UPDATE: 01/9/2020: Guess what I'm also reviving? Yup, this story. Just like with Alternate Reality, I want to give this story another shot since I know it has the potential to be better. FYI, Chapters with date stamps have been fixed. Nothing that changes the plot, though. Just grammar and sentence structures.

Warning: This story is rated M for violence, language, adult situations, and maybe semi-explicit sex in later chapters. You have been warned!
Disclaimers: Profit is not being made off this story. The Lost Boys are credited to the writers Janice Fischer and James Jeremias! Of course, owned/distributed by Warner Bros. Not that I don't wish I could own it. . .
Theme: Adventure/Fantasy, Horror with Dark Humor, and with a touch of Romance.

Readers note: This story is yet another inspirational piece inspired by some other similar Lost Boy Fanfics on this site. Naming a few: "A Dark Gift" by Kiki Kendall, "Thou shall not" by Sweetest Days, "Lost in the Lost Boys" by Aleks27, "Alone in the Dark" by Archiac, and " Sweetest Days" by OnlyNoodles. I have decided to write this story to capture my own view in this certain style and predicament; being related to the Emerson's being said predicament. I don't know how often I will be able to update this story in general though since I'm pretty neck-deep in my current fic: Alternate Reality but I will do what I can, yeah. Anyways, English is not my first language but I will try my best! If you see any mistakes please feel free to PM me! This story does not have a beta tester/reader at the moment so I'm sorry for any mistakes that will most likely occur.

Reviews and positive criticism are always encouraged and appreciated! If you like what you have read then please tell me so I know people are interested in reading more~

If you had asked me how I'd expect my day to go, I would have answered with something along the lines of boring. I have a routine and a dull one at that. I wake up, I study, and then I work. The only excitement in my life is going grocery shopping or reading a good book. So, when my day did an entire one-eighty on me, saying it was unexpected doesn't really amount up to how caught off guard I truly was…

|CHAPTER ONE: CHASING FATE|

The first thing I heard was my cat, Aki, calling out to me in her feminine meows while her little white paws bounced across my covers. I could feel them digging into the grooves where my limbs made crevices. The sound of faint purring reaching my ears even before a fuzzy face nuzzled my own. There was no doubt in my groggy mind that Aki wanted to be fed and wouldn't stop pestering me until otherwise.

With a tired groan, I cracked my eyes open to be greeted with a pair of green ones. My little orange fluff sitting on my chest as if it was her own personal throne.

"Alright—alright, I'm up," I grumble before shifting my weight into a seated position, stretching. Now pleased with me, Aki hurriedly jumped down to scurry away. Probably straight to the kitchen knowing her. "Though, I wish you'd let me sleep in." I continued even if my cat could no longer hear me or even cared.

I adopted Aki a little over a year ago from the street, well, technically she adopted me. You've probably heard this story before where an animal waltzes up to a person and they decide to take the stray home. Well, my cat walked right through my front door.

It was around late October when one day I opened my door, planning to go down to the gas station just a few blocks away when a frizzled looking kitten dashed into my house in a panic. It was as if she magically appeared on my doorstep, and when I turned around to see what the world ran between my feet, there sat the saddest looking thing. A sickly brown mess with tufts of fur missing and one eye sealed from infection.

I stopped my earlier pursuit for some coffee and turned my attention fully to the sad excuse of a kitten, and the rest is history. In all honesty, Aki is like my child.

After giving my body a good stretch, going through the basic methods of touching my toes and reaching for the sky, I officially made my way into the little kitchen. Most of my days are pretty laid back compared to the average life of a twenty-something-year-old. At least as far as I have been told.

I don't physically attend colleges since all my courses are online. I don't party much because clubs give me a headache. And my 'job' is me being a self-employed artist. To top it off my best friend is my cat. Though I do have some friends that I chat with through instant messengers and so forth—not counting clients. Basically, I treat my free days as extra lazy days where I generally prop my feet up and watch shows, read, or even play video games. How exciting, right?

I go through my routine of feeding Aki, making myself a bowl of cereal, and booting up my computer. Nothing fancy for a good solid hour. Just me checking my social media and responding to comments. Eventually, I know I should run some errands and push away from my desk.

Fifteen minutes must have passed before I'm standing by the front door, shoving earbuds into my ear and pocketing my phone. I traded out my comfy clothes for more athletic wear. Why not make a run to the store healthy with a jog? The market is only a mile away anyway.

"I'll be back in a bit," I called out to my cat while zipping up the jacket. Although winter was another month away that didn't mean the autumn air wasn't chilly. I already had my phone set to my alternate rock folder, the music assaulting my ears pleasantly.

That was my first mistake. The second mistake was not looking to see where Aki was before opening the door.

As soon as I did, Aki made a run for it. Triumphantly escaping the warm and loving confinements of my home—her home for roughly a year now, and I stood there like an idiot. Never had she ever made a mad dash like that. In all the twelve months I've babied her, Aki appeared content with her newfound home. Yet now, now the orange ball was flying down the apartment steps. Quickly I pulled my door shut and ran.

