37.1 (Jeanne Summers)

Brandon frowned at Sky's blank expression as the blonde stared unblinking at the wall.

"You, uh... you okay man?" The prince didn't respond to his question, so Brandon did the sensible thing, and poked him in the cheek, "SKY! You okay man?"

This time the blonde startled, his eyes moving to his friend, though they took a few second to focus.

"Brandon..."

Sky sounded so out of it, Brandon was about to start checking for a concussion, "yeah man?"

"Loops are really frickin' weird. Girls, are really frickin' weird."

"Ah," Brandon thought he had a clue what was happening here, "you live a few thousand loops and you start to think you're ready for anything, then something happens and you realise: NOPE! The multiverse still has things that will throw you."

"I just... she just... they just..."

"Breathe buddy, just breathe," Sky took a few deep breathes, when he was calmer Brandon asked, "what happened?"

"I was... going to see Bloom, invite her out... for a, a thing, a picnic and, uh... Diaspro..."

"Diaspro?"

"She was naked Brandon," Sky looked at his friend like he hoped Brandon had the answers.

"Define naked?"

"Panties, pasties and body paint Brandon, my sort of girl friend was painting my ex-fiancé's mostly naked body."

"Oh yeah, that," Brandon tried not to laugh as he realised what Sky had walked in on, "Diaspro's been working on her 'over-attachment to her physical appearance, as it relates to her sense of identity,' and Bloom's taken up body painting. Diaspro being Bloom's canvas is win-win for both of them."

Sky looked betrayed, for a second Brandon couldn't figure out why, then it hit him, "Stella told me, the girls probably didn't say anything to you because of how weird everything is with you three right now, sorry, I figured it would have weirded you out or would have mentioned it."

There was a brief silence, broken by Timmy as he entered the room.

"Uhh... interrupting something?"

"Nah man, Sky's just seen things."

"Yeah, how bad?"

"Bloom painting mostly naked Diaspro."

"Oh right the body art thing. Sky man, have a drink," Timmy pulled three bottle of beer from his Pocket and handed him one. Brandon grabbed the second bottle and Timmy opened the third as he sat down beside his team mates. "But seriously, you're going to see a lot of things that will end up under the 'I've seen things' label, like there was this one time, way, way back now, when I was the only guy awake right, and..."

37.2 (Jeanne Summers)

The air was heavy with humidity, the distant rumble of thunder promised heavy rain.

But the Winx Unit was already under heavy rain, unfortunately, not the kind that could be stopped with an umbrella.

"We're pinned down! We need back up!" Aisha screamed into the radio as the staccato cracking of guns tried to drown her out.

"We're five minutes out!" came the crackling reply.

"There's no time," Techna spat, "give me the package, I can make it."

"NO!" Flora grabbed her wife by the arm before she could take the package, "it's way too dangerous, back up will be here soon.

"Not soon enough, don't forget, their backup is on its way too."

Weeping Flora let her go.

"I love you," Techna pressed a kiss to her lips and grinned, "cover me," before darting out from their makeshift cover.

She made it half way before a bullet found home.

"NOOO!" Flora ran without thought towards her fallen partner, a bullet catching her as she neared. She fell to the ground, still breathing, and began to crawl. "Tech..."

She was so focussed on her wife, Flora didn't here the familiar tank roll into firing range.

"Aisha, we're here!" Stella's hands were tight where the gripped the radio, the outdated technology creaking in her grip.

"It's too late Stella, Flora and Techna, they're..."

Inside the tank Bloom snarled, "bullshit, they'll be fine, but we have to take out the enemy!"

"Loaded!" Diaspro called out.

"Ready to fire!" Musa confirmed.

"Uh girls!" Roxy didn't get to finish her warning as the tank was hit.

The missile was far more powerful than it should have been for the time period, the tank was ripped to pieces.

From her place in hiding, broken leg akimbo, Aisha screamed and-

"WHAT is going on here!"

The eight girls sat up faster than humanly possible, their eyes all tracking to the same location as the Magical reality Chamber deactivated around them.

"Miss Griselda," Stella blanched, "you're... looking well, this evening."

Griselda's eye narrowed dangerously.

"Girls," Faragonda adjusted her pince-nez and waited.

