"This is it, Clem!" Granny Snix yelled over the whirr of the time machine. She and Clementine hid behind the blast-proof wall while Brittzle worked her magic. "I know it is!"

Brittzle bit her lip in concentration as she touched two wires together. Sparks began to fly and the machine began to buzz even louder. "Almost there," she said. Then, without warning, it shut itself down. Brittzle groaned in frustration. "Dammit!"

Next to her, Sam – whom Clementine had taken to calling Uncle Sam – sighed. "You guys need a swear jar or something."

Granny Snix made another mark on the chalkboard. "That's… 987 failed attempts."

Clementine looks at her Granny's math. It was actually 988, but she wasn't about to correct her. Ever since Clementine had confronted her grandmothers about the experiments, they'd shared everything with her.

How being a teenage mother was just too much responsibility for Sugar.

How she wanted a good life for Clementine, but didn't know how to give it to her.

How Grandma and Grandpa H. had fought super hard in court for custody of Clementine.

How Granny Snix and Brittzle had hired Aunt Quinn – the best lawyer they knew – to win the case.

"987, huh?" Brittzle wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. "Good thing I'm only putting myself through this torture 13 more times because the harder I work to reach a solution, the further away I seem."

Clementine frowned. This wasn't the grandmother she knew and loved. Brittzle was spontaneous and outgoing and danced around the kitchen in her underwear. "Are you really giving up?" she asked, tears welling in her eyes.

Granny Snix looked at Brittzle and then back at Clementine. "No, Clem," she said. "She's not giving up. We never give up on the people we love."

Brittzle sighed. "She's right, Clementine. But if we don't find a solution soon I might need a break for my own sanity."

"I vote we take a five minute break now," said Uncle Sam. He took a seat on the floor of the basement. Brittzle joined him so Granny Snix and Clementine reluctantly followed. "Remember when Sugar used to eat cookies for lunch?"

"Cookies?" Clementine asked skeptically.

Sam licked his lips. "Sugar cookies. With pink frosting."

"She loved the color pink," Granny Snix added.

Brittzle gave her wife a playful shove. "Only because you hated it."

"I still hate it to this day. Except for pink tacos, that is."

For a second, Sam looked like he was going to hyperventilate.

"What's a pink taco, Uncle Sam?" Clementine asked him.

Sam's eyes widened. "That's… it's not… stop saying things like that in front of your granddaughter, Santana!" he sputtered.

Granny Snix snorted. "She hears worse on the school bus. One of those foul-mouthed little shits got suspended for calling the driver a C-U-N-T."

"Well, she was kind of being a cunt," Clementine replied.

"Clem!" Granny Snix scolded. "How many times do I have to tell you? We never use that word… unless we're talking about politicians." She squeezed Brittzle's hand. "You've been quiet."

"Just thinkin'," Brittzle said. "Sugar's been trapped in the past nearly ten years. Wouldn't it be funny if she figured out a way to communicate with us?"

"How? My memories haven't changed," Granny Snix said.

"Not us then. That would've most likely disrupted the space-time continuum. I'm talking about us now. Like… a hidden message."

Granny Snix sat up. "Hidden message? Like the kind I used to leave on the bathroom wall at Breadstix?"

"Exactly! Although BP & SL 4EVA wasn't all that subtle," Brittzle said.

"But if it exists, how will we find it?" Sam asked. "We don't live in Lima anymore."

Brittzle thought for a moment. "It would have to be something we kept after all this time… something from high school."

Granny Snix snapped her fingers. "Our cheerleading uniforms."

"No," Brittzle shook her head. "It would be instructions or an equation of some sort. In a note maybe."

"What about a math book?" Clementine asked. "That's where all of my equations are."

"That's it!" Brittzle paused. "Well, not a math book. But a book. The yearbook, more specifically."

Granny Snix beamed. "My geniuses!"

They raced up the stairs from the basement to the living room.

"It's not in any of my yearbooks," Brittzle said after scouring through all five volumes.

"Ewww… Your hands are all dusty," Clementine said, frowning. "When's the last time you looked at these things?"

Granny Snix snorted. "She never does."

Brittzle rolled her eyes. "That's because you look at yours enough for the both of us," she teased.

"What? I like rereading what you wrote," Granny Snix said. She winked at Clementine. "Our Britt was a poet in another life, you know."

Brittzle smiled sadly. "If I had stuck with poetry we wouldn't be in this mess."

Clementine turned to Granny Snix. "But if you read your yearbooks all the time, what if Sugar left the message for you?" she asked.

Granny Snix and Brittzle exchanged glances before sprinting over to the bookshelf. "Senior year, Britt. It was the only year we were both at McKinley," Granny Snix said once they'd pulled the correct book off the shelf. "Told ya she was trapped in 2012."

