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It’s been a long, devastating day -- a long, devastating few days, actually.
For all her hope of seeing her family again, for some reason it hadn’t really clicked for Allison that having them all together again meant they would probably be going back to the future together. And that hadn’t seemed like such a hard decision to make until she had to look Raymond in the eyes and tell him about herself, about her siblings, about all the millions of ways their lives were different.
She wanted to stay, to go back to the warmth and love that had filled their home over the last year, but she knows she can’t. She doesn’t belong in 1963, doesn’t belong separated from her family. She doesn’t belong with Raymond, no matter how much she wants to spend her life with him.
As night falls over the farm and they stagger back into each other’s orbits, Allison realizes they’re alone now, all six of them. Whatever lives they’d built and whatever connections they had in Dallas, those are all gone now - either by choice or by fate.
They’re alone, but they’re still together, and this is what Allison has wanted -- has yearned for -- for the past two years.
Traveling through space and time is not exactly the most pleasant experience from what she remembers, but it's so much better when the moon hasn't just been blown up. She takes their hands as Five readies the briefcase, and Allison swears she is never going to let them be separated again.
Standing there, heart thumping, completing a circle with all her siblings again for the first time in two years as the briefcase starts to light up to take them home...it's nice.
It's nice for five whole seconds.
Allison comes to stumbling in the middle of a sidewalk, gasping like she's just had the air sucked out of her lungs -- and maybe it has? She doesn’t know what time traveling multiple times does to a body -- and none of her siblings are there.
"Goddammit," she curses, bracing both hands on her knees as she catches her breath.
"Five?" Allison looks up, tries to place the time she's in, but all she can see and hear is Christmas.
Not again.
"FIVE!"
For all her hope of seeing her family again, for some reason it hadn’t really clicked for Allison that having them all together again meant they would probably be going back to the future together. And that hadn’t seemed like such a hard decision to make until she had to look Raymond in the eyes and tell him about herself, about her siblings, about all the millions of ways their lives were different.
She wanted to stay, to go back to the warmth and love that had filled their home over the last year, but she knows she can’t. She doesn’t belong in 1963, doesn’t belong separated from her family. She doesn’t belong with Raymond, no matter how much she wants to spend her life with him.
As night falls over the farm and they stagger back into each other’s orbits, Allison realizes they’re alone now, all six of them. Whatever lives they’d built and whatever connections they had in Dallas, those are all gone now - either by choice or by fate.
They’re alone, but they’re still together, and this is what Allison has wanted -- has yearned for -- for the past two years.
Traveling through space and time is not exactly the most pleasant experience from what she remembers, but it's so much better when the moon hasn't just been blown up. She takes their hands as Five readies the briefcase, and Allison swears she is never going to let them be separated again.
Standing there, heart thumping, completing a circle with all her siblings again for the first time in two years as the briefcase starts to light up to take them home...it's nice.
It's nice for five whole seconds.
Allison comes to stumbling in the middle of a sidewalk, gasping like she's just had the air sucked out of her lungs -- and maybe it has? She doesn’t know what time traveling multiple times does to a body -- and none of her siblings are there.
"Goddammit," she curses, bracing both hands on her knees as she catches her breath.
"Five?" Allison looks up, tries to place the time she's in, but all she can see and hear is Christmas.
Not again.
"FIVE!"