"Miss Faragonda, we're going to be honest here," Flora leaned forwards, "The eight of us, plus one other fairy, three witches from Cloud Tower and some of the boys from Red Fountain... are all stuck in a time loop, the cause of which, is so far beyond our pay grade, even the Great Dragon doesn't have the ability to fix it.

"We understand that using the Magical Reality Chamber without permission was wrong, and we're sorry, we can't promise it won't happen again, but we'll try to remember if we don't have permission in the future."

There was a long moment, as Faragonda looked over the girls wit a practised eye.

"Very well, I'll be expecting perfect marks from the eight of you for the remainder of you time here, and you shall all be staying at school for the next optional field trip."

Eight faces flashed a grimace, 'optional field trip' was code for school chaperoning to fun events, like concerts or carnivals.

They may have seen them all a billion times, but they were still fun.

"Yes Miss Faragonda," eight voices replied in sync.

"Good, then off to bed." The headmistress watched the girls trail out, smiling as the broke into giggles on the other side of her door.

"You're far too lenient on them," Griselda frowned.

"Oh come on Griselda, it was just a bit of fun, you remember fun."

Griseda's frown deepened as she huffed fondly, a smile threatening the corner of her lips.

37.3

"Techna? Where are you?" Flora asked, looking around the house she and Techna owned for this loop.

"Down here," Techna's voice floated up from the basement. Flora headed down the stairs, then turned right. Techna was in the workshop Flora had quietly ensured the house had, despite Techna's reluctance to do any tinkering in the wake of her pocket's destruction. Techna was seated at the workbench, staring at an assortment of parts.

"What are you making?" Flora asked.

"Not sure," Techna said, turning to look back over her shoulder.

"Well, good luck," Flora said. "I need to get going, the greenhouse doesn't take care of itself, but I'll be back for lunch." She leaned down for a kiss. "See you then."

"Have a good day," Techna said, turning back to her pile of components.

Flora was glad to see Techna back in the workshop. She'd been skittish about building anything for far too long, and it wasn't good for her. Hopefully getting back on the horse would help shake her out of the funk she'd been in.

Flora wiped the sweat from her forehead as she stood up. Gardening without magic was harder, but satisfying. She stretched, feeling her spine pop back into place. Ah, that felt good. Stopping to enjoy the little things in life, something far too many people, loopers or not, forgot to do. She glanced up. Huh. About time for lunch. She went to sink to wash the dirt from her hands.

Hopefully Techna was doing alright.

Techna was not doing alright. She was right where Flora had left her, staring at the parts on her workbench.

"Do you want lunch?" Flora tentatively asked.

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure, thank you," Techna said, still staring at the parts.

"Techna," Flora said. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Fine."

"You've been staring at those parts for hours. If you're worried..."

"Huh? No no, just fine."

"Techna," Flora said, her voice taking on a long-suffering edge. "I am your wife. If you're having a problem, I'd much rather you talk to me about it than stew in your own thoughts."

Techna considered for a moment, before speaking. "Okay, which you think I should make first, the ultimate backwards compatible media player, a magic-powered jet pack, or a plasma toaster?"

Flora blinked. "Um... The toaster, I guess? You're not..."

"Huh?" Techna said. "Not- oh! No, no, just... Everything got destroyed. So now I have so many things I want to build that I have no idea where to start!"

"Oh," Flora said. "Right. Silly me."

"You were really concerned that I'd let what happened put me off of tinkering forever, weren't you?" Techna asked.

"Maybe a little," Flora said. "I was worried about you."

"Thanks, Flora," Techna said. "You mentioned lunch?"

"Coming right up!" Flora said with a smile. It was good to have her beloved Techna back.

37.4 (Awesomedude17)

Timmy knocked on the door, joined by someone he knew would clear up certain issues.

Flora opened the door to see the both of them.

"Flora, we need to talk." Timmy said sternly.

"Namely, your lying." Dante said with a disappointed face.

Flora blinked and suddenly realized what they were talking about.

"Right, come in."

The trio sat down in the living room. An air of somber feelings permeating.

"Flora, why'd you lie to Helia about where you get your ammunition?" Timmy demanded.

"Unless you forgot the trick I showed you..." Dante trailed off.

Flora sighed deeply.

"I can't trust anyone now."

"Excuse me?"

