Me: The first couple chapters are probably gonna be a bit similar to the movie. Mikaela Banes and Miles don't exist.

Oh, I'm stopping this right now. Those of you who want more of this story, you got understand that I'm working on 5 other stories and I'm doing them too.

I can't always be on this one. Why did I bring this up? This did.

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Ok, now that's done with, onward to the story.


Thoughts - Talking
Vision or Dream - *Talking*


Space. Nothing to be seen. Endless black. Then...

*Before time began, there was the Cube.*

The voice was barbarian and strong. A huge cube floats past.

*We know not where it comes from, only that it holds the power to create worlds and fill them... with life. That is how our race was born. For a time, we lived in harmony. But like all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil. And so began the war. A war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death, and the Cube... was lost to the far reaches of space.*

A couple of asteroids are seen moving toward the cube. *We scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find it, and rebuild our home.*

A small asteroid hits the cube, making it stop in its place. *Searching every star, every world.*

A bigger asteroid hits it... *And just when all hope seemed lost-*

sending it down towards a planet down below it. *Message of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called... Earth.*

Everything fades into nothingness. A white light appeared. Before everything turned white, the voice spoke once more.

*But we were already too late.*


Abelia shot right up in her bed, breathing heavily. She brushed back her hair with her hands. "What was that?"

She lifts her hand to move the bangs out of her eyes. "It was a dream, but yet, it felt so..."

Abelia looked out her window. "Real."

Abelia shakes her head and gets out of bed. After getting ready for school, she walks down towards to kitchen and grabs an apple. She heads for the door and was just about to open it when she stopped. She turned and looked around, hoping to spot her parents. They weren't there.

She sighed. "Again, they are not there."

Abelia turns her head to the door and opens it. Walking out the door, she leans against it, tilting her head back to touch the door.

"Figures much," Abelia said, shaking her head, feeling the wood door against her head. Abelia hugs herself, "See you later empty-house-with-no-parents-to-go-home-to. Much later."

Abelia moves away from the door and starts walking down the path of her big house and to the sidewalk.

"Got something planned," she said in a knowing tone, "I finally got enough money from my parents to buy a car from all my birthdays and allowances that I saved up. You would figure people, as rich as they are, wouldn't 'borrow' money from their own kid when they don't need to. And by 'borrow', I mean steal."

She paused, sighing again and tilting her head back to the sky with her eyes closed. "Wish I had someone to talk to besides myself. Give me a curfew, would care if I'm a couple of minutes late, want an explanation."

For an eighteen-year-old girl, she is pretty smart and has a lot of energy. But nothing to do in an empty house besides wish for something to do. Her parents fired her nanny once she turned eighteen and there was no one working at her house.

Shaking her head, Abelia pulls her backpack over her shoulder and continues her way to school on Friday and then, a week-long break from school, counting Sunday and Saturday, so two plus seven is nine days in total for freedom. She now just needed to find out something to do.


A student sits down in his chair after giving his family genealogy report. Abelia was the only one who didn't go yet. Students were chatting over each other which end as soon as it started.

Mr. Hosney, their teacher, stood up. "Alright everyone, quiet up. We still have one more person."

The chatting quieted down. Mr. Hosney looked at Abelia. "Okay, miss Witwicky, you're up."

Tilting her head to the side, Abelia got up with her bag and went to the front of the class. Looking back at the teacher for permission to begin. He nods.

"Watch this," Abelia hears.

Abelia's senses were a lot sharper than others, as she found she can hear almost every convention in the calf or hallway. She would notice things others wouldn't with her eyes. But one thing she did like was that it was hard for her to forget things. Even if she didn't understand it at all.

Abelia looks at the class. "Okay. For my family genea-"

Just like she wouldn't forget the rubber band that hit her on the neck. Students laughed as she looked at where it came from. She cast a glare at Trent with his girlfriend of the week, Malibu maybe?

Of course, of all the classes for 'Mr. Watch This' to be in, it just had to be this one, Abelia thinks.

The teacher called out. "Who did- who did that? People! Responsibility."

Responsibility? Trent has no responsibility what-so-ever. He's an overgrown child at times she thought with a smirk. Mr. Hosney raised his hands for her to continue when he sat down.

"Okay," Abelia started, ignoring the chortling the students were doing.

Abelia's eyes twitched, but plastered a smile on her face, knowing that she would win them over.

