Author's note: So it ends here. But it doesn't really ends, you all know, because I already told you there will be a sequel. Its name will be "they just like to fight" and it will be VERY different from what you guys saw me write so far. It's also going to be longer, so I'll have to ask for your patience, because there won't be such a thing as a chapter every two or three days anymore, unfortunately :(
Also, as I said before, I won't be posting anything else this week because I'm going to the Comic Con Experience tomorrow, and I have a linguistics exam on monday :( But next week I'm back! Meanwhile, you can check my "small concepts", written for the Mileven Week. And of course I want to know what you thought of this ending and what you expect to see in the sequel. It's very epic in my head, but I don't know if I'll be able to write something epic. Probably not. We'll see.
Anyway. Thank you all so very much for following me in this little journey, favoriting, leaving kudos, reviewing and everything you can do to show me that you're liking - or not - the story. You have no idea how much your feedback means to me, I'm serious. Now, enough talking and off to the chapter. And let's hope and pray that Netflix brings some ST content to their panels at the CCXP because I miss my babies!
December 18, 1986
Nancy walked on autopilot reading the article one of the archeology teachers had published a couple of years ago. She had a folder filled with articles and magazine issues talking about the same thing, even if slightly. She knew she was jeopardizing her study time, considering that her finals would be next week, but there was only so much a girl could learn about the thirteen colonies.
"WHEELER!" Someone called her before she could reach into her purse to get her keys. Nancy looked over, and one of her neighbors was coming in her direction. "You're Nancy Wheeler, right?"
Nancy nodded. The girl jogged closer, her short black hair falling on her forehead.
"Your brother called. You have a brother called Mike, right?"
"Yeah," Nancy answered, folding the article with one hand only and shoving it in her folder. "When did he call?"
"This afternoon," she said. Nancy felt kind of bad for not knowing her name now.
"This afternoon?" she echoed, shaking her head. Mike knew that she wouldn't be at the dorms during the afternoon, why would he call anyway? "Well, I will call him back, thanks for letting me know."
"No, he left a message," her neighbor said, stopping Nancy from turning the knob. "He actually sounded kinda weird. Nervous, I guess."
"What is it?" Nancy interrupted, feeling nervous herself. "What did he say?"
"It doesn't make much sense, really, but…" she saw how anxiously Nancy was looking at her, and then she talked. "He said that… the lights… were blinking again?"
The words hit Nancy like a punch in the stomach and she gasped, dropping everything she was holding. She didn't see the way her neighbor peaked at the articles with a furrowed brow as she picked them up for her, she was too busy trying to breathe.
"Is that like a sibling code or something?" the girl asked, handing Nancy's things back to her. She got them with numb fingers. "The lights are blinking again," she said again, and finally Nancy breathed.
"Oh God, not again."