"Techna's Zord exploded when it wasn't a Fused Loop, and if the Trix are right... someone from this Loop tried to destroy Techna's Pocket. I can only trust Techna and myself... I'm scared Timmy. I'm scared Dante. Someone wants to destroy everything we built up and I don't know why."

The two looked on as tears formed in her eyes.

"I've never felt so... helpless."

Timmy closed his eyes.

Dante stared for the longest time.

"Flora, I think you need to stop your crying and remember something I've learned a long time ago."

"What?" She said with reddened eyes.

"You're never alone." The half demon put his hand on her shoulder.

Timmy opened his eyes and stood up. "We're trying our best to investigate. We know that Stella is really focused on getting the truth. We never believed that Techna was responsible for this for a second. Trust us, because without trust, you won't find out the truth."

Flora looked at both of them and gave a soft, warm smile.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Do not open your Pocket or put anything in there until this mystery's solved. We don't want a repeat of that moment."

"Right. Thank you."

"Good. Also, remember. Magic the bullets into your guns. It's faster that way." Dante smirked as he and Timmy walked out.

Flora sighed.

She needed to talk to Stella, immediately.

37.5 (Jeanne Summers)

When Sansa Wakes, it is not in her childhood room as she expects. In fact, it is not any room she recognises, so she panics briefly as she scrambles out of the bed.

"Sansa?" The young woman turns, gasping as she spots her sister, (older than she's ever seen her, but definitely Arya) looking just as confused as she feels.

"Arya!" Sansa is relieved to find a familiar face in this strange place.

Across the room in a third bed, an unfamiliar blonde flings her hand out of the bed as if to catch something, tumbling after with a sharp yelp.

Before Sansa can cross the room to see if the stranger needs help, she's overwhelmed by a rush of memories, an entire life not her own.

"Ooh, head rush," Arya's voice reaches her ears through the confusion. "So that's what having an entire other life dropped in your head feels like."

It takes Sansa a few seconds. "Other life! So you are aware of the repeats!" Arya looks startled by the accusation. "I asked you! Five times! You said no! You LIAR!"

Arya rolled her eyes.

"You probably just missed me. I missed Jon four times before I found out what was going on."

"JON KNOWS TOO!?"

"Oh come on Sansa, it's not like it's that horrid for you. 'oh no, I'm forced to live in a palace and wear pretty dresses and dine with the queen just like I've always wanted.'"

Sansa has had to much practice hiding her emotions to give in to the impulse to slap Arya across the face.

"How dare you. Do you have any ide- no, clearly not, or you wouldn't say that. You think it was fun for me after father died? Joffrey took me to see father's head on a spike, he made me look at it. That wasn't even the worst thing he did to me. I wasn't safe! I wasn't having fun! I was trying not to die in a place where one wrong word means death, where the only thing keeping me alive, is how much people can get from me not dying! While you were off, gallivanting about doing who knows what I was-"

"Who knows what? Certainly not you! The way you talk, it's like you think I was safe just because I managed to get out of King's Landing. You have no idea what I had to go through, what I had to do and put up with to survive. Of course, if you hadn't been such a spoiled brat in the first place, none of it would have happened!"

Sansa felt like she'd been slapped.

"You think I don't know I messed up?! I know what I did, and I have tried to fix it, but nothing I does matters! I can't do anything to fix things, I've relived it over and over, fourteen times, Arya, three times, I managed to keep us in the North. Three out of fourteen, and I have no idea why it worked when the other times I tried the exact same thing, it doesn't.

"Whether I go South willingly or not, the same things keep happening, nothing I do changes that, so don't you dare say it's my fault. I don't matter enough for it to be completely my fault."

Arya looked like she wanted to hit her then, leap across the space between and attack.

"If I might interject?" The voice is unfamiliar, and coming from the other side of the room. Startled, the sisters look over to the blonde they'd forgotten about. "Hello, I'm Diaspro, it sounds to me like you two are having trouble understanding exactly what the other has gone through." She waves her hand through the air, and suddenly she's holding a box of some sort, a raven and a familiar throne on the side facing them. "I might be able to help with that. Welcome to the Winx Branch by the way. Now Sansa, would you like the explanation of what's going on before or after we work through your familial issues?"

"Before," Sansa did not want to be less informed about the situation than Arya.

