A/N: Thank you soooo much for all the (mostly positive) reviews you guys gave me! For those of you who asked, no Bramblepool is not Brambleclaw and Leafpool. Bramblepool got it from the warrior cat name generator. Although, both Bramblepool and our friend SmartGirl are big Warriors fans. Me, not so much. Also, Bramblepool has forbidden me from giving Bethany and Regina nicknames for fear of confusing the readers, so I apologize that I have to call them Bethany and Regina all the time. Luckily, this is the last chapter where they will be referred to as Bethany and Regina and their names will be shortened by chapter three (or…at least, Regina's will….you'll see). Once again, I am so glad that you liked this story and I hope you continue to like it. Please review! If I can get to fifteen reviews (I currently have seven) I'll update quickly.

Disclaimer: I do not own Leviathan or any random references I may make. All rights go to Scott Westerfeld and the owners of each reference.

Note that I forgot: Koscheri is a reference to a name for the Master (Whovians will get that) that I read in a fanfiction once. It's not supposed to be Japanese, especially because the person it's based on is Spanish. Sorry if that was confusing.

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Chapter Two

"What did that strange person, or being, or…alien….thing, mean by 'grab any essentials you may need'?" ranted Bethany as she climbed down the stairs from her bedroom. "And isn't that kinda redundant? Aren't all essentials needed? I mean, seriously, people! Do your grammar homework!"

Next door to her house was a four-story neon orange shed (the Richardsons live well) where Bethany's vacation necessities were kept. That was where she planned to find 1914 Europeish clothes. However, when she arrived, Bethany found that the door was most stupidly, irritatingly, annoyingly locked.

"Awww, stupid modern security!" she complained.

Bethany looked up and saw that her mother had left the second floor winter-only room's window open. So she turned around and in 30 seconds flat, she had scaled the tall oak tree in the front yard and leapt through the open window, just barely landing on the floor without cracking her head open.

Looking around the bright blue room, Bethany saw a roll of duct tape, her spare iPod, and an Arabian dagger that just happened to be lying around. Don't question it.

After she had grabbed all of the objects, she sprinted into the Thanksgiving room on the third floor and snatched up her backpack that was always kept packed with clothes for no particular reason. As she stuffed the duct tape, iPod, and dagger into the backpack, she looked around one last time at the only home she had ever known, that…..wasn't…. her….actual….home….cause…you know, it was a…. a shed…..Anyway, Bethany then slung the pack over her shoulder and just like that, she left.

As Bethany ran back to her house, she thought about how fun it would be to live with Deryn, until she realized that she was going the wrong way and stopped so suddenly that she tripped over her neighbor's calico cat.

She muttered a quick apology to the cat, got up hoping nobody had seen her talking to a cat, and continued running (the opposite way).

Meanwhile, Regina was at her own house packing. She filled an old suitcase with not-too-modern clothes, mainly dresses; the most sentimental of her possessions; and her copy of Leviathan, of course.

Then, as she began daydreaming of the wonderful adventures she would soon be having with Alek (a.k.a her fictional boyfriend #6), she realized something.

When Regina arrived back in Bethany's attic bedroom, her best friend was having a strange argument with Abyssia.
"It's a great name!" Bethany was saying.

Abyssia rolled her eyes. "It's a boy's name," she returned.

"So? People called Regina 'Reggie' all the time in kindergarten," Bethany protested.

"Well that was a nickname for her real name," Abyssia pointed out. "Joe is just random!"

"Well how do I know your name isn't Josephina?" Bethany asked.

Abyssia sighed. "Trust me; that's not my name."

"What is your name, then?" Bethany questioned as Regina watched from the doorway.

"In the closest translation to English," Abyssia began; then emitted a strange mix of squeaks and clicks.

Bethany blinked. "I think I'll stick with Joe," she decided.

Abyssia sighed; then finally noticed Regina standing there.

"I'm sorry; did you want something?" Abyssia asked.

"I don't speak German," Regina announced.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Bethany muttered.

Regina ignored her. "Alek and his servant people speak German," she rephrased. "Me no can do that."

Abyssia considered this. "I have a way that I can implant the language in your brain, but it might be a bit painful."

Regina really didn't like pain (seriously; she had a severe case of painophobia) but she also really wanted to speak Alek's language.

"How much pain are we talking about?" she asked.