"For my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my great-great-grandfather, who was a famous man, Captain Archibald Witwicky, a very famous explorer. In fact, he was one of the first... to explore... the Arctic Circle, which is a big deal."

The last sentence got their attention. Abelia smirked. Got them.

"In 1897, he took forty-one brave sailors straight into the Arctic Shelf. So that's the story, right? After I did the research, I wondered how they have gone around on boats and ships so I did a little digging in my attic and found some of the basic instruments and tools used by nineteenth-century seamen. Like-"

Pausing to pick up two basic instruments from inside her backpack, "The quadrant and sextant."

Abelia smirked when she got laughter.

Glancing at Mr. Hosney for a second before she continued.

"The quadrant was an instrument used for taking angular measurements of altitude in astronomy and navigation, typically consisting of a graduated quarter circle and a sighting mechanism while the sextant was an instrument with a graduated arc of 60° and a sighting mechanism, used for measuring the angular distances between objects and especially for taking altitudes in navigation."

Putting the instruments down, she continued.

"Anyway, back to the story. Unfortunately, my great-great-grandfather, the genius that he was, wound up going blind and crazy in a psycho ward, drawing these strange symbols and babbling on about some giant iceman that he thought he'd discovered, but I never knew what he found."

Abelia shakes her head. "Even though he died crazy, he made one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind."

Students looked at her, wanting to know what it was.

"Unfortunately, like all of you, what he found was made a secret. I don't even know about it and it drove me crazy for the past week trying to find what he found."

Abelia groaned just like the students in agony. Abelia looked up at the ceiling. "Oh, great-great-grandfather, please help your great-great-granddaughter and tell her what you found that was made secret."

The students laughed. Abelia putting the instruments in her back backpack before pulling out one last thing. A glasses case.

Opening it, she took out her great-great-grandfathers glasses.

"These are pretty cool. These are my grandfather's glasses. I haven't quite gotten them appraised yet, but they've seen many cool things. I'm not sure if I want to get them appraised yet. From being worn by him back then, then yeah."

Laughter from the students. Abelia put the glasses back in her backpack. She glanced up at Trent, the only one who didn't laugh, to see him glaring at her. Putting her bag on the table she opened a spare glasses case that was blue and put her grandfather's glasses in there, leaving the black one empty with a little note inside.

Not even glancing at the clock, Abelia said, "15 seconds till the bell rings."

Years of school sometimes helps with timing. That and Abelia saw the time on the clock when she went up. But as the students got ready to leave, Abelia felt sudden dizziness that caused her sway and hold her head.

"Are you ok, Abelia," she heard her teacher ask her, getting some of the student's attention on her.

"Yeah, I think so," Abelia said, rubbing her head.

Opening her eyes a bit, when did she close them again, all she saw was white.

She then added, "Nope."

Then her back met the floor as her legs gave out. She could hear some students shouting her name, some students gasping, and the teacher hands touching her shoulders, yelling for someone to get the nurse.

Everything faded out and the white turned to black.


Earth
Location: Qatar

Abelia opened her eyes and saw that she was a military suit. Looking at the windows, she saw that she was in a bald man's body. She felt that part of her mind was closed off. Before she could ponder, a voice called out.

"Colonel Sharp, we have an inbound unidentified infiltrator, 10 miles out."

The man she was in walked over to him. Lending down he could get a better look. Sharp spoke into the mic on his head, "Unidentified aircraft, you are in restricted US military airspace. Squawk ident and proceed east out of the area."

No response and the aircraft kept coming to the base.

Sharp grabbed a radio that was on a desk a few feet and spoke into it, "Raptors one and two, snap to heading two-five-zero to intercept. Bogie is in the weeds ten miles out, not squawking."

He then spoke to the aircraft, "Unidentified aircraft, we will escort you to US SOCCENT airbase. If you do not comply, we will use deadly force."

*Why do I feel something's bad about to happen,* Abelia thought.

The F22 pilot spoke to them through his mic, "Copy the bogie. Tail forty-five hundred X-ray."

An officer typed it into a computer and got the results, "Sir, says here 4500 X was shot down three months ago. Afghanistan," the officer said, handing him the paper.

*What,* Abelia thought.

"That's got to be a mistake. Check again, then recheck," Sharp said.

*This feels weird. I'm in someone's body, yet when he speaks it feels like I'm speaking. Hmm, I think this is a vision. Yeah. This is a vision,* Abelia thought.

