now moving his head closer to her ear so he could speak to her.

"Fancy a dance love?" He slurred to her, the stench of alcohol overpowering her senses caused her to scrunch her nose in distaste. Normally she wouldn't have minded some guy coming on to her, would have informed him politely that she was already with her 'boyfriend' and was searching for him, laughed the encounter off as she moved away. But tonight, she was not in the mood.

"No thanks." She shouted back and attempted to move away, but his grip only became tighter.

"One dance." He shouted to her. "One drink. Come on." She pushed his arm away from her and shook her head.

"I said no." She began to edge away when someone gently took hold of her hand. She looked over her shoulder to snap at the guy. "What part of no don't-." But she quickly shut her mouth when she realised it was Simon that was holding her hand. But he wasn't looking at her; he was busy looking at the guy that had grabbed hold of her, no doubt sending him one of his stares.

Elsie was a little surprised when Simon interlocked their fingers, looking away and hastily moving them towards the exit.

Instant relief hit her as she met the fresh air of the outside world. "You didn't have to do that."

"You're my friend. I wasn't going to let him hurt you."

"Thank you" He nodded and squeezed her hand.

"Will you be ok getting home? I need to find Kelly."

"I should be. If I start wobbling, I'll just go bare foot." She tried to laugh but it escaped her mouth as a weak sigh. He hesitated, and she could see the uncertainty in his eyes. "Look, I've got my phone in my bra, if there's trouble, I'll call you." She noticed the faint blush that spread over his cheeks as he looked down to her chest and then the floor at the mention of her bra. But she didn't mind. "I'll see you Monday?" It was her turn to squeeze his hand to get him to look her in the face again.

"Text me when you get home." It wasn't a request, it was an order. As he began to move away from her, letting his hand slip away, she suddenly felt a wave of emotion. But she didn't want him to see her crying. She nodded and began to walk in the other direction to the one she knew Kelly would have gone in.

She didn't look back as her heels clicked away on the concrete and the warm tears began to form. She shivered and wished she had bought a jacket with her. She could have tied it around her waist, hidden a little more of her legs. Damn her stupidity.

She could hear footsteps behind her, and an ominous feeling took over the sadness she felt. She wiped away the tears that had fallen with the sleeve of her blouse and hurried her pace. Nervousness flushed through her when the footsteps began to match her pace.

'Please don't let me stumble. Please don't let me stumble.' She began to chant in her head, not realising the footsteps behind her were gaining. She had made the fatal mistake of zoning out and she only realised this when a considerably rougher hand than Simon's caught her wrist pulling her backwards into a wall that was actually a chest.

"I don't take kindly to people saying no to me." The same voice from the club spoke as she attempted to push her hands against any part of him to try to shove him away. "So we're going to try this again. And when I ask you a question, I expect a 'yes'. We clear?" But he gave her no chance to answer. "Would you like to come down this alley with me?" He had lowered his head again to whisper in her ear, sending goose bumps of the creepy sort to coat her skin.

Without hesitating, she turned and lifted her knee, fast, making contact with the part that would hurt the most, his grip on her arms vanished as he covered his crotch with his hands and she took her chance. She ran past him back the way she had come in the hopes that she could find Curtis. She could fight when she needed to, but her friend had a lot more muscle than her, he would cause more damage.

But her hopes vanished the instant a pair of hands lifted her from the ground and squeezed rather too tightly, breathing was becoming difficult.

"Did I not tell you what happens to the ladies that say no to me?" He started to walk them backwards as she desperately tried to elbow him. It didn't matter and neither did she care where she aimed for, as long as she caused some damage. "They-." His hold on her was still tight, but it relaxed ever so slightly when he stopped talking. "Who the fuck are you?" She looked up through her curtain of hair to see someone standing feet away from them, dressed head to toe in black, a mask covering his face, a hood hiding the top of his head. For a moment, Elsie stopped fighting to take in the guy before her. The only skin that he was showing was his hands. From her position they looked as if they offered comfort. She was startled out of her surprise when the guy behind her spoke up again. "This is nothing to concern yourself with, my girlfriend and I just want some alone time that's all." His tone was almost believing. Almost.

