Authors note: Hey guys! I'm sorry for the very long hiatus from this story, as I have been working on lots of other things, and struggling to finish my final year of schooling. Along with struggling with mental health issues, (Which I very seldom like to discuss) I've found that writing is an outlet for me, especially connecting with a character like Maya, who I've decided has some backstories of her own. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, and without further ado, a short update. P.S i'm definitely going to try to update once a week as long as people keep reading. I'm hoping through writing I can express my feelings and hopefully reach out to others in following chapters :) (I literally made the decision to discuss this in chapters and I write this)

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"So we're supposed to figure out why we're following a timeline through Maya's past, and help her? Man, this time traveling thing is weird." Cyd mutters.

She knew she was clearly being unhelpful to Shelby, searching for the tachyometer that they had stolen from Janet after she disappeared to prison.

"I just need to know why our powers are taking us back to Maya to help her. We've jumped through our timelines up until now, but I never thought we would end up helping others." Shelby adds.

Shelby digs through her big wooden chest by her bed, finding the small item and holding it above her head as if she had just found gold. She sighed with relief before walking back to Cyd, only to find that she wasn't in the room.

Cyd sat at the counter, Shelby's laptop resting on their granite countertop faced open, Cyd's face melted into the screen with full attention, simultaneously and rapidly writing down on a sheet of paper like she was a secretary.

"Shelbs, look at this!" She motions her towards the counter, "This instagram is Maya's! We could jump to these times with them and live them out! These could help us solve why we're here."

"But we can't travel with other people and only a few of these are flashback pics!" Shelby insist.

"Shoot!" Cyd paces, hands on chin.

She suddenly stops in her tracks, looking to Shelby mischievously.

"We did have the power to possess their bodies in that timeline! All we need to do is not leave the haunted house when we did. We need to stay with Riley and Lucas."

"But we won't take them with us, remember? We got out of their bodies by jumping. For now the tachyometer should be enough until we can figure out how to take them with us. They'll remember that we're jumping around, and we can go back to them and report what we find." Shelby assures her, feeling as if she had a new calling as an FBI agent or detective or something.

"Can't Barry help us with something?"

"We've got to talk to Riley and Maya first. We're meant to have met them in this moment at the haunted house a second time. We're supposed to change something or help her, but we don't know what yet."

Upon agreeing, Cyd and Shelby jump back to just a few minutes before, looking for Riley in order to get background on Maya. They knew changing the future could be dangerous for both them and Riley and Maya, but nevertheless they had to show Maya her life wouldn't be all so great any other way, and that somethings were meant to be the way they were.

"I've got daddy issues. And all I want is to see it for myself, not that will change anything." Maya explains bitterly, looking to Shelby taking notes.

"Well, we've brought a tachyometer, and anything we change in the past, you'll realize has changed in the future." Shelby looks up from her notes, looking seriously to the two younger girls. "We're going to show Maya that changing the past doesn't always guarantee a better or safer future."

"And we'll be back after each jump to fill you in until we can figure out how to take you with us. For now, this is the next best thing." Cyd adds.

Maya looks nervously to Riley before Riley rests her hand on top of Maya's, feeling tension leave their bodies, understanding Maya's hesitance towards them showing her that she does have a legacy. Maya didn't know what she had to leave or even offer John Quincy middle school through her three years there, but the Shelby and Cyd were there to show her that even if her dad hadn't left, she would still have a God given purpose to give, a lesson and experiences to leave and tell the incoming middle schoolers.

"Riley, I don't know…" Her voice wavers, slightly annoyed still.

"Do you trust me, Peaches?" Riley asks and Maya nods.

Shelby and Cyd open Instagram on their phones, scrolling down and picking a picture for Mother's day, six years ago:

"My mother is one of the most hardworking, selfless persons' I know. Not only is she my mother, but my mentor and my friend. Here's a pic to our very first mother's day together, just three generations of Harts."

The picture showed a young Maya Hart in light blue, worn away footie pajamas, sitting on Katy's lap on the old tattered couch of her grandmother's home, her eyes barely able to keep open. The orange wall paper behind them was old and peeling, clearly water damaged and the blinds on her windows were so dusty, not even a deep dusting could make it easy to distinguish what color they had originally been.

Katy looked aged, lines around her soft eyes and her blonde hair tied up in a bun, drooping down and clearly she had just been at work, covered up to her elbows in syrup and jam staining her shirt right below her nametag. Little did Cyd and Shelby know what really happened that day, that Katy had worked a double, and rushed home just minutes before midnight.

Cyd and Shelby look to each other, slapping hands before expecting to find that they had jumped to the moment, real and right before their eyes. This was it; Expecting a look into the true Maya Hart's past. But they hadn't been sent there, but a stranger, older, place filled with stranger dressed pre-teens. Little did they know, it was the '90s.