"I did, sir. A friend of mine was on that chopper," the officer said.

*Ouch. That must suck for you.*

Sharp walked away, looking down at the paper.

*Somethings not right here.*

The officer then spoke to the aircraft, "Unidentified aircraft, we will escort you to US SOCCENT airbase." It felt like an hour went by, but it was only a couple minutes. The sun was halfway done setting. The F22's landed on the runway.

"Radar, where's the inbound," Sharp asked.

"Bogie's five miles out, sir," the Radar officer said. Couple minutes later, Sharp had a pair of binoculars and was looking through them at the aircraft which was landing.

"Forty-five hundred X. Something's not right," Sharp said to himself.

*That's what I said, or thought, a thirdly minutes ago,* Abelia said.

Soldiers started to pull in where the aircraft was landing.

"Bogie's on the deck," an officer spoke into a mic that echoed to the place the Soldiers whereat.

Sharp walks up to the Radar officer only to hear. "Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Radar's jammed." The computer glitched, flickering.

"It's coming from the chopper," he said, making a grab for the phone only for the lights to shut off for a second. The rest of the computers glitched.

*Something bad is about to happen,* Abelia thought, not liking this.

Sharp walks over to the window where Soldiers are pointing their guns at the aircraft and says, "MH-53 pilot, power down now."

The aircraft powered down and then Sharp spoke again, "Have your crew step out or we will kill you."

*Dude! Wrong thing to say,* Abelia exclaims.

Then something happened. Something that shocked Sharp and Abelia to the core of their hearts. The aircraft, transformed, into a giant robot. As it was, the soldiers fired their guns at it.

"My God," Sharp said breathlessly as the thing stood up on its legs.

The robot fired back at the Soldiers, killing them with ease. Then, it fired a missile at the ground, killing everything in range. Sharp ducked as glass went flying.

*What is that thing,* Abelia screamed.

After a couple firing, the robot tore off part of the ceiling. It grabbed a generator and made a screeching/rumbling type sound. Sharp got up and run down to the place.

"Go! Move! Move," Sharp yelled, shoving shoulders and people out of the way.

Sharp froze in place when he saw the robot. He then made his way to a computer. Multiple files were coming up.

*It's going after the files, but why is it,* Abelia thought.

"It's going after the files! Cut the hard lines," he ordered to Solider trying to open the hard-line mainframe.

"I need a key! It's locked," the officer shouted back at him. Sharp got up, grabbed an axe that was on the wall and ran to the locked mainframe. He pushed the officer back.

"Move! Move! Uh," Sharp ordered

The officer stayed behind Sharp, ready to help if needed. Sharp chopped at the hard lines. While Sharp saw the hard lines, Abelia saw nothing but white. She closed her eyes.


William Lennox sat in the chopper, looking at his team. They were being transported to the base in Qatar and was a couple of minutes away. He has his eyes closed, resting his head. Then he felt it. Opening his eyes, he realized that he felt different. Feelings that were not his seeped into him. He felt dread but this slowly faded away. He felt something in his mind like something was in there. He didn't know why, but he felt something was up with his head suddenly.

He didn't have long to ponder about it when Figueroa, one of his friends, spoke.

"Oh, God, five months of this. I can't wait to get a little taste of home," Figs said, "A plate of mama's alligators étouffée... Mmm."

Figs made a face like he was remembering the taste. Will turn his head to look at Figs. He felt a smirk, but it wasn't his and it was mentally. Then his best friend who was listing to music on his I-pod with earplugs in his ears, Epps, spoke.

"You've been talking about barbecued 'gators and crickets for the last two weeks," Epps said, pointing to Fig, "I'm never going to your mama's house, Fig. I promise."

"But Bobby, Bobby-," Fig said.

"I'm never going to your mama's house," Epps commented.

Will heard a chuckle. He glanced around and saw that the others couldn't have made it. Besides, it sounded female and sounded like it was in his head and sounded young. What was going on? Had he cracked?

"Bobby, 'gators are known to have the most succulent meat," Fig says, trying to sway Epps.

"I understand," Epps said, looking like he doesn't care. Figs started talking in Spanish.

*Spoke to fast for me to understand.*

Will glanced left and right. No one spoke and again, it was in his head. It was a thought, yet it wasn't his thought at all. He felt a mental eyebrow raise. Was something in his head?