With his grip eased, she took her chance; she lifted her arm and elbowed the guy right in the nose. She heard a sickening crack and felt a spurt of something she knew to be blood hit the back of her head. But it had worked. She was released from his grip and she moved instantly. The stranger before her held his hand out to her, without question, she took it and the pair began to run, to where she wasn't sure seeing as he was the one leading her. But eventually, he directed her towards a building she had never seen before.

Still with her hand in his, he made her follow into a lift that slowly descended and opened into what appeared to be a wreck of a room. The lights flickered and she was thankful at that moment that she didn't suffer with epilepsy.

"What is this place?" She stepped forward slowly, letting the hand still held in hers to drop as the owner stayed where they were, apparently watching her as she moved. She should have been worried about a second attempt to have something nasty done to her, but she felt oddly peaceful. She received no answer as she spun slowly to look at the rest of the place. An overgrown weed was hanging from the ceiling and she was fairly certain there was a leak somewhere. But these things were not what caught her attention. Instead, mask now removed from the face that watched her from the lift, a wide smile stretched his lips as he took her in.

"You told me I'd see you soon, but I didn't realise you meant this soon." He chuckled.

"What the fuck? Haven't I just left you? How did you change clothes so quickly?" She moved towards him now, closing the gap between them quickly. "Have you...have you gained muscle in the last five minutes?" She poked his arm and felt a difference. "Holy shit you have as well." She looked back to his face and began to study him. He looked exactly like the Simon she knew and loved like a brother. But something was telling her this wasn't him. Her eyes turned to his and she found that they were the only thing that appeared different. The Simon she had just left, his eyes always seemed more guarded, sad and dare she say a little dull, but the pair belonging to the Simon before her twinkled. Though with what she wasn't sure.

Before she could utter another word, Simon gathered her in his arms and held her tightly against his body. "It's a long story." He whispered to her. Slowly, she inched her arms around his neck, returning his embrace and becoming more concerned with every second that passed.

"I'm sure I have time." She glanced up at the flashing ceiling again. "What's wrong? What is this place?"

He released her from his embrace, but held her arms to keep her close.

"I'm going to make a girl fall in love with me."

"Ok. But that didn't really answer any of my questions."

"No. But it's the best place to start. I'm not the Simon you've just left." Now she was becoming confused. "I'm from the future."

"The future?" She all but scoffed.

He nodded. "It's a power." In her sadness of Nathan's passing, she had forgotten all about the bloody storm and all the trouble it had caused.

"But I thought your power was invisibility?"

"It was. But that's not the story I'm telling, you'll know soon enough."

"So, you've come back from the future to make a girl fall in love with you? Who?" He had opened his mouth to answer but she spoke before he could utter a word. "Is it Alisha?"

"What makes you think that?"

"It's not Kelly. She fancies Nathan and he fancies...well...fancied her. It won't be me. You're like a brother to me and I'm guessing I'm like a sister to you. And as far as I'm aware, you don't know any other girls, unless that changes in the future?" But just thinking about the possibilities of his time travelling was making her head spin.

"It might be Alisha." He settled for replying.

"So it's Alisha then. When are you going back?" Here, his smile fell.

"I'm not. I can't."

"It's a one way thing?" She asked sadly, to which he nodded. "So then there are two Simon's in the future?" Her forehead creased in concentration as she tried to picture it. "Does one of you die?" She couldn't help it; she gasped.

"That's not important right now."

"But-"

"It's not important." He insisted, gently moving his hands to her shoulders and spinning her around so she was no longer looking at him, but instead the dank and depressing room. "I need your help."

"With?" Simon had never been one to make her feel like a child, but at that moment she realised there really was a first time for everything.

"This." He motioned his hand to the room before her.

"Have the whole building bulldozed." She suggested as if it should have been obvious.

"I need your help to make this place liveable." He ignored her comment. "I've seen it. It is possible."

It was only then that she began to really think about what she could do with the room. "You know I'm not an interior designer."

"You don't have to be. I already have furniture and everything I need. Just your help with the lights will do...and maybe the fridge...and the clocks."

"The clocks?"

"If you could fix the lights, then I'll show you the clocks, or at least what to do with them."

She moved towards the nearest wall, placed her palms against the cool surface (feeling thoroughly silly as she did it) and imagined the lights in the ceiling working instead of flickering angrily. Not a moment later her power had worked, and she could hear the ever so faint humming of the bulbs above them. She often wondered if she should be able to hear them at all. But always forgot to ask the others if it was just her.

