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*Possible Slight Trigger Warning* (but keep in mind it is WWII)

The next day passed Aurora in a blur, she knew she wouldn't see Millard until it got dark out. In broad daylight a set of clothes walking by itself would be too obvious and Millard was too much of a gentleman to sneak into her yard completely undressed. The thought that he walked around naked in public was enough to make her furiously blush all over again. She thought about their night together and how easy it was to be with him even only knowing him for two days. He'd done things no one else had ever done, he'd called her beautiful, he danced with her, made her feel special, valued. It was something she never got at home no matter how hard her mother tried, her father always had a way of knocking Aurora's self confidence to all time lows. But when she was with Millard she felt more confident, like he really cared about her opinion, in what she had to say.

She wished she could bring him home, just to meet her mother; she knew her mother would love Millard, he was kind, polite, intelligent, everything she'd ever want for her daughter. It saddened Aurora that her mother, and so many other people would never get to know someone as wonderful as Millard simply because he was invisible. It made her angry as well, which was quite the ordeal, Aurora never got angry. But her anger was directed at society, why couldn't people look past differences and shortcomings and see how amazing the people around them were? If humanity could do that there wouldn't be a war right now; people wouldn't be dying by the hundreds each day.

She took a long sigh, reminded herself that the world was far from perfect and that she could only live one day at a time, put one foot in front of the other and hope for the best.

As the sun was setting Aurora's father sent her to the shop around the block to pick up supplies that they were running low on. The elderly couple there was familiar with Aurora and always tried to give her as much as they could afford to in these tough times. In exchange Aurora would mend clothes that the older woman couldn't because of her old unsteady fingers. It was trust like that which reminded Aurora that even during a war there was still goodness in people.

Aurora took her mothers cloth grocery bag and filled it with half a dozen eggs, half a loaf of bread, a box of crackers, some assorted fruit and a can of beans. Before she left she met the shopkeeper in the back and collected their bag of torn clothes to mend and he slipped her a small can of powdered baby formula.

"For your brother."

The kind gesture made Aurora smile, "Thank you." She replied as sweetly as she could before leaving the shop and heading home.

One her way she had to pass the local pub, it always gave her a bad twisting feeling in her stomach so she'd cross the street and avoid making eye contact with any of the stumbling drunken men. Tonight there were four German soldiers standing under a lamp post smoking cigarettes. One turned at the sound of her footsteps and gave her a look that made her stomach flip. She quickened her pace looking at the sidewalk hoping their attention would be drawn elsewhere. Unfortunatly, there was no one else around, the townspeople had either shut themselves in their homes for the night or were in that pub drinking their worries away.

Aurora heard the soldiers mutter to each other in German before hearing footsteps following her down the sidewalk. She walked faster though still didn't run, worried she might injure her still fragile ankle. But a sixteen year old girl couldn't outrun four military trained men. One grabbed her by the arm pulling her to a stop and using his free hand covered her mouth so she couldn't scream. Another came and snatched her bags away tossing them to the side. The two others joined them, one talking in a soft tone, he sounded like he was trying to talk the other men out of whatever they planned to do.

The other three ignored him as they pulled Aurora into the nearby alley, the fourth leaning against the brick wall, taking out his pocketknife and picking at the dirt under his nails. Another soldier stood in front of Aurora and started pawing at her, she tried kicking but the only thing that accomplished was getting a sick grin from him. He started trying to pull her sweater from her skirt as their third friend stood back adjusting his sunglasses and taking another swig from the bottle in his hand.

Tears started to leak from the corner of Aurora's eyes, she tried to hold it back, not wanting to give her attackers the satisfaction but as each second ticked by it became harder to keep it all bottled up. The man in front of her was just starting to undo the zipper on the side of her skirt when there was a loud CLANG.

Their third friend with the sunglasses was on all fours with one hand holding his head where he was now bleeding. The man who was restraining Aurora asked him something in German but the soldier was dazed. Then the bottle he had been holding came flying through the air and hit the soldier in front of Aurora in the face shattering upon contact with his skull. He dropped to the ground in the shattered glass, the man holding Aurora now turning his head from side to side trying to find their attacker. The predators had now become prey to someone else. The fourth man who hadn't wanted to be involved now held his pocketknife in front of him as he stood in a defensive stance over the soldier with the sunglasses.

Aurora was flung to the ground as her captor decided his own self defense was more important to him than his conquest, he was still turning in circles trying to figure out where his opponent was. He called out in German trying to lure the attacker from the shadows. In the blink of an eye chaos erupted, trash can lids flew left and right, bags of garbage ripped open and rained down on the men. The one who had been holding Aurora slipped on an old banana peel and a loud crack was heard as his skull met the ground, the one with the pocketknife ended up with a black trash bag over his head, and the man on the ground was hit again in the head with a metal lid.

Now with all the soldiers dazed and confused Aurora felt a hand grab her arm, but this time she wasn't afraid, mainly because she couldn't see the hand. She was pulled to her feet and dragged out onto the lit sidewalk, she grabbed her bags as she was pulled along. They ran down the block and into another alley where Aurora was pulled behind a dumpster to keep her out of sight. Almost immediately she began to break down into sobs and uncontrollable shaking. She felt a pair of hands cup her face gently.

"Are you alright?" Millard asked, his voice shaking with worry.

MILLARD P.O.V.

Aurora nodded her head rapidly while trying to catch her breath. He let out a breath of relief, he'd been worried that he might have been too late. He grabbed his clothes from where he'd stashed them just moments before and quickly dressed before sitting next to Aurora on the cold ground. Gently he pulled her close so her head was resting against his shoulder, she turned and gave him a one armed hug as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"It's okay, I've got you." He whispered in her ear. He listened to her ragged breathing and rubbed her back trying to calm her. Without realizing it he had begun humming, Aurora sniffled before looking up at him; her eyes still glistened with tears but now there was also confusion.

"What are you humming?"

Millard chuckled at himself as he realized the tune his subconscious had chosen.

"Run Rabbit Run."

"I don't think I've ever heard that one." Aurora said wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"Is this your subtle way of trying to get me to sing?" he teased.

"It might make me feel better."

Millard took a long look at her then gave a deep sigh as he rested his head against the dumpster.

"Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run run. Don't give the farmer his fun, fun fun. He'll get by, without his rabbit pie. So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run." He looked down at Aurora again, her head against his shoulder, a wide smile now on her face and continued, "On the farm, every Friday, on the farm, it's rabbit pie day. So every Friday that ever comes along, I get up early and sing this little song." He heard her giggle and couldn't keep the smile off his face, "Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run. Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Goes the farmer's gun. So run rabbit, run rabbit, run."

As he sang it Millard could practically see the scene unfold in his mind, him and his friends at Miss Peregrine's side looking up into the sky. Watching the bomb fall above their lovely home, it stopping in midair then returning to the sky with the raindrops. The planes would fly backwards and the clouds would move quickly across the changing sky as night became day and they returned to the early morn of September second.

"Did I ever tell you about time loops?"

P.O.V.

His head was throbbing but the bleeding had finally stopped. As he and his three comrades walked through the dimly lit streets of France trying to make sense of what had just happened to them. The one who had grabbed the girl was helping his friend pick glass shards out of his hair while the soldier with the pocketknife walked by his side.

"Didn't see anyone but us and that girl." He said in his mother tongue.

"It was dark."

"Still, we should have seen them, a shadow, movement, anything. Strange, don't you think?"

"Yes, it was all very. . . very peculiar." He said adjusting his sunglasses again.