Lizzie slowly opened her eyes tiredly as she felt to her right for Hope, but all her hand came in contact with was the blanket.

Lizzie paused and looked over, only to see that Hope was nowhere to be seen.

Lizzie's eyebrows furrowed and she sat up, looking around the room in confusion.

Something was different, wrong even.

Her eyes went over to her sister's old bed and paused as she noticed a sleeping brunette.

And that wasn't the only thing that caught her attention.

She could feel Josie. Lizzie froze in disbelief. And while it wasn't the same as before, it was still her.

The bond that Lizzie was used to being in tatters was now completely repaired, except for a few scars, a reminder of what was lost.

This was impossible.

Lizzie put her hand over her mouth as she processed this. She looked around the room, noticing slight differences all over the room.

Was she dreaming? Hallucinating? Or did someone curse her?

Lizzie spotted her phone plugged in on her nightstand and reached over to grab it. When she tapped the screen, she paused, seeing the month.

January?

Lizzie unlocked her phone - Thank god for face ID, she had no fucking clue what her old password was - and looked at the year.

2030?

That was over 2 years ago. What the actual fuck? Did she somehow time travel? That wasn't possible, was it?

Sure, there was a lot that she didn't know about magic but Lizzie would think she would be aware of time travel if it was a thing.

Lizzie looked over at her 'sister'.

If this was true and not a hallucination, then that was Josie. A very alive and healthy Josie.

Lizzie pushed back the covers and ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Her hands were trembling.

What the hell should she do? How does time travel even work? Was it like the Avengers? Or Back to the Future? Hot Tub Time Machine?

Does changing one thing, change everything? Like the butterfly effect or something?

Was it Harry Potter style - no, it obviously wasn't that seeing as there weren't two versions of her running around right now.

So that means she must have taken over her past self's body? Did that mean her past self was in her body or was she wiped from existence?

If her past self no longer existed, does that mean she can never go back?

Would she never see her Hope again or her mom or dad? But at the same time, she had her sister back. Was that worth losing everyone else?

The old Lizzie - the one she seemed to have taken over - would say yes, but Lizzie wasn't too sure.

The people she grew close to, would never have the memories that they went through together, yet she could try and fix all the shit that went wrong.

Josie wouldn't have to die. Landon wouldn't either.

Lizzie could prepare for the Necromancer and find a way to stop him and Malivore, all on her own. But could she really do it alone? Could anyone?

The biggest problem she was facing was how the fuck did time travel actually work?

Did the fact that she was here completely destroy her universe? Or is it co-existing along with this one?

She had no clue, especially since time travel was such a diverse thing. How was she supposed to know how it worked?

What if telling people you went back in time, caused the fabric of time to collapse or something?

Lizzie sat on the toilet with her head in her hands.

What if she started off not telling anyone, that way she could get a feel of how time travel worked.

For example, if she changed one tiny thing, her memories might shift immediately causing her to forget stuff.

If so, that means it was cause and effect, and telling others she time traveled would probably have some massive consequences.

Although, she would probably have to write down what actually happened so that she would know if anything changed but would the stuff she wrote down disappear too?

And if it does change it though, will she get new memories? Or will she have no clue how the changes she was making would affect the future?

God, this was fucking stressful.

Lizzie sat up straight in realization. Shit. She would have to pretend like she had complete emotional capacity.

At least, she was a great liar. But could she fake empathy? Eh, people already thought she didn't have empathy so it would be that much of a problem if she slipped up.

Lizzie ran a hand down her face with a sigh.

She looked back down at her phone as a text came through from her dad.

Dad

Girls

Hope, and I picked up a young werewolf, named Rafael, who may be attending the school. Please be ready to give him the tour when we arrive.

Lizzie fought the urge to groan, of course this was the day Raf and Landon arrived.

Lizzie had been hoping she would have at least a week to prepare for all the upcoming shit.

She frowned slightly as she tried to think about what to do next.

Her dad was going to try and send Landon away which Lizzie couldn't allow. Whether she liked it or not, Landon belonged at the school.

But how could she convince her dad to allow him to stay?

