But I'm A Time Travelling Cheerleader!

Chapter one: Jesus Shitting Christ on a Bike...Made of Condoms...In Space!

Tallulah wakes with a groan, making slow work of bodily rolling herself over to smash her alarm into submission. When she finally hears the telltale crunch of complete digital alarm destruction she rolls back onto her back and huffs, blinking up at the peeling glow in the dark stars tacked lamely to her ceiling. 

She stares at them for several whole seconds before starting violently and bolting upright. Fucking N words where was she. Eyes darting around the room she's quick to realise she doesn't recognise where she was at all. After throwing herself out of bed and plastering her face against the window of the unknown bedroom she's only mildly reassured by the fact that she's still definetly in belfast. 

Great bouncing bollux she thinks as she leans her head against the cool glass of the window pane. She was dead. Like very dead. Like victims of the Mona Tone splitting incident levels of dead. She distinctly and viserally remembers the violent bone shattering ache of dying an infentesimal amount of times over a near infinite number of timelines. It really fucking hurt actually but that was besides the point. She'd done it and that was meant to be the end of it, no more Tallulah, no more ender dragon and creepers and flame scorched skies. Celly and Rebelle live happily ever after, alive. Roll credits.

Tallulah felt sick, and also like she might burst into wet, gloopy tears. HSe didn't have much time to dwell on either of those facts though because a voice called out from downstairs, "Oi, mon petit prawn cracker! Yer breakfast is ready, come eat before I've to leave!" 

Tallulah takes a deep breath before turning to face "her" bedroom door. She could stay in this room if she really wanted to, she was basically a god after all it wasn't like anyone could stop her but, she knew that voice and she missed it. 

Okay Batman, let's do this!

she looks to her left and sees and obscenly fluffy pair of rabbit slippers, slides them on her feet and makes her way downstairs to what she supposes is her kitchen. She sees the backs of two men as she tentavly slides into the island chair closes to the door. She's pretty qick to fold her head into her arms and rest them on the counter when the voice from upstair pipes up again, 

"You better have all your shit packed babs because yer ma's to drop your sisters off at school n she's not got the time to be faffing about waiting for you." 

Tallulah doesn't know if she actually had packed all her bags, hell she doesn't even know where she's supposed to be going but she still mumbles out, "Yeah dad, don't worry..."

She's forced to sit up when a mechanical whirring by her ears ears startles her. The sight she's met with probably startles her tenfold. Enoguh that she nearly drops out of her seat.

The mechanical whirring, shich is an arm by the way, deposits a plate where her head used to be before the body it's attached to pipes up, "Better eat that quick kid, your pops right, your ma really doesn't have the time to wait around for you to- hey what's with that face? You're gawking at me like a right mook"

Normally Tallulah would snap that she was staring but clearly, nothing about this was normal and she totally was staring into the grey-blue eyes of James Buchanan Barnes. Like from the movies. Jesus shitting Christ what the fuck!? 

"Seriously kid, what's up? You're starting to give me the heebie-jeebies now." Actual real life Bucky Barnes says to her as she gently prods her shoulder. Tallulah just casts her eyes down to stare at the part of her arm he'd just touched. So definetly real then. 

"Good morning my lovely family, how are we all on this fine morning!?" Another voice sounds out chipperly. Another one Tallulah recognised and- Fuck.

"Mummy!" She wails out, flinging herself upward like some mentally r worded six year old and straight into Lauraleigh's arms.