Have you ever had to run after an animal? That shit ain't easy.

I couldn't help but curse under my breath as I watched her scurry across the street with gusto. Clearly, she knew exactly where she had to be and in a hurry.

"Aki!" I hollered as my feet kicked off the last step of the stairwell, bounding after her. "What the hell, cat!?"

Again, I blame the distractions. I blame the music still blasting in my ears as I stared at the cat's fleeting form, my vision narrowed in like a missile. And I was so close to nabbing her before I barely heard it. My feet just hitting the asphalt of the little two-lane road separating the apartment complexes as someone pressed hard on their car horn. Hell, I hardly had time to register the sound, though on reflects my head turned to face the loud noise cutting through my music. In that split moment where everything seemed to slow down, I caught sight of silver, and then it immediately sped right back up.

I didn't have time to respond. I didn't have time to think. All I knew was that I was flying before tumbling over something unforgiven, then I felt weightless until I came crashing down. The hard impact jarring my body across the cold harsh ground, the asphalt eating away at my skin— and fuck it burned. It felt like my whole body had shot up in flames.

Faintly within my jumbled up thoughts, I could hear a woman calling out to me. Her words were bouncing back in forth like a noise traveling through a tunnel as I stared at the road in a daze. Along with the stranger's voice came the sound of car breaks coming to a squeaking halt around me.

And that was it.

My eyelids fell, sealing themselves without my permission, and darkness swallowed me. My vision, my mind, my everything. Then a jerking motion alerted me out of the black void and I jolted forward, my hands coming up to embrace myself on instinct. Within seconds my gaze focused on a tan dashboard in front of me and the confusion fully set in.

"Hey, relax. I was just avoiding a pothole." came a somewhat familiar voice to my left. Slowly I lowered my hands while turning to face them. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Hey, you okay? Did you have like a nightmare or somethin'?" His voice quiet as he continued to shoot glances at me, his focus mainly resting on the dark road stretching out before us.

No, I'm not okay.

There was no mistaking that curly brown mop on the boys head or the slightly tan complexion from basking in the Arizona sun. Not even those bluish-grey eyes and that slightly crooked smile even if it currently creased downward with worry. I honestly could not believe who was sitting next to me, but there he was in all his glory behind the steering wheel. Nope, no mistaken it. That is Michael Emerson.

A little nagging feeling tugged in my gut and I glanced behind me, over the seat. Two sleeping forms came into view. Sam and Lucy Emerson. Nanook ears perked up as my gaze landed on the malamute. I blinked at the dog before a hand on my upper arm drew my attention back over to Michael.

"Alex, is everything alright?" Well, that was my name—more like my nickname, but it was the only thing making a lick of sense right now. Yup, this entire scene playing out before me should not be happening.

This has got to be a dream...

I swallowed, trying to calm my racing thoughts. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I just had a nightmare." I finally answer him, falling back on his own assumptions. At that, the teen relaxed a little and began to pay more attention to the road.

"Wanna talk about it?" He offered, and I shook my head.

"Nah, it's okay. It was kind of, uh, morbid." I try to steer the conversation away, not entirely sure what I would tell him anyway. Maybe getting hit by a car...

"Yeah, so? When is something not morbid when it comes to you?" He gave me a glance with a lopsided smile. "Besides, what kind of brother would I be if I didn't listen, huh?"

My brother? Did he—he did. Oh, wow.

It's like I've been thrown into fanfiction, I thought as I blinked owlishly at him like a dimwit. Michael just bestowed upon me the magical title of being related to him, of being an Emerson. That's like a dime a dozen in the fanfic world. Yup, this totally has to be a dream. But if I had to make a guess, it did make sense. Why else would I be in this car right now? I mean, sure I could be like a hitchhiker or maybe even Mike's girlfriend or something. I mentally shivered that idea away. He may be good looking, as far as eighties actors go, but I've never found Michael to be attractive in that way.

So I guess sister it is. I can work with that, yeah. I've read enough sibling fanfics to get by. Hmm, I wonder if I am younger or older than Michael...

"So? Gonna' tell me?" Michael verbally nudged me back to the present moment. I didn't even realize that I was silent for that long.

"I, uh, I can't recall the dream in detail anymore," I mumble out as I turned to face forward completely. My eyes falling to the dim light off to my right where the sun is beginning to rise.

"Well, alright." he basically shrugged off the little interrogation. "I think you should get more sleep or somethin'. You're being a little 'space cadet.'" he playfully bantered. I could even hear the smile in his voice. I shook my head at him with my own, not wanting to come off anymore bizarre than what I've already managed to accomplish in the few minutes of being here.

From then on it was quiet between us.

I watched the sun climb over its wall of land in silent contemplation, letting it all settle in piece by piece. The sheer idea that I just got hit by a car only abruptly to appear inside one was ridiculous. Not only that, but a fictional eighties character is currently driving said car. And despite this universe being a fandom that I love and even wrote fanfiction for, it is the world in which the paranormal and supernatural exist.

Oh yeah, there is no way that this is not a dream...