"You said 2011," Brittzle argued.

"Whatever. Let's just see if Sugar's as smart as my other two girls."

"Hey! I got the ball rolling on this whole discussion. Does that count for anything?" Sam asked.

"Not really," Granny Snix replied. "You're surrounded by brilliant women, Sam. Deal with it."

Brittzle flipped through the pages one at a time, examining each one carefully. "Santana," she gasped.

"What? What is it?" Granny Snix asked, alarmed.

Brittzle held up the book. "I didn't know Rachel wrote in here!"

"She wouldn't take no for an answer," Granny Snix replied.

"Who's Rachel?" Clementine questioned.

"Your grandmas used to make fun of her a lot back in high school," Sam told her. "But then she and Santana kind of became friends and Brittany still hated her."

Clementine crossed her arms. "If Brittzle doesn't like her, then I don't like her either."

Brittzle didn't even try to hide her smile as she continued her search. After what seemed like hours later, she stood up abruptly.

"What is it, Britt?" Santana called.

Brittzle didn't respond; she just carried the book downstairs with Santana and Clementine hot on her heels, nobody bothering to wake Sam, who had fallen asleep on the couch.

"This is it, Clem," Granny Snix whispered, repeating her earlier words. The first time Clementine heard her say that, it sounded more like a jinx.

Now it was their mantra.

"This is it," Clementine echoed with a nod.

"Wrench," Brittzle said, holding her hand out. Clementine handed it to her. "Pliers." Clementine handed her those too.

"Screwdriver," Brittzle muttered, taking it out of her toolbox herself. She took a sip. "Needs more vodka."

"Britt, are you gonna tell us what's going on?" Granny Snix asked.

"Nope," Brittzle replied before resuming her work. "Because the second I start talking about nuts and bolts you'll start giggling."

"Hey! I never laugh about bolts," Granny Snix said, nudging Clementine in the ribs.

Clementine rolled her eyes. Even at this crucial moment, her grandmothers were still joking around like teenagers.

She loved that about them.

"Hand me that hammer, Clementine," said Brittzle. She banged on the machine a few times for good measure. "Okay, I think she's ready."

Granny Snix pulled Clementine behind the blast-proof wall once more while Brittzle flipped the switch.

To their disappointment, nothing happened.

"Whoops! I unplugged it a few minutes ago while I was tinkering away," Brittzle apologized, plugging the machine back into the wall. She took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing."

She flipped the switch one more time, keeping her fingers crossed with her other hand. The machine began to buzz. Clementine looked at Granny Snix and then at Brittzle, watching their reactions closely.

The buzzing grew louder and the lights above them began to flicker.

"It's working!" Brittzle yelled over the noise.

"Great! But… maybe you should stand back here with us," Granny Snix said nervously. "That thing looks unstable and it's not that I don't trust Sugar's instructions, it's just that she's been stuck in the tenth grade for nearly a decade now. Her understanding of time machine mechanics has probably peaked!"

All of a sudden, there was a blinding flash of light. Granny Snix threw herself over Clementine, protecting her. The machine's buzzing died down and the next thing Clementine knew, her granny was shouting.

"Brittany!" she yelled. "I swear… if you died of a heart attack I will kill you."

"I'm okay," Brittzle called back.

"Just checking," she replied. "You know we're supposed to go out in a blaze of naked glory."

"Gross."

Clementine quirked her head to the side. That didn't sound like Brittzle's voice.

Clementine pushed Granny Snix off of her and darted around the blast wall, but she soon froze when she saw Brittzle hugging a teenage girl.

"What took you so long? I was starting to make straight A's! Being stuck in a loop is no fun when you have to repeat the same classes over and over again," the girl said, sinking into Brittzle's embrace. "Although not aging was a total plus."

"My baby," Granny Snix cried out, going over to hug them both.

Clementine watched as the three reunited.

"Clem? There's someone I want you to meet," Granny Snix called after a while.

"This is your mama, Clementine," Brittzle said. "This is Sugar."

Clementine took a tiny step forward, feeling shy. She'd been waiting for this moment her entire life and now that it had arrived, she wasn't quite sure how to react. "Hi," she said.

Sugar let go of her mothers and kneeled down to Clementine's level, fresh tears in her eyes. "Hey there, Clem. I suppose we have a little catching up to do."

Granny Snix snorted. "Just a little?"

"We've got plenty of time," Brittzle said, planting a kiss on her wife's cheek.

"Hey!" Sam said from the top of the stairs. "Is everyone okay? I heard some weird noises."

"We'd be a whole lot better if we had some pancakes," Granny Snix replied. She squeezed Sugar's arm. "And be sure to set five places at the table."

Clementine smiled.

Her family was a little crazy, but they were finally whole again.