(Aight', this one is a total mess but I HAD to get this one out.)

(In this one, the Pack are strewn across time, and have to find time rifts to return home. At this point, the Pack have all escaped back to the present. Jerome and Lachlan are the last to arrive back.)

"Come on, come on," Mitch said in a begging voice, a cutlass attached at his hip bouncing against his leg with quick 'clack's. "How much longer will this stay open?"

Rob, cradiling a broken shoulder (that he claimed he got from being dropped by a particularly devilish pterodactyl), looked down at the weird looking mechanical device in his hand, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Preston, still wearing steel plated armor from whatever time he had ended up in (he had said something about Merlin and a dragon), peered over Rob's shoulder to look at the device.

"Only a minute." Preston said with a worrying frown.

"We were all able to return here, where could they be?" Vikk sighed, still wearing a (very uncomfortable) suit that he had grabbed while helping solve a murder in Victorian London, only years apart from where Mitch had ended up.

Lachlan and Jerome were the only ones who hadn't come back from the past, and evidence had pointed to the two of them having somehow ended up together... Some where.

Growling, a look of intense worry on Mitch's face, he opened his mouth to speak, when, as if on cue, there was the sudden gust of wind in the air and the boys watched in awe as the space in front of them rippled, before what seemed like a portal opening up in front of them.

The rift (the professor had called it "the gate") shifted different, swirling colors as they heard was seemed like two distorted voices from the other end.

"Jerome! There it is!"

"I see it! Come on, almost there!"

"Ten more seconds!" Rob called out worriedly.

"JEROOOOOOME!!"

"YAAAA-HOOOOOO!"

Without warning, something came through the portal.

It was a gorgeous white mare, running out of the rift in a brilliant flash of light. Jerome was sitting on top of her, yelling triumphantly as Lachlan screamed from behind him, his arms wrapped around his friend's waist.

The portal closed just as the horse skidded to a stop, it's hooves kicking up dirt as if halted, Jerome and Lachlan taking heaving breaths as they realized that they were home. Lachlan promptly fainted, falling off the horse and into the grass.

Out of the speechless Pack, Mitch was the one to finally speak up, pointing at the white mare.

"Jerome... What's that?"

Jerome tilted his head to the side, but instead of looking at his mare, he looked up at the cowboy hat resting on his head.

"... A stetson?"

Mitch face-palmed. "I meant the horse."

"Ooooh." Jerome nodded with a innocent smile, reaching up his hand to pet the mare's neck, who snorted indignantly.

"So, her name's Betty..."