Epps glanced up and mimicked Figs.

"English, please. English," he said after he was done mimicking.

*Do they always act like this?*

Will let out a silent shakily breath. The idea of something in his head was coming more clear. Figs continued to talk in Spanish at a fast pace.

*Still can't understand.*

Will decided to add his own two cents in the argument to see if the voice was his imagined playing tricks on him.

"English. I don't- I mean, how many times have we- we don't speak Spanish. I told you that," Will said, looking at Figs.

Figs started with him, "Why you got to ruin it for me, man? That's my heritage." Figs went off into Spanish.

*Still to fast to understand.*

Okay...not his imagination.

"Fine. Go with the Spanish. Whatever," Will said, lifting his hand to end the argument. Everything was quiet for a while, a tension that no one spoke up about.

*Will someone end the tension!* The female voice begged.

Will blinked, the voice sounded young.

Donnelly then decided to end the tension, "Hey, you guys remember weekends? Huh? The Sox at Fenway. Cold hotdog and a flat beer."

*Really? That's is what you guys do on weekends?*

Will fought a smirk. "Perfect day," Epps said.

"What about you, Captain? You got a perfect day," Figs asked him.

*Captain? I'm inside the Captain of this teams mind? Talk about high rank.* The voice joked.

Ignoring the voice, Will answered, "Nah, I just can't wait to hold my baby girl for the first time." His team started to tease him. 'Awes' went around by the Soldiers.

"He's adorable," Donnelly said.

*A Daddy Captain who wants to go home to hold his baby girl. How sweet of you.* The voice teased him.

Oh great, now the voice was teasing him.

"That's too-" Epps didn't get to finished what he said cause Will interrupted.

"Shut up," he ordered with a smile.

The voice laughed. Will found that he couldn't deny that there was a presence in his mind. There was a happy silence for a couple of minutes. Will could fell boredom start to spill into him. Not his boredom. Not wanting to deal with that in his head and wanting some answers, he let his head fall back into the metal behead his head and closed his eyes.

*Who are you and why are you in my mind?* He asked, seeing if he could make contact. Will felt the shock that the voice made. The silence in his head lasted only a half a minute. Then...

*You can hear me?* The voice tested.

*Yes. I can.* He said back to confirm it.

*Well, I don't know why I'm in your mind. One minute I'm in class, the next my back meets the floor and everything goes white, then black. Then open my eyes and find that I'm in a guy's body.* The voice explained to him.

So, she, whoever she is, doesn't know why she was in his mind. She doesn't sound like she is lying and he could tell.

*Me?* Will guessed.

*No, not you. Another guy before you. But being inside him felt like a vision.* The voice said to him.

*What do you mean?* Will asked.

*In him, it felt like part of my mind was closed off. In you, it feels like part off my mind that was closed is now open, like the present.* The voice explained it to him.

*So, you have no idea why or how you're in my mind?* He had to ask.

*Yes. Sorry if I freaked you out a bit. I thought you wouldn't be able to hear me like the other guy.* The voice apologized.

Will smirked. *It's alright.*

Before this, if someone told him he was going to have a chat with a female voice like it was normal in his head that had no idea how she got there, he would have thought them to be crazy and out of their minds.

*What's your name?* The voice asked him.

*My name is William Lennox. You can call me Will, but I prefer Lennox. And your name is what, 'Ms. Voice'?* He added the last part as a joke.

Chuckling filled his head.

*Abelia. My name is Abelia Witwicky. Nice to meet you, Lennox.*

*Doesn't Abelia mean lavender in a way?* He noted, having on hearing it before. Yeah, when his wife and him were going over baby names.

*Yes, it does.* The voice chuckled.

*Well, it's nice to meet you, Abelia Witwicky.* Will mentally formed a hand wanting a handshake, seeing if that will work.

Abelia mentally formed a hand and shook his mentally formed hand. *Nice to meet you too, Will Lennox.*


Opening her eyes once more, the first thing she realized was that she was wearing an army suit again. The second thing was that she was surrounded by other people in army suits. The third thing was she was on a chopper. The fourth thing was that that part of her mind that was closed earlier was opened now.

She felt dreadful. What had happen? Was Sharp okay? Did that even happen or was this some part of weird dream. She didn't know, but the dread started to fade as she looked around the chopper. The man next to her, Figueroa, how did she know his name, spoke.

"Oh, God, five months of this. I can't wait to get a little taste of home," he said.

