Why did those names sound so familiar? He wondered softly before whimpering in pain as more memories hit him with a horrible force.
His parents had recently died in a car accident that his sister was in and now they currently had their aunt Jenna l...
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Alfie Summers now Gilbert, cursed whatever God decided to fuck with him. Of all the places he could have been sent, he had to go to somewhere he knew nothing about.
Why not Doctor Who, where he could run around with a 900 year old Timelord and travel around time and space. No.
What about supernatural, helping Sam and Dean save the world from the apocalypse and Angels and Demons and all other monsters. No.
Or even Merlin or Teen wolf, hell even One Upon a fucking time! No.
But of course that wasn't possible because he was sent here, off all places! And why a Gilbert! From the little snippets he had seen in passing, where the most trouble magnetic family alive!
Sticking his middle finger up towards the sky, Alfie closed his eyes and began sorting through his memories.
His name was Alfie Gilbert, twin brother to Elena Gilbert. The twins didn't get along. At all. He was the older brother to Jeremy and best friends with Caroline Forbes.
Their parents had recently passed away after going to pick his sister up from a party she wasn't supposed to go to, which had caused Jeremy to turn to drugs to cope and Alfie had stopped talking, only speaking to a select few.
Thinking of his new brother and sister he couldn't help but think back to his family. How would they react when he never made it home? Would they be worried? Would they catch the person who did this? How was his mother coping? Did his dad slip back into his old policing ways? Was his brother watching over his sister?
Alfie sniffed, he just wanted to go home. But at the same time he was home, this was his home too, but it wasn't.
Alfie shook his head, getting himself all confused. What did he do? Would he have to carry on as Alfie Gilbert?
"Alfie! Get up, I'm not telling you again!" Came the whiny voice that he know knew was his sisters. Rolling his eyes he grabbed the pillow from behind his head and threw it had at the door causing it to rattle before hitting the floor with a small thud.
With a huff Alfie decided he was going to get the day over with so he could come home and try and fine a way back to his own home.
Flinging the covers off his muscled frame, Alfie padded across the bedroom, walking through a door he remembered was his bathroom.
Pulling down on the rope switch, the room was engulfed in a pink haze of light. Looking up with frowned brows, Alfie was struck with another memory of Jeremy helping him put in a colour changing lightbulb.
Looking towards the sink, he spotted the small plastic remote that controlled the colour. Clearing his throat, he pressed the white button turning the light clear so he could see properly and walked towards his black tiled shower.
