Being an alien on Earth isn’t easy. Cie knows this. She is an alien, and she is, in fact, stuck on Earth. She arrived in 1910, and now it’s 2020. To say the time she has spent here has grated on her would be an understatement.

Cie brushes her long, green, curly bangs out of her face, lightly using her nimble fingers to twist the bangs behind her right ear. She scowls at a strange machine that looks an awful lot like an archway with a bunch of wires poking out of it. She has short brown hair and bobs her head along to some rock music she’s listening to at the moment, mouthing along to the lyrics that no one but her can hear through her green and silver headphones. She wipes a bit of sweat off her creamy face, her fingers running over green triangles beneath her eyes that are part of her skin.

Her green eyes light up as she studies the archway with wires poking out of it, and she unplugs one of the wires, switching where it’s plugged in with another wire. Nothing happens and she frowns. She reaches past a jagged piece of metal and screws a bolt on the archway tighter. As she pulls her arm back, the metal digs into her skin, ripping it, and causing green blood to spill from her arm. She huffs as she rips a strip of the hem of the green two-piece dress she’s wearing off, using it like a bandage to wrap up the bleeding arm.

The green blood stains the white gloves she’s wearing, and she rips them off, tossing them to the side. Frustration is written all over her face as she shakes out her arms. The golden bands she’s wearing tinkle lightly and then she stamps a foot. Her leather boots make a resounding boom on the metal floor of her laboratory and she groans.

The young alien huffs as she turns away.

“This is hopeless. I’ve been working on this stupid portal machine for two weeks straight, and I haven’t even gotten it to turn on yet.” She mutters.

Her teeth are brilliantly white, as if she brushes her teeth but doesn’t eat very often. She’s not very tall, about five feet tall, but her head brushes up against the top of the archway she’s been working on as she turns and walks through the doorway.

“It needs some sort of stronger power.” Cie mutters, and then she glances at the jagged metal piece that she’d cut herself on.

Her green blood oozes down the metal piece and she grins as if she’s just had an epiphany.

“Supernova blood is a very powerful energy source. Maybe I could use this to power the portal machine.” She says as she rips the metal piece out of the machine, jamming it into a slot with a hastily scribbled note that says, “Power source?”.

Immediately the lights in her lab go out, but there’s a small silver light that flickers on in the center of the doorway. The alien girl quickly backs out of the doorway, staring at the light as it grows. It starts out as a small spiral, and then there’s three distinct colors in the doorway spinning but staying in the doorway. Silver, black and light pink spiral around in a hypnotic pattern. The girl stares at them, entranced, and then three figures fall out of the strange spirals, landing in a dogpile. The spirals vanish, and the lights come back on.

The alien winces as she sees three strangers are now in the middle of her lab, in a pile in the doorway.

“The machine wasn’t supposed to bring people here. It was supposed to help me leave Earth!” She groans.

The three people groan as well, and the alien girl storms over to them.

“Get up!” She huffs as she yanks the person on top of the pile to their feet.

The person stumbles, but Cie steadies them. The person is female, with long blonde curls, creamy skin, and pink eyes. She’s wearing a white dress with a flower crown made of pink flowers not native to Earth, along with silver anklets, with no shoes, Cie notices. She has on golden bracelets and a diamond necklace. The blonde smells of sweets, kind of like cotton candy. She’s the same height as Cie and appears to be around twenty years old, close in age to how Cie appears to be, although Cie’s real age is unknown.

Cie pushes the blonde away as she pulls the next person on the pile to his feet. He has curly brown hair, silver eyes, and creamy skin. He’s wearing a black trench coat with dress shoes and appears to have a suit underneath his trench coat. He smells of a nice, light cologne. He’s almost a foot and a half taller than Cie, and he wrenches away from her grip. He appears to be the same age that Cie appears and he narrows his eyes at the alien girl.

“Who are you?” He asks, his voice cool and collected, as if he hasn’t just been yanked from his world to Cie’s Earth through a portal.

Cie holds up her hand and pushes away the man.

“I need to see who else I brought here by accident.” She says as she turns and looks at the female on the bottom of the pile.

The first thing she sees is that the woman is tall and stretched out on the ground, unconscious. It takes Cie a moment to realize that the Black woman is bleeding out. Blood is spilling from her left shoulder and Cie curses under her breath and then whips out a phone in a green alien phone case. She presses the emergency call button as soon as she pulls up the screen which has a picture of her and a young man in his twenties with green bangs and triangles beneath his eyes like she has. They’re both grinning at the camera, and the young man is leaning against her while she strikes a pose. She ignores the picture as she calls 911, and then once the receiver answers the phone, she says,

“I need an ambulance to 647 SE 10th Street, Energi, Texas.” She hangs up before the receiver can ask any questions and then she scoops up the taller woman while the other two stare at her.

“Stay here.” She commands them and then she runs up the stairs leading out of her lab.

She kicks the door at the top of the stairs open and then bursts into the interior of a nicely decorated house.

