The next day I came out to the living room to see nobody. They were all beaten up after yesterday's events. I bet they wouldn't wake up till noon. I sat on the couch nervous to explain everything to the rest of them. Mark didn't believe me, Bon was mad, and I don't even know what Phil was thinking. And Margaret. Caring, sweet Margaret who brought me in in the first place. She'd be the hardest to face.

Bon came out with a cigarette and a wet towel around his neck. Probably like a hot water bottle or something. He sat on the couch across from me without a word and picked up a book to read. "Good morning," I told him quietly. He didn't answer.

"I'm really sorry about everything, I didn't tell you because I was afraid of what you'd think. Now I realize it doesn't matter what I say, if I lie about it, I lose everything." Not a word. "Bon, are you listening?"

"'M reading," he said.

"No you're not."

"Yes I am."

"Bon, the book is upside down!" He sat there a moment before laughing. I laughed with him and he set the book down.

"Sorry I thought I could get away with it." His smile disappeared and he cocked his head. "How can you have time traveled? It's not possible."

"I thought that too. But here I am."

"Prove it."

"What?"

"Prove you're from the future. I'm sure you have some futuristic thing with you huh?"

"No, but remember the first day I came here and we all sat in my room talking, and- and I said all girls have phones in the bathroom?"

"Yes..." Bon narrowed his eyes.

"I don't mean telephones. I mean cell phones. They're mobile and you can message people and play games-"

"Really?" he asked.

"Y-yes. Almost everyone has them." Bon smiled.

"I'll be looking for them." I gave him a half smile. I didn't have the heart to tell him what would happen to him. We had enough drama going on already. "Sorry I was such an arse to you before, I didn't know how to react."

"It's completely fine, you had every right."

"So you and Angus make out?"

"You mean make up."

"No," he smiled.

"No we didn't. But he did tell me he liked me last night."

"He did? Took him long enough." We both sat there staring at the rug. "Too bad you're from two different times."

"Completely different," I agreed. Angus came out of his room half asleep but in a good mood.

"Speak of the devil," Bon whispered to me. "About shittin' time Angus."

"I haven't gotten up later than any other day Bon."

"No, you finally told Hannah your heart's desire. Mal proposed to Linda quicker than you ever talked to her," he laughed.

"Pardon me for givin' it some time. Did you drink all the tea Bonnie?" Angus asked looking in the fridge.

"I just woke up. Maybe Hannah drank it all."

"That's not true. I'm actually not the biggest fan of tea."

"More for me then," Angus smiled at me. "None for any of us if I can't find the dang pitcher."

"I'm washing it Angus, you drank it all yesterday, remember?" Margaret said walking in.

"Why you little tea hog!" Bon joked.

"Alright, I'll make more. And it'll be much better than your tea Bon," Angus said.

"Ladies love my tea. They line up at the front door with concert signs that say 'Bon's Tea' on 'em. Written in tea."

"Ladies spit my tea out just to drink it a second time," Angus said.

"Irene paid me to make her tea."

"She paid me twice as much."

"Hopefully you two are still talking about a drink," I said. "Margaret-"

"Please don't apologize love when you've got nothing to apologize for," she smiled. I smiled back and gave her a bear hug. "For all it's worth, I'm gonna miss you when you leave."

"If I leave. I'll miss you more."

"Not possible love."

"Trust me, anything's possible."

Phil and Mark came out sometime later. I apologized to both of them and they forgave me. Mark not as easily as he was still skeptical but Bon backed me up. They each started asking questions about the future and I told them what I could.

"What about us huh?" Phil asked. "We still going strong?" I swallowed nervously. And told them the truth.

"AC/DC is the one of the biggest bands of the world."

I stayed with them another week, every night spent thinking it was my last. The heat had shut off and the whole house was an ice cube. Did anybody else wonder why the weather was so cuckoo in the first place? One night I stood by my window and watched the snow pour down. The door opened and Angus came in slowly. He closed it behind him and walked up to me still slow. "What's the matter?" I asked.

