[ WP ] Your entire life has been the product of a coma dream . One morning , you finally awake from your coma , but find yourself in the 18th century . Your memories from the coma dream , and knowledge of the 21st century , are fully intact .

`` My god, mother! Mother come quick, she's waking up!'' A man's voice disturbed her sleep, then the scuffling of feet and the feeling of damp on her forehead caused her to moan and try to raise her hand. She felt lethargic, like each of her limbs was of it's own mind and had decided to sign off for the day. 
 
 `` Cece,'' the male voice said, brushing her cheek. `` Cece, I'm here. It's alright.'' 
 
 Who the fuck was Cece? 
 
 `` It's quite alright, little sister, do n't speak,'' he said. `` Call for the doctor at once!'' 
 
 Sister? Her real brothers were never so affectionate. Sure, they cared about her, would give her a hug if she was upset, but sitting by her bedside? Holding her hand? Caressing her face? It was a little unusual. That kind of behaviour bequeathed accusations of Lannister proportions. 
 
 She eyed the stranger, and moved her hand out of his to feel her own forehead. What kind of delusional fever dream... still, let him prop up a pillow behind her, and leaned back against it, still trying to fathom the depth of her situation. 
 
 A different young man she had n't noticed straight away was staring at her in complete astonishment. He was handsome, but he was n't wearing as finer clothes as her'brother', his frame was lean, and his white eyes stood out in stark contrast to his very dark brown skin. She smiled at him. He flinched. 
 
 Her brother looked around to him, and rolled his eyes. `` Did n't you hear me? The doctor! Now!'' 
 
 She creased her brow at the tone, and the brown man put down the bucket he was holding, almost spilling the water inside in his hurry. 
 
 `` They do struggle,'' her brother said in an observational tone once he had left the room. `` The plantation's very different now, you'll be shocked. Mother's even educating some of them - she always was the bleeding heart. Though it would be nice if some of them could read certain instructions. It's not enough we give them fair wages and a place to stay, I suppose.'' 
 
 She stared at him, the wrongness of what he'd just said incomprehensible. 
 
 `` Ah, sister. Take your time. How I've missed you - it's been a whole year, you know. You turned twenty one just three days ago.'' 
 
 Year. Age. Time. 
 
 `` What year?'' she stammered. He gave her a confused look. `` What year is it?'' 
 
 `` You sound very strange,'' he said, and he put up a hand to feel her forehead. `` What a queer accent.'' 
 
 `` Yeah - right, uh... what year is it, though? Who... are you?'' 
 
 His brow was creased now, his eyes wide and sad. `` Amnesia, is it? Oh, Cece...'' 
 
 He stood and made his way over to a large, mahogany vanity. He plucked something off it, and brought it back over to her. A locket. He clicked it open. Inside, was the tiniest photo portrait. The girl in the picture was unmistakably her as a child, and there was a boy a little older than her who must've been the man before her now. There were three others in the picture. She gaped at it. 
 
 `` You are Cecelia Harrington. I am your brother, William James Junior - but you call me Billy, out of affection.'' He spoke slowly, his face solemn. He clearly wanted her to remember a great deal. `` That's our other brother, Henry. He's away for the moment, becoming an academic, just like you always said he would! Our father, William - but to you it's Papa. Our mother, Grace. She moved to America with father when she was pregnant with me and...'' 
 
 He kept on. Something about Boston. Something about Louisana. They'd lived in quite a few places, it seemed, and were now settled here - wherever that was, it did n't seem important. Where was her cat? Her girlfriend? Her cell phone? What did any of this mean? What kind of distopia was this? 
 
 `` Oh, of course! I'll have a letter sent to Evan at once - he's your fianceé, he waited for you all this time, but he did n't need to! So do be kind to him when he comes to visit, I know how you like to test him - and where is Mother? I'll write to Henry as well, of course, I'm-'' he paused to look at her, and smiled divinely. `` I'm so thrilled to have you back, little sister.'' 
 
 She pushed back the covers on the bed, despite her brother's protests, and tried to go look out the window. Her legs were n't as weak as she thought they'd be, but she let William support her on her way there none the less. 
 
 It was blisteringly hot outside, and there were cotton fields as far as she could see. Her stomach twisted, and her eyes fell to the bodies moving between the crops. 1742. 
 
 `` Yes, we've expanded quite a lot since your accident,'' William said, stroking her back reassuringly. `` It must be quite a shock.'' 
 
 **A/N: I had a few ideas, but decided to do this pretty straight forward since I figured others would probably do stories about their get rich schemes and such. Thanks for the prompt! **