If her dad had MG try and compel him, it would fail but they would assume it was vervain like last time. Or Lizzie could 'accidentally' siphon him, which would reveal to her dad that he was supernatural.

But her dad would probably lock him up because to her dad, he might be a threat.

Lizzie snorted. As if hobbit could ever be a threat. He was practically a puppy.

Lizzie frowned thoughtfully. Hipster puppy or hipster bird?

Lizzie shook her head - focus Lizzie - and stood up.

She went to the mirror and splashed water on her face, trying to clear her head.

"Lizzie?" Lizzie heard Josie call out concerned.

Lizzie took a deep breath and went back to their shared room.

When she entered, Josie looked up from where she was looking at her phone on her bed with a smile that quickly disappeared as she noticed the weird look on Lizzie's face.

"Are you okay?" Josie asked, sitting up. Lizzie gave a half smile as she met her sister's eyes. For a brief moment, it felt like her emotions were back.

And with that, all self-control was lost as she rushed forward, jumping on Josie's bed and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Liz?" Josie's voice came out muffled from where her head was pressed.

Lizzie just shook her head, holding her sister closer. Fuck, she missed this.

No matter what happened, she would always care about Josie. It didn't matter how psycho she could go, nothing would change how she felt about her twin.

"Hey, hey. You don't have to speak. It's okay," Josie whispered and she hugged Lizzie back, intuitively sensing that her sister really needed this.

Josie rubbed her hands up and down Lizzie's back, the two taking comfort from one another. Lizzie buried her head into Josie's shoulder.

"Liz, you have to tell me what's wrong, please," Josie said, sounding so fucking worried.

It made Lizzie want to laugh. She couldn't tell her what was wrong, not when it was literally everything.

Lizzie pulled back and Josie stared at her sister in worry that was fixed with confusion.

"I had a dream, Jo," Lizzie said after a moment. Her breath stuttered slightly, as she continued. "I watched you die."

Josie's eyes widened in shock. "It's not real. I'm right here. Nothing happened I promise," Josie said, trying to reassure her but Lizzie just shook her head.

"You don't understand, it wasn't a normal dream," Lizzie said, biting her lip. "It felt like a vision. I didn't just see you die, I felt it. It felt like I was dying."

Josie froze and her brain began working a mile a minute. "A vision?"

Lizzie nodded, as tears started to fall from her eyes once again.

"Ok," Josie breathed out, looking a little worried now. "What do you remember from the vision? Anything that can help us?"

"It was a few years from now..." Lizzie's eyes went distant as she remembered Josie's dead body.

Josie swallowed thickly. "Well, that means we have time to stop it from happening," She said, determined.

Lizzie's eyes snapped to Josie's. "Yeah," Lizzie said, agreeing with a nod.

"Are you okay, Liz?" Josie asked, softly.

"No..." Lizzie admitted, causing Josie to look surprised.

Lizzie knew why, her past self typically tried to put on a false appearance because if people thought she was having problems, they started to worry that she might have an episode.

"I just - it was a wake-up call. That we aren't as strong as I liked to think and that it would be so easy for one of us to just..." She trailed off, staring at her hands.

"I understand. I can't imagine what it would feel like to see and feel you die," Josie said, voice full of understanding. Josie reached out and took Lizzie's hand in her own. "It's going to be okay. I promise."

"How can you promise something like that?" Lizzie asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Lizzie was already fucking broken from losing her the first time, if it happened a second time? She didn't know what would happen.

"Because we have each other and as long as we have that, we can do anything we put our minds to," Josie said with an encouraging smile.

Lizzie squeezed Josie's hand in thanks. "Jo?"

"Yeah, Lizzie?" Josie said, looking at her with slight curiosity.

"I'm sorry," Lizzie said, staring at Josie earnestly.

And Josie's mouth dropped in shock. After all, Lizzie never apologized. Ever.

"What - why? You don't need to apologize for being upset, Lizzie," Josie misinterpreted.

"No," Lizzie shook her head. "I'm sorry for every time I've made you feel less than you are and those times I made you feel like you had to do whatever I wanted and the times I made you choose between me or someone else and the biggest thing I'm sorry for, is the fact that I'm a terrible sister."