Every night this last week Angus had been acting weird. He'd stare at me and wouldn't look away making me a bit uncomfortable. When I looked at him he'd smirk and I glanced anywhere but him. I thought it would stop but it seemed to have progressed. It's like he wanted something. Something I couldn't (and wouldn't) give him. But he didn't know that.

He kept walking to me backing me up against the bed. "It's awfully cold in here," he said lowly.

"It's cold in the whole house," I answered.

"Your room seems colder."

"I wouldn't know why, the window's closed." He laughed a little and stared at me. His eyes held a longing for something, which was very different from his ever present gentle eyes.

"I'd hate for you to be so cold and alone," he smiled.

"I'm fine, after a week you start to adjust."

"I can help, this might be your last night here." I tilted my head.

"What do you mean?"

"Thought I'd warm you up a little." Oh no, I'm not thinking so. Panic city central, population me. He leaned forward and kissed me. And again. And again. And he wasn't stopping. There was something different about these from the last one a week ago. Forceful. Lusty. He took his hands out of his pockets and put them on my waist. My hands went to his chest to keep some distance between us but he didn't get the memo. Our lips broke apart and he panted a little.

"Any warmer?" he asked between breaths.

"I- I guess," I stammered. Angus smiled and leaned in again. "Angus-" I started but he didn't listen. His lips caught mine and my heart sped up. If he didn't stop, I could go in a panic.

My first instinct was to freeze. Maybe he'd stop once he knew I wasn't participating. Instead he slowly pushed me down on the bed and that's when my skin crawled. I knew what his intentions were. I could go back any day now and he knew it too. He wanted to spend the night with me before I left for potential good.

My skin turned clammy and my heart leaped out of my chest. Angus moaned longingly. His kissing got faster and a little rougher. His legs straddled mine on the bed while he hovered over me. This was torture and I couldn't get a word in edgewise. I attempted to push him a little but he only settled closer. He was a lot stronger than me. Two hands wandered from my waist to the tops of my thighs while his pants got heavier. He stopped kissing me for a split second just as my breathing hitched. That pause gave him the opportunity to start sucking on my neck.  Adrenaline coursed through my veins and I felt a sudden surge of strength. Before I knew it, I pushed him off me. I guess he wasn't expecting that 'cause his landing was harder than I figured.

Scooting back to the corner of the bed, I hid my face in my knees. Breathing was nearly impossible. My eyes were soaked and I felt horrible for hurting my friend. "What the hell was that for?" a confused Angus said on the floor. I heard him struggle to stand and I curled up tighter. God knows what he was thinking, God knew what I was thinking. "What's wrong?" Angus took a seat next to me. My hair was brushed out my face and two arms wrapped safely around me. "Hey, don't cry. You're alright," he shushed me. "Shhh... it's okay."

"No it's not," I whispered. "I'm sorry, I h-hurt you."

"You start hyperventilating and crying and you're worried about me?" he asked. "I never knew you felt this way." He pressed his lips against my hair and rubbed my back. "Care to tell me why?"

"It's been happening ever since I was little. Like s-something happened to me. Anything like that done to me or anyone scares me. I- can't-c-can't stop it." I wiped my eyes on my arm. "That's why I panicked in Indiana."

"But the only one doing anything was- oh," Angus said. He'd been associated with both my outbursts but in no way would I blame him for my 'issue'. "I'm sorry, if I'd a known-"

"Please don't blame yourself, I should have told you. I guess I should have told you a lot of things." My breathing calmed down but my vision was still blurry. "I'm sorry I pushed you off the bed." He hugged me tighter as I leaned into him.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. You're pretty strong you know," he chucked. "I just, I know you might leave any day and I wanted to, you know, before you left. But if you feel uncomfortable I'd rather just hold you like this. If you don't mind that is." I gave him a hug.

"Of course not." We leaned back on the bed to be more comfortable. "This is okay," I told him, my eyes red. My voice was cracked.

"That's good, you feelin' better?"

"Much." I buried my face in his neck and snuggled up next to him. This was much safer, and I started falling asleep. Angus must have thought I was already out. He kissed my forehead and whispered in my ear before I drifted off.

"I love you."