"A plate of mama's alligators étouffée... Mmm."

The man she was in now turned his head to look at him. She saw him make a face of remembrance. She smirked, but didn't feel her mouth make one physically, but did it mentally. Another man with earplugs in his ears and I-pod in his left hand, Epps, spoke.

"You've been talking about barbecued 'gators and crickets for the last two weeks. I'm never going to your mama's house, Fig. I promise."

"But Bobby, Bobby-"

"I'm never going to your mama's house."

Abelia chuckled at the child-like behavior the both of them were throwing at each other.

"Bobby, 'gators are known to have the most succulent meat."

"I understand," Epps said with an I-don't-care expression on his face. Figs started talking in Spanish. Now, Abelia understands Spanish, but Figs said it to fast for her to understand, what happened before also being a factor.

*Spoke to fast for me to understand.* Abelia thought, raising an eyebrow.

Glancing up, Epps mimicked Figs, "English, please. English," he said after he was done mimicking.

*Do they always act like this?* Abelia questioned.

Figs continued speaking Spanish at a fast pace.

*Still can't understand.*

The man she was in added his own two cents, "English. I don't- I mean, how many times have we- we don't speak Spanish. I told you that."

Then Figs started him, "Why you got to ruin it for me, man? That's my heritage." Then he spills of into Spanish.

*Still to fast to understand.* Abelia thought.

"Fine. Go with the Spanish. Whatever," the man said, lifting his hand to end the argument. Abelia couldn't stand the tension. It was too silent!

*Will someone end the tension!* Abelia begged.

A man with glasses, Donnelly, spoke to end the tension, "Hey, you guys remember weekends? Huh? The Sox at Fenway. Cold hotdog and a flat beer."

*Really? That's is what you guys do on weekends?* Abelia asked herself.

"Perfect day," Epps said.

"What about you, Captain? You got a perfect day," Figs asked the guy she was in.

*Captain? I'm inside the Captain of this teams mind? Talk about high-rank.* Abelia joked.

The man answered, "Nah, I just can't wait to hold my baby girl for the first time." His team started to tease him. 'Awes' went around by the Soldiers.

"He's adorable," Donnelly said.

*A Daddy Captain who wants to go home to hold his baby girl. How sweet of you.* Abelia teased him.

"That's too-" Epps didn't get to finished what he said to cause the man interrupted.

"Shut up," he ordered with a smile.

There was a happy silence for a couple of minutes. Abelia started to feel boredom start to make its appearance in her, not knowing what to do. The man she was in leaned his back and closed his eyes. It was silent for a second before...

*Who are you and why are you in my mind?*

Abelia was shocked. He heard her thoughts or was it just her imagination? Did he really hear her speaking inside his head? She was silent for about half a minute. She had to know if he heard her.

*You can hear me?* She tested.

*Yes. I can.* He said back, confirming it.

*Well, I don't know why I'm in your mind. One minute I'm in class, the next my back meets the floor and everything goes white, then black. Then open my eyes and find that I'm in a guy's body.* She explained to him.

It was true, she didn't know why she was in his mind. She wasn't lying when she said that.

*Me?* He guessed.

*No, not you. Another guy before you. But being inside him felt like a vision.* Abelia said to him.

*What do you mean?* he asked.

*In him, it felt like part of my mind was closed off. In you, it feels like part off my mind that was closed is now open, like the present.* Abelia explained to him. And honestly, it felt like that too.

*So, you have no idea why or how you're in my mind?* He asked her.

*Yes. Sorry if I freaked you out a bit. I thought you wouldn't be able to hear me like the other guy.*Abelia apologized.

She felt him smirk as he said, *It's alright.*

*What's your name?* She asked.

*My name is William Lennox. You can call me Will, but I prefer Lennox. And your name is what, 'Ms. Voice'?* He added the last part as a joke.

Abelia couldn't help but chuckle at the nickname he gave her and the little joke.

*Abelia. My name is Abelia Witwicky. Nice to meet you, Lennox.*

*Doesn't Abelia mean lavender in a way?* Will noted.

*Yes, it does.* Abelia chuckled, surprised that he knew that.

*Well, it's nice to meet you, Abelia Witwicky.* Will mentally formed a hand wanting a handshake.

Abelia mentally formed a hand and shook his mentally formed hand. *Nice to meet you too, Will Lennox.*


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Until next time.