"Yggdrasil and the Multiverse 101, then," Diaspro smiled and conjured a screen from the same nowhere as the box.

"That was way better than when I got told, Jon didn't explain it very well, but he was mostly just confiding in his favourite sibling," Arya said, flipping through a brochure, "I liked the pictures."

"Thank you, Bloom did those. This is actually my first time giving the speech, I think I may have over prepared for it, but I wanted to make sure I didn't mess it up." Diaspro turned to Sansa, "so, thoughts, questions, pillow to scream into as your brain explodes?"

Sansa opened her mouth and closed it several times as words failed her.

"We'll just give her a few moments to wrap her head around everything," Diaspro turned back to Arya, "in the mean time, let's get ready for movie night."

"Movie night?"

"Well I say movie night, really I mean we're going to marathon the Hub recording of your baseline. This will take a few to several days, depending on how many breaks we take and how much sleep we have, but hopefully by the end of it, you two will be able to understand each other's point of view a little better."

Sansa only freaked out a little when she came back to herself, only a little, because she was more relieved she wasn't alone, than she was terrified of what was happening.

("I can't believe Jon told you, every time I ask, he said no or brushed me off."

"Well, I am his favourite.")

Also she was distracted by the wonderfully light and crunchy food called Popcorn.

It was odd to see things, like the television, and know what it was straight away, though there was nothing like it in Westeros.

It was odder still to herself and Arya on the screen.

"...I really don't like the 'Destiny' of Westeros," Sansa said softly.

"Me neither. I'm sorry about what I said," Arya admitted.

"So am I. I think father was right, all those years ago, we need each other."

"The pack survives, the lone wolf dies, and Winter is coming."

The sisters twined their fingers, sitting quietly, hand in hand for a long while.

Diaspro watched, amused, as the Stark sisters played with their new magic. They were both taken with it, Sansa erecting barriers and flying around, Arya stepping in and out of shadows, leaving illusions where ever she pleased.

"You really didn't notice I was Awake?" Sansa frowned at her sister, Arya shrugged in reply.

"Honestly, no... although there were a few times when you were acting a bit... not the way I remember, but I just thought that version of you was cracking under the pressure."

"Cracking under the-" Sansa let out a huff, "some sister you are."

"Jon didn't notice either," Arya whined in defence.

"Well we weren't exactly close, he and I."

"Neither were we."

"I suppose," Sansa let out a long sigh, "even my husband didn't notice. I noticed he was acting off."

Sansa let out another sigh as Arya snorted.

"What? Arya?"

"Sorry, just thinking, how long do you think it would take them to notice? Like, not even hiding it, how long?"

"At this rate? Probably a thousand loops."

"Surely someone would notice before that. I mean, as long as you're not hiding it."

The duo stared at each other for two long minutes.

"Want to make it a bet? "

Darkar screamed with fury as the trio of witches ran him in circles, ice, shadow and metal harassing him at every turn.

"What's wrong Darkar?"

"Can't handle a few little girls?"

"And he thought he could take the codex from our school?" Three voices laughing at him.

He screamed again and lashed out.

"So how did it go," Flora asked as the witch trio entered the room, laughing and holding onto each other.

"That was brilliant," Arya exclaimed through laughter, "he was all:" she flailed in an effort to illustrate Darkar's reactions.

"Thank you for letting us deal with that," Sansa added, "it was really..." it was her turn to gesticulate, as she searched for the words to explain what she was feeling.

"Well, I'm glad you had fun," Flora smiled.

"So, three years down, four to go," Diaspro said over dinner one evening, Sansa and Arya pausing, "I think now would be a good time to look at some hand to hand combat for the two of you, and a weapon for Sansa."

"But we have magic now," Sansa debated.

"Yes, but magic doesn't always work, and trust me, sometimes you are going to end up facing someone who can wipe the floor with you," Diaspro ran her fingers through her hair in an odd, self comforting gesture. "I actually have a weapon in mind for you I think you might like, it's a very pretty and graceful art."

"Come on Sansa, at least give it a go," Arya said, stealing another spoonful of potatoes.

"Alright, I'll give it a try."

"Yay!"

"But just so you know, I can use knives. Sort of."

"Oh," Diaspro's face lit up with delight, "in that case here." She pulled a wide bracelet from her Pocket and held it out.