Abyssia shrugged. "Your head would probably hurt the most- maybe more than a migraine, but less than a lobotomy," she replied nonchalantly.

Regina gulped. She glanced at Bethany, who gave a slight nod.

Regina took a deep breath. "Do it," she commanded.

Abyssia reached deep into the pockets of her cloak and pulled out what looked like a mini remote control. She held it out in front of her dramatically and Regina closed her eyes in fear.

But nothing happened.

Regina cautiously opened one eye.

"That's it," Abyssia told her.

Regina blinked. "You said it would hurt!" she exclaimed.

Abyssia shrugged. "So, I over-exaggerated. It worked, didn't it?"

Regina wasn't sure if it had worked. She didn't feel any different.

"How do you know it worked?" she asked.

"You're speaking German right now," Abyssia replied.

"Oh. Really?" Regina said. "Cool! Can you do it with other languages too?"

Abyssia took out the remote again and pushed the button repeatedly.

10 minutes later, Regina Scott was fluent in German, Italian, French, and English, and knew certain words and phrases in Russian, Japanese, Latin, and Spanish. But still a problem occurred to her.

"They won't know us, will they?" she asked.

"Already taken care of," Abyssia promised. "Alek and Deryn's minds will be altered. They'll believe whatever you want them to believe. Just make up dramatic back-stories for yourselves and you're good. However, there is a default to the mind-altering process. Their opinions of you are completely your own. Since your personalities will be exactly the same as they are now, they may despise you, for all you know. It's your job to get them past that because they need you.

"Now, you'll need new names," Abyssia concluded. "Something less modern."

"I'll be Kara!" Regina called out. "I enjoy that name." (A/N: quite true. Love that name.)

"20th century enough," Abyssia commented. "And your last name?"

Regina flipped her hair back over her shoulder dramatically. "Well, I'd be Kara of Hohenburg, wouldn't I?"

Abyssia shook her head. "It doesn't matter what back-story you make for yourself," she told Regina. "You are not a noble."

"Darn it," Regina muttered. "Fine. I'll be Kara… Venachtechlan. I don't know why. It just sounds cool and timelordy. And actually kinda German, when you think about it."

Abyssia sighed and turned to Bethany. "And you?" she prompted.

Bethany seemed to be thinking hard about it.

"I don't know," she muttered. "I want a really cool name. Something like, 'Pandemonium', or…. 'Crazy Sally,' or 'Billy Bob Joe' or something."

"You think about it," Abyssia instructed. "Now, you two are going to be flashed three times using my…device, okay?"

The girls nodded.

"The first flash will be time-travel. It will take you to this exact spot on June 28, 1914; the night the archduke and his wife were killed. The second flash will alternate the universe so the Great War becomes Clankers against Darwinists instead of just Germany against everybody else. And the third flash will separate the two of you- one going to Austria-Hungary and the other to England. You won't see each other for probably at least two months. Are you sure you still want to do this?"

The girls hesitated this time, but nodded again.

"Alright." Abyssia pulled out another remote from her pocket.

Regina grabbed her suitcase and Bethany her backpack and the two held hands.

Abyssia pushed the button and with a flash of blinding light, Bethany's bedroom disappeared.

When Regina opened her eyes, she was standing in a graveyard, with Bethany next to her, muttering names.

"Let's see, I could be Susan, or Mary, or Elizabeth, or the Butterfly, or Rainbow Dash, or-"

"You do know we could cause the apocalypse doing this, right?" Regina interrupted.

"That's it!" Bethany exclaimed. "That'll be my name! Apocalypsia Pandemonium! Gee, thanks Regina; you're the best!"

Regina opened her mouth to comment but suddenly another blinding light flashed and the world altered again.

"I guess we're leaving soon, huh?" Regina asked as the bustling world of 1914 Darwinist/Clanker America rushed past them.

Bethany nodded. "I guess so."

Regina sighed. She still thought this would be fun, but really….she wouldn't see her best friend for months and she might not see her family again.

Bethany held her arms out. "We'll see each other soon," she promised.

Regina smiled. "Of course we will," she agreed.

The two friends stepped in for a hug, but just as they made contact, a third blinding light flashed and the next thing they knew, Kara was seeing the dark gray depressing hallways of the Hapsburg Castle and Apocalypsia was seeing the insides of an omnibus where sat Jaspert and Deryn Sharp.

A/N: please tell me if the name-changing at the end was in any way confusing.

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