Alright, I read The Sweet Far Thing (finally) and I loved it! Except of course, for the fact that our favourite ex-Rakshana member died. But I wanted to know what happened next, so, I wrote this. Enjoy!

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The clock strikes eleven, and I am sitting in my New York dormitory, attempting to make some sense out of the math problems sitting on my desk.

(N x 3π / 5²) ³ = 10³

What on earth am I supposed to do? Do I find the value of N? And if so, how?

I can't solve the bloody bracket because of the N, and I don't have a clue how to isolate it. What sort of math has the letter N in it anyways? I've always hated the letter N. Stupid N. Nasty, Notorious, Normal, Never, Need, N.

Absentmindedly, I begin to tap my pencil on my desk, and wonder if I could somehow use my magic to finish my mathematics for me. I stare out the window, and I wish that my dorm partner, one of the only other girls at the university, was here with me.

My dorm partner, Isabelle, is the brightest student at the University. She could finish these problems in minutes, without getting stumped once, whereas I seem to be having problems with every. Single. Bloody. Question.

Unfortunately for me though, Isabelle has gone out with her family (Who all are here with her, I might add), and shall not be back until later.

Family. I never truly appreciated mine, until they were all gone. Father passed away a few months ago, from his tuberculosis, his report says, but I know better. It was addiction, and extreme depression that did him in.

The day he left, I noticed that he had a small wooden case with him. When a crew member of the boat asked if father wanted help carrying it, father held tighter to it, and shook his head violently. I knew then, what was in the case, but I was too embarrassed to stop him from bringing the opium aboard. Now I wish I had, for then my father might have been alive.

And my brother Tom? Tom married Cecily.

On the day of my departure, he came up to me and grinned, saying that he had charmed one of my friends in to marriage, and then I saw Cecily, appear by his side, as if by magic. I can visualize what happens next so clearly, that it is as if I am re-living it. She gave me a smile that was somehow full of venom, and yet, polite, and said,

"Why Gemma! Are you leaving London?"

"Yes, for America. I shall go to university there."

Cecily's smile widened and she leaned in to me, saying in a low voice that my brother couldn't hear.

"So you've finally realized that a girl like you will never make it in this society, have you? I always knew that you'd fail. But at least you're cleverer than your oaf of a brother here. He doesn't even realize that I'm to marry him for his money."

I slapped her. Hard. The word, hard, here meaning that the sound of it echoed throughout the harbor, made everyone stare at me, and that the right half of dear Cecily's face will never look the same again.

Tom looked at me with shock in his eyes, and said quietly, but firmly, " Get lost, Gemma. Cecily, dear, let's leave."

The memory of that still hurts me, although if I were to do it over, I'd slap her again.

"Gemma? Are you still awake?"

Isabelle has returned, and is smiling gaily about the wonderful time she probably just had with her family.

I turn to face her, "Obviously."

"Right, stupid question, so are you still working on those math problems?"

"Yes" I say. "But I'm having trouble. Could you?"

Isabelle smiles, "Of course."

While she explains the problems to me, I look at her, closely. She has a never faltering smile, and she is as carefree as a girl can get. She joined the University on a whim, not to pave her own path as I did, and has no plans for the future.

She is also beautiful, with mahogany curls and light brown eyes. Suddenly, she takes the pencil I hold from my hand, and starts to write the solution to my math problem down. When her hand touches my own, I feel something. A spark, a tingle.

I think that I know what it is, but I can't be sure. Suddenly, I feel a burning on my collarbone. I look down, wondering how on earth a hot piece of coal could have reached my collarbone, and I see that it isn't a piece of coal. It is the crescent eye.

The pendant glows brightly, and I have the sudden urge to unleash my magic. Desire to let go of the magic pounds within me, and it feels stronger than it has since before I restored the magic back to the realms. I must let go.

"Gemma? Gemma!" Isabelle is screaming, and I realize that I have fallen to the floor, and am clutching at my necklace.

"Gemma, are you alright?"

"F-fine" I manage to whisper.

"Gemma you scared me. I…"

Isabelle looks at my neck, surprise written all over her face. "Where did you get that necklace?" she asks.

"It was my mother's."

"I have the same one!! And it was a gift from my mother as well! Isn't that a wonderful coincidence!"

My mind is reeling. If she has the necklace, then that means…"Isabelle, have you ever heard of an organization called the Order?"

"What?" She asks while rummaging through her jewelry box for her necklace.

I sigh. She doesn't know of the Order. I try something else. "Isabelle, do you…do you believe in magic?"

A funny look passes over Isabelle's delicate features, and she turns to face me. "Why do you ask?"

"Isabelle, answer me."

She looks at me closely and finally, she says, "Gemma, can you keep a secret?"

Ha, what a question. "Yes, I can keep a secret."

"Well then, come to me."

Obediently, I approach her, and she says, "Take my hands, Gemma."

I do, and then Isabelle closes her eyes in concentration. The world fades out, just as it does when I am about to have a vision, and then it fades back in again.

We are now in our dorm closet. "So, you have the power to teleport? Move from one place to another with magic?" I say to Isabelle.

I did not know that teleporting was possible. The Order, and everyone else has always said that our power was only in illusions. What else is there that the Order does not know about?

I make to leave the closet and go back to our dorm, but Isabelle grabs my wrists to stop me. "Actually, Gemma, teleportation isn't my power. I can-"

But she is cut off by our bedroom's clock striking eleven. Again.

My heart pounding, I open the closet door a crack to peer into the dorm room. I see a red headed girl sitting at my desk. She glares at my math problems, and then looks out the window, tapping her pencil.

With a jolt, I realize that she isn't a random red haired girl. I am looking at myself.

I turn back to Isabelle and say urgently, "Time travel? Time travel is your power?"

Isabelle nods, and says, "Gemma, why are you so unsurprised by the magic? You act as if you've been experiencing magic all your life." Isabelle chuckles, but I don't reply. "Gemma?" she asks.

But I don't listen. I have only one thing on my mind.

Time travel

I could go back in time, and stop that monster Cecily from marrying my brother.

Time travel

I could save my father.

Time travel

I could…No, I shouldn't get my hopes up. But I can't help wondering if...

Kartik

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Yes I know, it's very AU, but I sort of need that right now. Review! I'd really love some feedback on this.