"A... bracelet?" Sansa eyed it with confusion.

"Actually," Diaspro pulled and twisted the bracelet just so, "it's a knife." She held it up so the two girls could see it had indeed become a knife.

"I want one," Arya said immediately, eyeing the blade. Diaspro pulled out a second one and tossed it to her, then showed the girl's how to use them.

"Why bracelet knives?"

"I'm a weapon-smith and a jeweller, weaponized jewellery was going to happen at some point, these seemed practical and stylish, so why not?"

The classes Diaspro signed her up for on Earth were... interesting. Tessenjutsu was pretty and graceful as the blonde had promised, and in going to the classes, Sansa had learnt about something amazingly wonderful: yoga pants.

The were soft and stretchy and she had no idea how she had lived without them. She had procured thirteen pairs, and often sat in a window seat, wearing them under the fluffiest bathrobe in the universe, working her way through every flavour of fro-yo to exist.

Arya preferred worn denim and too-large jumpers, but also agreed on the wonder that was frozen yoghurt.

And pizza.

"So we kill Littlefinger before he can talk Lysa into killing Jon Arryn, and see how much that stops."

"Agreed. We also need to do something about the White Walkers, so we should probably start collecting Valyrian steel swords." The plotting sisters turned, startled at the high pitched whine those words prompted.

"Sorry," Diaspro sighed, "I just really want to get my hands on some Valyrian steel. I'm fairly certain I know the physical properties of the metal," she pulled out a sword, the metal of which was a perfect match for Ice's blade, "but I also understand that the blades are spell forged. I mean, I'm sure I could convince the swords to tell me how to make them, backwards engineer the spells-"

Arya and Sansa turned back to their plotting as Diaspro began to ramble about smithing things.

"He was totally checking you out," Arya said with a laugh as she and Sansa entered their dorm room, arms laden down with the things they'd bought on their day out.

"Well it doesn't matter if was, because I am a married woman."

"How long are you going to keep using that as an excuse?"

"As long as I please," Sansa giggled, then stopped. Arya turned slightly to see what had caught her attention.

"Nice light show," she commented to Diaspro, who was drawing in the air, "what is it?"

"Oh, I was just finally getting around to adding you two to my 'family tree.'"

The Stark sisters stepped closer to the display.

"You have a son?"

Diaspro's eye lit up, "would you like to see his baby pictures?"

"I thought loopers couldn't have children," Sansa said, brow creasing in confusion.

"They can't have non-baseline children, I actually looped in as Cloud's mother, so technically, it's more like cosmic babysitting?" The blonde waggled a thick book that suddenly appeared in her hands, "now, baby pictures?"

The look on her face let the sisters know, saying 'no thanks,' wasn't an actual option.

"We'd love to."

"Sansa, What's wrong?" Arya teleported to her sister's side.

"The loops are ending soon, so I was putting things in my Pocket... but it won't all fit. I know I can conjure most of the things... but," Sansa sniffled. "I just really liked this loop, I liked not having to mind myself every second of everyday, I liked getting to know you, be close to you. I even liked my fan classes."

Arya relaxed slowly, she knew what Sansa meant, having to pick and choose what to keep of this loop, and what to lose forever.

"Do you two want to borrow some infinity boxes?" Diaspro asked from the door, "they can hold an infinite amount of stuff, but I would strongly advise against putting to much in, you will feel the spiritual bloating. Not fun. But all of that should fit fine until your Pockets develop the space."

"Where do we get some?" Sansa asked, hugging several pairs of her yoga pants tightly.

Diaspro pulled two from her pocket.

"Why do you even have those," Arya wondered, having seen the inside of Diaspro's Pocket.

"I collect things."

Sansa spared a few seconds to hug Diaspro before she began cramming her things in the small box. Arya watched the large pile disappear into the magical artefact, before copying Sansa.

"Just remember, do not over fill those, I wasn't kidding about spiritual bloat, it is not a good thing."

When Sansa Awoke in her childhood bedroom, she didn't send out a ping, there was a bet going on after all, but she did send out a magical probe, reaching for the telepathic link Arya had established during their time as members of the Trix.

'I'm Awake,' Arya sent back as she noticed the prodding.

Three pings went off in rapid succession.

