"Hey. Hey kiddo wake up." Said a deep voice. You groaned and stirred in your seat. Whatever you were sitting in, it was much more comfortable than the alley ground.
You opened your eyes slowly to see a tall man with dark hair and light eyes looking down at you. He looked older than a teenager and He had glasses perching on the edge of his perfectly chiseled nose. You were leaned back in a chair and you soon realized the man was holding something cold to your face.
"There she is.." he said quietly. You tried to sit up only for him to gently push you back down. "I don't think that's a good idea kiddo." He stood back up straight, leaving the cold rag on your head. Once he wasn't blocking your view, you realized that the three boys who had found you in the alley were there. They were all standing around looking concerned, accompanied by three more boys.
Then you remembered. It was 1982. You wanted to scream at the thought, but instead you kept it in, looking from boy to boy. Scanning their faces.
Rob read your mind. "Matt carried you here once you blacked out. We're on set right now but we don't have to film until tomorrow."
You nodded.
"Oh and these guys." He motioned to the three others you hadn't seen before. "They don't bite."
You smiled wryly. You were in 1982. Surrounded by a group of boys. Of boys who were ACTORS. And you had no idea how the hell you got here.
"My names Patrick." Said the older man. "I babysit these guys while we aren't filming." He chuckled.
"Oh come on Buddy, everyone knows that's Ralph's job." Said a man you hadn't seen before . He was short and muscular with light blonde hair. He gestured to a young looking boy with dark brown hair and big brown eyes. You guessed he was Ralph. He didn't look old enough to be babysitting anyone.
"Ah shut up Emilio" Said Ralph.
Next you looked to the last boy. He had dark hair and light blue eyes. A crooked nose. Oh my-
That was Tom fucking Cruise.
And it was 1982.
You looked at him with wide eyes. He caught your stare and raised his eyebrows.
"What, I got something on my face?" He laughed.
You shook your head. "No.. I just. I thought I knew you."
"One day you will." He smiled. It was a crooked smile. And he was right, one day you would. "The names Tom."
You nodded your head, stopping yourself from saying, "I know."
Matt was looking over at you with eyes of concern. You hadn't even noticed that Patrick was untying your shoe.
"What-"
"We told him you hurt your foot." Matt said coming closer. "Don't worry he knows what he's doin."
"How'd you know?" You asked. He said nothing, just looked down at your foot. It was eh.. crooked.
You almost puked.
Patrick looked up. "You're looking a little green there sweetheart."
You sucked in air through your nose.
"I'm alright." To be honest you really weren't. If you told these guys that you were from nearly 40 years in the future, they would think you're crazy. All these boys were making you anxious. You didn't know how you'd gotten here and you didn't know what you'd done to your foot. And you didn't really want to go through with whatever Patrick was about to do to it.
"Hey guys, lets leave her be for a bit, huh?" Said Tommy, ushering out everyone except for Matt and Patrick. You mouthed a "thank you" to Tommy as he walked out the door of the trailer.
As grateful as you were that Tommy had ushered the boys out, your stomach was turning at the idea of being in a room alone with these two.
Despite the tension, the older man continued to talk to you in a low voice. He reminded you of your dad before he was a drunk.
Matt pulled up a chair beside the chair you were leaned back on.
"Do you know how you did this?" Asked Patrick.
"No idea.." you said. "I woke up in that alley and I don't know how I got there." He hummed in agreement.
"She's from New York, Buddy." Matt said patting your arm.
"Ah I see. I shoulda known from the accent." He said. Patrick had a sort of Western accent. Like a cowboy.
He tasked himself with untying your Nike shoe. You really hoped they didn't have the year printed on them.
Once he was finished with that he looked up at you. "We're gonna have to take this off." He said with sorry eyes.
"Go head." You said bracing yourself. He slid your shoe off as carefully as he could. You winced slightly but refused to make any noise.
Once your shoe was off, your foot didn't look as bad. You cursed yourself for wearing your 5sos socks. They hadn't even been born yet.
"What does that-"
"Nothing." You cut Matt off.
Patrick took your sock off anyway. He was closely looking at your foot. Your toenails were painted red and your ankle was swollen.
"Hm." He hummed while his hand hovered over your foot. He seemed afraid of hurting you.
"I'm fine." You re assured him. "Do what you have to." He furrowed his eyebrows and nodded at you.
"I want to make sure it's not broken. But we can't exactly do an x Ray..." he trailed off.
You looked over to Matt. "Really it's fine. It doesn't hurt that bad." You said.
Patrick shrugged and Matt took your hand with a sigh.
He felt around your ankle, and you weren't exactly sure what he was looking for. But it hurt like hell. You didn't want to react but it was kind of hard. You squeezed Matt's hand a little. He looked over at you quickly. His eyes got wide when he realized you were holding back tears. You didn't usually cry while in pain but today was just too much.
"Patrick stop." Matt said alarmed. Patrick looked up in surprise and met your watery eyes.
"Oh geez honey I'm sorry." He said concerned. "You shoulda told me."
You wiped away your tears quickly. "I'm okay."
Matt gave you a look that said "no you're really not."
Tears pooled over your cheeks again.
"Well it's not broken. I did something like this in dance about ten years ago. It'll heal on its own, you just gotta wrap it up." Patrick said going to a cabinet in the trailer. He pulled out some medical tape and looked at you. "May I?"
You nodded as he started wrapping your foot.
Matt reached over and wiped some tears off your face.
"Cheer up kid, we'll find out who did this to you." He said. You nodded but you knew who did this to you already. You did this to yourself when you wished to be in the past. Well you were sure in the past alright and now you had no home and no way to get back. You fought back a sob. Matt was rubbing your arm squeezing your hand every once and a while.
Once Patrick was done wrapping your foot, he picked you up out of the chair and put you on the couch in the trailer.
"You can rest here. You must be exhausted." He said carefully putting a pillow under your head. He told you to yell if you needed anything and you thanked him for wrapping your foot up.
This left you and Matt in the trailer.
"You should sleep y/n." He said with a sigh.
"I know.." you mumbled, already starting to drift off. You heard him get up from his chair and make his way toward the door.
"Wait." You said quietly. He turned and looked toward you.
"I would love to stay." He said taking the words right out of your mouth with a chuckle.
You smiled and settled yourself in as he seated himself on the floor beside the couch.
He stroked your hair. "Get some sleep y/n" he said softly.
