Alright guys. This is a sequle to my other story, A Cross in Time, you should read that one before you read this one. So, I do somewhat have a life so the update schedule is a little spread out. If you have a suggestion just write a review or PM me. Also, I would like to thank everyone who read, followed, favorited, and reviewed the prequel to this story. Thanks guys, you make my day! This chapter is a little on the short side but please enjoy!

Central Park, 1917

Two figures walk down a long dark path, periodically lit with a street lamp. The taller, lanky one a step behind the shorter, both their long coats open and fluttering in the breeze. With the tall trees on both sides of the men and the late night fog still heavy, it would be easy to loose sight of each other quickly. They couldn't let anything distract them as they neared their destination; a place where the trees thinned out while surrounding a running fountain where fog seemed to roll off in waves. The few lights around the fountain illuminated the scenery, giving it an eerie, ominous feeling. The shorter one kneels down beside the fountain and starts to dig.

Holmes' POV

I'm sitting in a rather comfortable arm chair in the room the guys chose to share. I wanted to ask them a favor but it seems they've already gone. During their absence I let my mind wander.

It's been three years now. During the three years that we've been back we've missed our comrades terribly. We've taken many trips here to New York so the guys could bury letters for our friends in the future. I've never actually had the courage to write to them for fear that it will feel like goodbye all over again. But somehow, I've finally managed to write one.

I hear the door open with a soft click on well oiled hinges before I see their faces. I unfurl from the ball I had been in and wait until they notice me. Watson startles, drawing Lestrade's attention towards me.

"You really must stop doing that Holmes." Lestrade laughs.

"What? And deny myself the enjoyment of scaring Watson?" I smile back.

"I wasn't scared." Watson mutters.

His comment is ignored by both of us.

"Why are you in our room?" Lestrade says turning back to me from shrugging off his coat.

"Well, I was hoping to catch you guys before you left but I guess I missed you. I wasn't exactly willing to walk out into that." I gesture out the window. "Just to follow you."

"Oh? And why is that?" Watson asks.

"I wanted to ask a favour. But I can wait until the next visit." I say.

"Next visit?" Lestrade questions.

Watson seems to clue in a moment before Lestrade does.

"You have a letter!"

"Yes. But as I had said, I can wait until our next visit. You both just got back and I assume you would like to rest." I answer.

"We could take you in the morning?" Watson offers as a question.

"Besides, at the rate your father's going with suitors, you may not be able to come back next time." Lestrade cuts off my argument before I actually start it.

"I can decline all offers I wish. And I'll be damned if I do not come back here on our next round! I'm not something to be controlled." I calm myself down as I stand from the chair.

"Holmes. One day, maybe soon, there will be a suitor you won't be able to pick apart and use your excuses with." Lestrade reasons.

"I can try. I don't see why I even need a suitor, I'm only 17. Besides your father's are trying to get you nice young ladies as well." I huff the last part.

"Well wake you in a couple hours. Go to bed Holmes." Watson says.

"Fine." I sigh as I head to the door. I hesitate with my hand hovering over the handle.

"Do you ever wonder what could have happened?" I ask the room quietly.

"Every night." Was the only reply, equally as quiet.

I leave the room and head back to mine. I still can't sleep very well and have no sleep pattern. Don't get me wrong, I've gotten more sleep since returning to my time, but when I wake up I always feel more exhausted than ever. I haven't told anyone it's gotten worse, they don't need to worry. I lie down on the bed anyway. I close my eyes, hoping I might get a little sleep.

A few hours later, as promised, there's a soft knock at my door before it opens and someone shakes my shoulder. I open my eyes still wide awake, I guess it's another night with no sleep. I slowly sit up as if my mind is still plagued with sleep.

"Let's get going." Lestrade says, tossing me my coat.

"Glad to see you got some sleep there Holmes." Watson says from his spot at the door.

"Mmhmm." I rub at my tired eyes then put my coat on.

I walk to the door and out into the hall with the guys, just about to shut the door before I turn right around and walk back in. I get a look from both Watson and Lestrade before I pick up the bundle of letters off the nightstand and hold it up to them as I walk back. I close the door tightly then set out down the hall with them. We go out the back exit to avoid the doorman and start walking to the park. It looks less foggy than it was late last night. Granted, it's sill early morning. We have to do this while no one is around so we don't get in trouble.

Once we make it to the park the fog becomes slightly thicker because of the surrounding trees. I marvel at the sight for a moment before continuing. Eventually we make our way to the fountain and I see thin clouds of fog hovering over the water, being pushed by an invisible hand to the edge of the fountain and building in thickness there. Watson gets down and lifts a loose stone and digs slightly. There's a small metal box that's just larger than both my hands. I place my letter bundle in then everything is put back the way it should be and Watson stands back up.

"Do you guys think we could walk past where the building will be?" I ask as we start walking again.

"I don't see why not. Lestrade?" Watson answers first.

"Yeah. Sure." Lestrade's response makes his thoughts send like they're elsewhere.

The walk is a good distance but helps me clear my mind. We stay silent for the whole walk, but it's a comfortable silence. We reach where the building should be. Right now, it's just an empty lot, but it doesn't take much to imagine the tower standing tall right here.

"I can't help but think of everything that's happened. But, has it gotten any easier for either of you? The powers?" I ask.

"I don't have as much opportunities to test mine as you or Lestrade, so honestly, I have no idea." Watson says.

He's also grown taller in the three years, about an inch or two. But he's right. There's not many opportunities to go and heal people without questions asked. Because Lestrade now can turn into a shadow his eye sight has gotten bad, to the point he must wear glasses. But as the shadow, he sees perfectly fine.

"I'd like to this I have it under control now." Lestrade says.