'We're not the only ones,' Sansa replied, 'shall we go kill Peter?'

'Yes, let's.'

Something strange was going on, Ned decided. It was a good sort of strange though, he rather enjoyed it. He smiled as his two daughters giggled together in a corner.

"What are you smiling about?" His wife's voice came from beside him, he turned to her and tilted his head towards the girls. Catelyn's eyes lit up as she too began to smile, "it's a miracle, truly we've been blessed."

Even as she joked, Cat felt a flutter of worry. That tiny part of her that had never felt at home in the North tried to speak up, convinced Sansa would be influenced by Arya, rather than Arya being influenced by Sansa, and the sweet little lady she'd been raising would soon be as wild as her sister.

As wild as their aunt had been.

Catelyn slid an arm under her husband's cloak, leaning into his side, squashing the nonsense voice that tried to suggest her eldest daughter would become as much a stranger to her, as her youngest. They were her children, everything would be fine.

37.6 (Awesomedude17)

"-And that sums up what happened to Techna." Stella finished.

"Oh my God, that's horrible!" Tommy Oliver said, shocked.

"I know. I actually came to ask if you had some spare zords for Techna to replace the ones that blew up."

"Of course, but I have to ask. How?"

"Hmm... oh yeah. Apparently, the zords blew up and the Codex within them tried to open a portal. I was so scared, I had no idea what was going to happen."

"It must have been scary. I suppose those were fixed?"

"The Codex is now Read-Only, like those Death Notes. Honestly, I'm kinda paranoid about other powerful things from Alfea and the Magical Dimension."

Tommy sighed.

"Hopefully things get better soon."

"Techna is getting better, for sure... though I noticed Helia has been getting more... how do I say it... withdrawn from everyone else, especially Flora."

Tommy scratched his chin.

"Maybe someone should talk to him."

"Yeah, I guess. I just can't shake the feeling that he's involved somehow."

"Sometimes you're gonna have to trust your gut. In the meantime, let's just go ahead and find solutions."

Stella smiled. "Yeah, you're right."

37.7 (Callii)

Daphne— or 'Danger', her memories filled in for her, which was apparently the custom in this Loop— Awoke standing at a forge. She coughed as the sudden heat hit her in the face, almost dropping whatever she was working on— she fumbled and narrowly avoided dropping it directly onto her foot.

"Careful," said Gobber, watching her with an air of amusement. "Harder to kill dragons with only one foot!" For emphasis, he waved his peg-leg around, doing a little dance.

More dragon-killing, Daphne thought with a sigh. Maybe I'll see if I can find another way, this time.

Well, at least it's still alive.

The Sunset Fury she'd shot down gave her the most unamused look she'd ever seen on a draconic face, flipping its tail up (ostensibly to show off the damage Daphne's contraption had done to it, but Daphne recognized the bird when she saw it). It shifted around, allowing the sunlight to play across its shimmering crimson scales, a color which Daphne abruptly realized she'd seen before.

"...oops."

Her currently-draconic little sister snorted a puff of flame and looked pointedly away.

37.8

Helia stared at his notes. Thousands of pages of observations, dozens of experiments, each of which had failed, but taught him something new. He'd checked his conclusion numerous times.

It was possible. It was possible to fix everything. To set the world right again. All he needed was the right loop. All he needed was to be patient just a little longer, and then he could undo everything that had gone wrong.

He carefully gathered his notes into a single pile. He was done with these. A few more loops and everything would be right again. He snapped his fingers and the pile of paper instantly caught fire, burning to nothing but ash in seconds. Magic was pretty useful, he had to admit, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make to set things right again.

Now, all he had to do was wait for the right moment.

A/N: Uh oh.

37.1: Most loopers have indeed seen things. This is why actual Brain Bleach is served at most looper-run bars.

37.2: Y'know, the fact that they have a holodeck is something the show really could have done a better job of exploring.

37.3: She's back!

37.4: Yeah, that... that sucks. Ouch.

37.5: So, I don't watch Game of Thrones (I know, you can all lynch me later), so I'm not really sure what to say to this. But hey, Diaspro gets to give the Welcome to the Loops Speech! That's cool!

37.6: Not sure how Techna's going to use zords without a morpher, but at least Tommy's got her back.

37.7: ...awkward...

37.8: Well, crap.