“Agent O! We’ve got a situation!” Cie shouts as she races into the living room of the house where the young man she has as the lock screen with her is sitting on the recliner.

Another man, an older man who is Native American with long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, enters the room, carrying a cup of coffee. He sighs and sets down his cup of coffee on a table as he sees that Cie is carrying a woman who’s bleeding out.

“Cie, what did you do? You were in your lab for two weeks alone, how did you manage to hurt someone?” He scolds and Cie frowns.

“I just tried to open a portal to another world, and it brought her through, along with two other people! And she was hurt when she arrived!” She exclaims and the younger man stands up.

“Did you call an ambulance?” He asks, concern scrawled across his face as he walks over and studies the woman in Cie’s arms.

Blood drips out of her shoulder, onto the wood floor and the older man, Agent O, pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I’m so glad I didn’t purchase carpet for this house.” He sighs and Cie scrunches up her face.

“This isn’t a laughing matter, Agent O, she’s dying.”

“She’ll be fine.” Agent O assures Cie as the sound of sirens approaches the house and the younger man takes the young woman from Cie’s arms.

“I’ll carry her out there, sis, don’t worry.” He assures Cie who nods shakily.

Nathan opens the front door and Agent O follows him out, getting out his secret agent badge to ward off any questions the EMTs might have for him. Cie stands alone in the house until she hears hurried footsteps coming out from the basement where her lab is. The young man and young woman emerge from the basement’s stairs and the man dusts himself off once he reaches living room where Cie is.

“Your portal machine caught on fire.” He says and Cie’s eyes widen.

She races to the stairs and then leaps down them two steps at a time. When she arrives in her lab, she finds the portal machine is nothing more than a smoldering mess on the metal floor of the lab. She grabs a fire extinguisher from the side of the stairs and sprays the portal machine down until the fire is completely put out. She sighs in relief and then drops the fire extinguisher. She turns and trudges up the stairs, her left hand on the cool metal railing leading out of the basement. The taste of smoke fills her mouth, worse than when she tried a cigarette back in the forties. When she makes it up the stairs, she finds her way to the living room and finds the young man and blonde woman are sitting on the recliner. The man has a leg out, keeping the young woman a leg-length away on the recliner.

“My name is Cie Supernova.” Cie finally says after a moment, exhaling a bit of smoke like a dragon.

“Timothy Time.” The young man says, and the young blonde woman smiles at him, not glancing at Cie.

“I’m Princess Octavia Soprano.”

Cie plops down on the recliner, staying a foot away from Timothy.

“Simply charmed.” Cie groans as she closes her eyes and leans back against the recliner.

The front door opens a few seconds later and Agent O and the young man enter the room.

“She’ll be fine, I think.” The young man says and Cie cracks open an eye to look at him.

“Good. Thanks, Nathan.”

The young man nods and then he and Agent O turn their attention on the other two. Cie opens her eyes as Nathan sits beside her, while Agent O sits in his chair, picking his coffee back up from the table.  He takes a sip and grimaces.

“It’s cold. Thanks a lot, Cie.” He sighs as stands back up and leaves the room.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Cie mutters and Nathan looks between Timothy and Octavia.

“My name is Nathan Roger, and that’s Cie. Agent O just left the room.” He explains and Timothy frowns at them.

“You’re not a full-blooded Supernova, but she is. Your eyes are hazel, and Supernovae always have green eyes. Is she your mother?” He asks and Cie sits upright in an instant.

“His mother?” She gasps, clearly offended.

“No, she’s my little sister.” Nathan says.

“Who’s much older than him.” Cie adds on.

“But much shorter as well.” Nathan retorts and Cie rolls her eyes.

“Not fair. I can’t control my height; I can only control the age I appear as.”

Nathan is Caucasian and muscular, not unlike Cie. He’s wearing a t-shirt with some sarcastic line on it, along with skinny jeans and sneakers. He has rubber wristbands that have band names on them. And he smells of cologne. His voice is intelligent but snarky. He appears to be in his twenties and is a little over a foot taller than Cie. Agent O returns to the room.

“So, it appears I have two new charges. What worlds are you from?” He asks dryly.

“I’m from Earth.” Timothy replies, and Agent O nods sagely.

“Alright. Then let me phrase it this way, when are you from?”

“I was born in 5000 A.D., but it was 5019 when I was sucked into a portal and arrived here.” Timothy replies.

“Well, if this gives you a reference point, it’s the year 2020 here.” Agent O says, taking a sip of his newly heated up coffee.

“I’m from a planet named Mascri.” Octavia announces, batting her eyelashes at Timothy, who looks vaguely ill, before he seems to resolve to ignore her.

“Well, both of you, welcome to Earth. I don’t know that our resident Supernova will be able to get you home ever, especially not since she’s now banned from working in her lab without supervision for the next year. But even without that, she’s more prone to accidents than successes in her lab.”  Agent O says and Cie groans loudly, sinking into the recliner.