It didn't take long, at least, for Terri to scramble over and find the Holy Water; the crate was up near the front and clearly marked, and while she wondered how a witch ended up with a whole bunch of water blessed by a priest, she wasn't going to question it. The blonde merely hurried to bring it out to the front, setting it down Adie just as Niamh was arriving with the ingriedents she'd been charged with locating. Very quickly, Adie shooed both girls away, not needed any help - especially not from them, Terri suspected.
Without that task to focus on, both girls were soon back in the stockroom, where Terri didn't exactly waste time in finding a place to sit down and wrap her arms over her massive chest. She felt like such a fool! She'd come back in time to stop this sort of thing from happening, and instead, she'd help to spur it on! If she'd have just kept her stupid mouth shut, if she'd have gone anywhere else but the shop, this wouldn't be happening. Her past self and Aubrey would still be happy and human, not devolving into demonic freaks.
The blonde was just about on the edge of starting to cry, and a worriedly-pacing Niamh seemed to take note of this. She stopped in her tracks, frowning at the other girl before stepping over and putting a hand on her shoulder. "Easy lass, it's okay," she said, doing her best to try and reassure Terri. It didn't hep much, but her accent was at least soothing to the blonde's ears. "Adie'll get this fixed, just ye wait. Everythin'll be just fine."
Terri didn't look convinced. "And what if she can't?" She sniffed. "She... she couldn't... not before..."
Niamh quirked an eyebrow, unsure of what Terri meant. Sighing, the time-displaced girl started to explain as the Irish redhead sat down next to her. "I.. I'm from... the future.... s-sort of." Just considering it gave her a headache, even with the drops still clearing their minds. "A week from now, I... I would've walked in here, and gotten a beauty potion... and then I would've come back, and things..." She shrugged. "They would've spiraled out of control, apparently, a-and the whole world..."
"...the whole world got bimbofied." Niamh blinked rapidly, suddenly pawing at her neck. "The potion, ye... spilled it on me amulet... the one Adie was makin' fer me..." Her beautiful green eyes grew wide. "Shay begorra, all that power, turned to makin' people into... oh no..."
Terri furrowed her brow in confusion. She didn't remember that happening... and yet she could. She knew it hadn't actually been something she lived through, and yet as Niamh mentioned it... "But that... I rememebr, except..." She shook her head. "Those girls came through, your cousin and your friend... and then more people... and then I went back..."
The redhead let out a quiet gasp. "Oh shite. Ohhhhhh shite." She put a hand to her head, leaning up next to Terri. "We're remeberin' other timelines... things that never happened..."
"How is that even possible?"
"It ain't, normally, but this ain't no normal thing, lass." She huffed. "It's... it's ye." Looking over, she spotted the shame on Terri's face, and rushed to reassure her. "Oh no, I don't mean ye're fault! I mean, us recallin' these things... it's because of ye."
She got around to kneel in front of Terri, taking each of the blonde's hands in her own. "When ye went back, and stopped ye other future from happenin', but still were left... ye became special. The last shard of a coulda-been that never will." The Irish girl began to smile. "It means, time for ye... it don't work the same anymore. Ye ain't bound by linearity now... and fate..." A quiet laugh left her mouth. "Oh lass... fate has no hold on ye anymore!"
The first part, she could... sort of understand. Her existence was now something of a paradox, and paradoxes meant a breakdown of the usual rules of time. The second bit, though, left her confused still. "What... what does that mean, exactly?"
"It means..." She bit her lip, trying to recall the explanation her aunt had once given. "Fate don't like bein' denied. If somethin' is meant to happen, and it don't, then fate'll keep pushin' towards what it wanted in the first place. But ye've escaped its grasp - fate can't control ye, fate can't stop ye. Yer destiny, who ye are, it's... it's what ye make... of... it..."
Her words trailed off as they both began to blush, the grips between their hands growing tighter. As Niamh had explained further, other memories began to return. Recollections of the month or so that had passed in the bimbofied Earth before that timeline had been erased. What they had been doing with each other, with others, with Aubrey... but more importantly, how close the redhead and the blonde had gotten. How much they had come to adore each other, while they had occupied bodies not unlike the hourglass-figured ones they now possessed.
For a moment, Terri was worried the drops were wearing off. But it wasn't so anything base as bimbotastic lust that surged through her. No, as the memories were replaying in their heads, something more... innocent, perhaps, was filling up their hearts. Niamh leaned in closer, needing to take a second to clear her throat before she could speak again, still staring directly into Terri's eyes. "Ye can... yet can fix this, like none of us can. Ye can save yer past self, Aubrey... everybody..."
"I... I don't know..." She sniffed again slightly. "All I seem to do is just... break everyth-"
She was cut off as Niamh leaned in, pressing their plump lips together and moving to run her hands through that soft blonde mess atop Terri's head. Certainly, it got her going, causing her thighs to rub together and a whimper to escape her as she felt herself growing moist. Yet there was more to the kiss than lust. There was passion, yes, but passion for someone near and dear. A four-letter word, even, that didn't seem so scary as she considered it in the context of the redhead now pulling back to smile at her.
"Long as ye don't break me heart... we'll be okay."
Blushing hard, her heart beating at a mile a minute, Terri would've liked to do nothing more than lay there for the rest of eternity, staring into those emerald eyes and keeping wrapped up with this wonderful girl. But of course, they were soon distracted by the clearing of Adie's throat at the entrance to the stockroom, the old witch's gaze causing them to scramble to act like they hadn't just been on the verge of making love.
"If you two are finished, so is the cure," she explained as Raize stepped up behind her, hands on her hips. "Now, I need you both to listen carefully to the plan, because we're only going to have one shot at this..."