As for me? I stay out of the public eye a much as possible. I fear I might disappear then reappear in front of them and the repercussions that would follow.

"I haven't had time to practice. I don't want it to happen when I'm around people but I figure that's when it's most likely to happen." I say.

"Why don't you practice?" Watson asks.

"Why should I?" I question back.

"To be in control of it." He replies.

"I just want to be normal. Well, my normal self, not some freak." I sigh.

"Face it Holmes, we were anything but normal before what happened. At least if we can control our powers we can put them to good use." Lestrade turns to me, expressing his opinion.

"Hey, stop that! I'm supposed to be the smart one!" I smile and laugh. He brings up good points though.

"We should head back. We leave today anyway." Watson breaks the silence that had settled over us.

I nod and gesture for him to lead the way. We head back to the hotel and enter through the back door again. We're silent the whole time, even as I break away from them to get back to my room. Time passes in a blur from there and before I've realized it, we're back in London taking the train home.

"You've been awfully quiet Holmes." Lestrade breaks away from his conversation with Watson.

"Lost in thoughts. That's all." I eat when I notice him looking at me.

"About what?" Watson asks.

"Just thinking." Is my only response.

We get off the train three stops later then head our separate ways.

Luca's POV

The living room is quiet with the majority of everyone at the park checking the box. I've opted to stay here this time because we just finished our class and I didn't sleep last night which lead me to have ing a bad headache. I was planning on having a nap to sleep it off, but Ethan, Sáráh, and Cam had asked me to join them in watching a movie. The four of us being the only ones here right now I agreed because it will be quiet, the lights will be dimmed, and I could probably still fall asleep.

That's how I'm here. Just waiting for Ethan to start the movie. Cam took up half the couch I claimed so I made sure to stretch out completely. Sáráh ran to the kitchen to make everyone popcorn and there's still going to be extra. When Ethan and Sáráh are done and everyone has popcorn, they grab a couple bean bags and lie down on them.

Half way into whatever movie we were watching I was starting to doze off. That is, until that Stark twins come running in the room loudly.

"They did it! They actually made this drop off!" Damion yells.

I wince before peeking over the edge of the back of the couch.

"I take it there were letters?" Cam asks rhetorically.

"No shit." Jamie deadpans.

"Point being, there's more than usual this time." Jen says tossing me a small bundle.

I barely catch it and almost fall off the couch in the process. I give her a glare to hide a wince before I glance down. I see my name scrawled across an aged envelope on top of several others tied with brittle twine. I sit up and undo the twine noticing the other envelopes are addressed to everyone else. I pass them off to Cam and carefully open mine.

Luca

It's been a long time, hasn't it? I apologize I haven't written sooner but I was afraid of opening old wounds and that I'd have to say goodbye again. I'm good at many things, but saying goodbye is not one of those things.

Isn't it a twisted kind of funny that by the time you read this, if it's even preserved long enough, that I'll already be dead? I wasn't aware how much one person could miss someone until we came back to 1914; I've always had Watson and Lestrade by my side. I guess time really is our enemy here, Watson and Lestrade miss Jennifer and Jamie terribly.

I wish I could talk with you and everyone like we used to, an actual conversation. I can't hold one by myself like Jamie and Damion.

It's too bad you guys can't send us letters. Then it wouldn't really be goodbye, would it?

I wish you well, Luca. Good luck with your future endeavors.

A. Holmes

"Yeah, I wish we could send you guys letters too." I mutter quietly.

Jamie's head snaps up.

"Say that again." She demands.

"What?" I ask, completely confused.

"Repeat what you just said." She clarifies.

"What?" I smirk this time.

"Oh don't be such a smart ass! Before that." She huffs in annoyance.

"I wish we could send you letters too?" I ask not understanding where this is going.

She full out squeals, loud and long. I cringe away from her and shrink back further into the couch.

"What if we could?!" She yells.

"I'm not following." Cam says giving her a reproachful glare and glancing at me.

"Send them letters! We could build a device similar to the one that brought them here and we could test it by sending letters. Eventually maybe we could even go there!" Jamie speaks faster as she gets more excited.

"And just how do you plan to do that? You never saw the device." I snap, the pain in my head getting to me.

"I'm a Stark, I can hack into S.H.I.E.L.D. duh. If they have a file on it, I'll find it. Besides I'm just trying to build something for the letters right now. Dame, come on. Banners too." She says leaving the room.

"I'm just going to go to my room to rest." I sigh getting up and leaving everyone.

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A month later Jamie is calling all of us down to her lab. She just finished the device and wanted to test it because according to her calculations, Holmes, Watson and Lestrade should be leaving London in a day to send the next letters.

"Alright. I'm pretty sure I've pinpointed where they are and this should work." She says as we enter the lab.

"Pretty sure?" Cam asks.

"Yeah. 88% sure." She replies while flipping some switches.

"What about the other 12%?" I ask.

"Probably of failure and that I'm wrong." She says, glancing up quickly and looking at everyone before she continues.

"Okay, we have power. Time to test!" Jamie get excited as she grabs a piece of paper and quickly scribbles something down.

She places it on top of the device and steps back to stand with us. For a moment nothing happens. Jamie frowns.

"Oh! I know what I forgot!" She runs back over and I move to follow so I can make sure she doesn't hurt herself.

She does something to some cords connected to the back and turns around as it starts making a whirring sound as it starts up. There a flash as she starts to walk back towards me and the note on top is gone, but she freezes in place.

"Jamie?" I call reaching out to her.

Her body starts to fade and I'm quick to grab hold. Now I can't move. I can see everyone else scrambling over to us now out of the corner of my eye. I feel a hand grab onto my shoulder and never leave. What's happening? Is this supposed to happen?

Next thing I know, everything is black and I feel nothing.

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