"Where's the fridge?" He moved away and indicated with his hand for her to follow. She did so and was bought to a stop in front of possibly one of the biggest fridges she had ever laid eyes on. She repeated her actions and within seconds, the fridge had begun its own song of a low hum.

"What about clocks?" She turned to find him watching her intently as if studying her for the last time.

"Back over here." He led her back to a wall that was currently blank. All apart from the rectangular boxes that were dotted here and there. How she had not noticed them earlier was a mystery to her.

"You want this many clocks?" He shook his head with a smile.

"I want them counting down."

"Counting down?" She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. "To what?" The smile instantly faded from his face.

"It's not important."

"But-"

"You'll find out soon enough."

"What time should I start them from?" She asked hesitantly. His smile returned briefly before he pointed to the first void rectangle and answered her question. They continued until they were no longer black and daunting. The result however, casted a strange glow that gave the wall a haunted look. Elsie was just thankful the overhead lights were on, or else she would have found the whole place creepy.

"You're cold."

"It's not exactly a sauna in here and you may not have noticed, but I'm not wearing much." Her tirade was stopped short when she felt something wrap around her shoulders. "You don't have to-"

"I want to."

"This place is sort of like in Batman isn't it? His underground lair." His smile became all the bigger at her words. "What?"

"You'll find out soon enough." He answered again. He began to study her face once more. To shake off the awkwardness and questions she could feel rushing to the forefront of her mind, she slipped her arms through the sleeves and moved over towards a mattress that looked rather depressing without the covers on. But the mattress was not completely devoid of objects.

"What are these?" She all but jumped onto the bed, crossing her legs (something she regretted instantly as the heels dug into her skin) as she landed and picked up the slips of paper that she now realised were photographs. But her curiosity only increased when she looked back into the eyes of herself, sitting next to a guy she didn't recognise who was giving her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "Who's this guy?" Her voice had become somewhat panicked as she turned the photo to Simon.

"You'll find out-"

"DON'T. Give me that 'you'll find out soon enough' bollocks you don't have to answer any of my questions if you just tell me who this is." He sighed and moved towards the bed to sit in front of her.

"I can't tell you his name. You learn it when you eventually meet him."

"But are we dating? He's kissing my cheek and it doesn't look like I mind very much."

"No. Not when I left. But everyone thinks you should be. I wouldn't be surprised if you end up marrying him to be honest. Marrying him or murdering him anyway." She giggled and picked up the other picture. She couldn't help the snort that escaped her throat at his expression. His left eye only half open whilst the other completely shut. He looked rather pleased with himself, or as if he'd just woken up...Or as if he was rather drunk. His checkered shirt, or what she could see of it, was all buttoned up. But that didn't mean he hadn't just had sex. Yeah, if she had to make a guess, she would say his expression showed satisfaction of the sexual kind.

"I don't think he's really the marrying kind. I don't think I am either." Her phone bleeped at her from the inside of her bra. She retrieved it to discover she had rather a few missed calls and texts from Simon. How odd. She thought to herself. Here I am talking to Simon, when I have another Simon texting me from his actual home.

"I'm worried about you." The Simon before her stated, Elsie instantly knew he knew what was happening.

"I should go." She held the photos out to Simon and made to take the hoodie off.

"Keep them. All of them."

"I can't."

"You can. And you will. You can also stay here if you like."

She looked around the room again before she eyed the bed and its lack of covers.

"Have you got a quilt?" But he only answered with silence. "I didn't think so. Why don't you stay at mine? We can sleep on the settee and you can tell me everything that you can. I think I even have a spare quilt you can bring back with you if you like?" She noticed his hesitation and continued. "There would also be the added bonus of no weeds hanging from the ceiling. Plus, that dickhead's blood has dried in my hair. I'd really like to get rid of it and out of these clothes." She shrugged her shoulders and hoped the puppy dog eyes she was giving him would work.

"Let me get out of this gear first then."

"You mean your costume?" She called after him as he moved towards the other side of the room. He spared her a glance over his shoulder, he was smiling. That much was obvious.

She looked down at the photos in her hands again. Marrying him. How ridiculous. She thought to herself and tucked her hands into her pockets, hiding the items from her view.