"Lizzie, you're not a terrible sister. Where is this coming from?" Josie asked, confused but also uncertain.

"Yes, I am," Lizzie smiled bitterly, holding up a hand to prevent Josie from saying anything. "I'm selfish. I never ask what you want to do or if there is something you would prefer to do. I always expect you to do what I want, which was never fair to you. I've hurt you in so many ways and you just took it and stood by me. And you never deserved the way I treated you."

Josie was staring at Lizzie with tears in her eyes. "I...it's okay," She whispered.

"No, it's not. I've made your life so hard in so many ways, while you always do what you can to help me and protect me. So I want to say I'm so sorry and thank you, for being the best sister I could ask for," Lizzie said, ignoring the tingle of discomfort at the emotional situation.

Josie swallowed and pulled Lizzie into a hug. "Thank you for apologizing but you're wrong.."

"How?" Lizzie said, confused.

"You're an amazing sister. You just proved that right now," Josie said, tightening her arms. "I love you"

"I love you too," Lizzie replied. And she always would.

The two girls sat like that for god knows how long, when they felt the bed vibrate because of Josie's and Lizzie's phones.

They pulled away from each other and Josie looked at her phone.

"It's dad. The brother to the werewolf is human," Josie said, after reading the text. "Dad's going to have MG compel him to forget everything. Also their both orphans - their foster parents are who they were staying with."

Instantly, Lizzie recognized that this was her chance to get Josie on her side. Now, how to convince her that Landon should stay?

"Wait, so we're giving one of them a home, while we're sending the other away into the world with nothing except the clothing on his back?" Lizzie asked giving Josie a confused look.

Josie paused. "I guess? Can't he just go back to a foster home or something?" Josie wondered.

"Without his brother, who he is probably very close with? Aren't foster homes oftentimes terrible places?" Lizzie asked, frowning.

"You have a good point but it's not like we can let the brother stay, he's human. It's too dangerous. Unless there's was way to make it less dangerous for him, he can't stay." Josie said but she was frowning now.

"Dad's human," Lizzie said pointedly.

"Yeah, but dad was a vampire hunter, so he's trained in fighting supernatural creatures. This guy is most likely not," Josie argued. But Lizzie could tell Josie was starting to agree with her.

Lizzie thought for a moment before looking at her sister in 'realization'.

"Then we can train him. That way he can protect himself and stay with his brother," She said, looking excited.

"Lizzie, training takes time that dad doesn't have," Josie said, shaking her head.

Please, if he had time to train Hope, he had time to train Landon but that didn't change the fact that he wouldn't do. Only Hope got special treatment.

"Then we can train him. Dad was training us before he started training with Hope. We'll need to refresh ourselves but we could do it. Besides, I was thinking about getting into training again. You never know what could happen. What if we're in a situation we don't have anything to siphon from? We would be screwed," Lizzie said, staring at her sister in hope.

"That isn't a bad idea but there is still the problem that it takes time to learn. Before that, he'll be a sitting duck," Josie said, although her eyes were narrowed in consideration.

"Then we put him and his brother in the same room. And we can have the people we trust - that have self-control - protect him during this time," Lizzie said, smirking.

Josie frowned. "That's a lot of time that they would have to stay with him. No one would volunteer for that."

Shit, she was losing her.

"Then I will," Lizzie said, rolling her eyes. "He can go between my classes and his brother's ones. And he'll be under my supervision."

"You would do that? Why?" Josie asked in confusion. Lizzie noticed a little bit of suspicion in her eyes.

Time for a teeny bit of manipulation. Thank you, uncle, for the lying gene.

"I want to do it because I can't imagine what it would be like if you and I were separated. It would be an utter nightmare. And after that vision, I just don't want to separate brothers that probably need each other. Especially with how foster care is," Lizzie said, looking at her hands with a pained look.

Sorry, Jo but this needed to be done.

Josie's eyes softened. "Okay, I'll help you convince dad."

Lizzie looked up and smiled. "Thanks, Jo."

"I got your back," Josie said, holding out a pinky.

Lizzie intertwined hers with Josie's. "Always."