Down The Rabbit Hole

twelve

Logan's not sure what happened. One minute, she's on her way home with her best friend and the next, they are swerving off the road to avoid hitting a girl in the middle of the road.

Now, she didn't know what. She is laying in something, probably grass, with a pain exploding from behind her eyes.

She really needs to figure out to use this ability. This is getting ridiculous. She would like to enjoy the places she goes without being shot or having anything broken.

Wait... Did she even travel this time? It's quite possible she got thrown through the windshield. It would explain the pain.

Her eyes open with maximum effort, the cloudy sky confusing her slightly. It was night when that crashed, if she remembers correctly.

She sits up, holding her still hurt ribs. There's no car in sight and there's not forest or road. She's traveled.

But there's only one problem.

The problem lets out a low groan, raising her head to stare at the blue haired in slight confusion. Logan doesn't know what to say.

Harper didn't seem to be that hurt. The only thing that would be concerning is that there's a cut across her cheek and there's blood on her shoulder, either from her cheek or a whole other wound.

"What the-" Harper begins to say, but pauses, glancing around in even more confusion, "Where's my car?"

She's never traveled with another person before. She didn't even think it was possible. She must've been touching her or something.

Logan begins to start to get to her feet, her head pounding. Maybe it's a side effect for traveling through time. It's probably why she sleeps so much after she teleports somewhere.

Harper glances at her friend, her mouth opening in a silent o when she realizes what is happening.

"You fucking time traveled?" Harper squeals, her hands going up to her hair as she begins to pace around, "How the fuck did you manage that?"

"I don't know," Logan answers honestly, "Let's go find someone. Usually, they find me, but I guess..." She trails off, touching the wound on her head with a wince.

"What? Who finds you?" Harper asks as Logan looks out at the place they have arrived at.

"The people. The pirate. The cowboy. The guy wielding an axe. Usually, I travel where there's someone near. Maybe it was only a coincidence." Logan's eyes travel over the tall grass and shrubs.

"Logan, what the hell are you talking about?" Harper seems a little exasperated, but the blue haired girl easily ignores her friend.

She starts to walk, her eyes on something that the red head couldn't see. Harper follows her eyes, seeing something brown in grass.

"Hey," Logan lightly kicks the man, "We need your help."

The man lets out a low groan, swatting her legs away while turning over.

Logan stands for a moment for bending down and sighing. Then, she screams. Loudly. The man sits up in fright, narrowly missing bonking his head with her's.