I DO NOT OWN LITTLE WOMEN. IN THIS AU, DR. RACHAEL SCHMIDT IS 24. MEG MARCH IS 18, JO IS 17, BETH IS 16, AND AMY IS 15.

Concord, Massachusetts. December 20, 1862.

As Dr. Rachael Schmidt came to, she found herself face down in a snowbank. She felt herself surrounded by the cold wet snow as she rose to her feet. The good doctor was relieved to see herself in once piece as well as her supplies. Rachael looked around and saw that there was a town some distance away from where she was.

Thus, she began to walk. It was a hard and bitter trek through the icy landscape. Dr. Schmidt had no food to sustain her, no drink to quench her thirst. The vile wind stung her flesh. Her suit provided little protection from the elements. The town didn't seem that far away, but Rachael had been trudging through the wet snow for what seemed like an hour as her skin became numb and cold. Rachael knew that she needed to find shelter and soon before she caught hypothermia and froze to death. Finally, after trudging for over a mile, the time traveler's eyes landed on a decent sized house a few feet away. Despite her bones being chilled, Dr. Schmidt summoned all of her strength and made one last push for the house. Success was hers as she made it to the front door and let loose a few knocks before collapsing on the doorstep.


Josephine "Jo" March was in the attic writing, as she often did during the late hours of the night. She was getting to a good part where the hero, sir Vincent engaged in a sword fight with the villainous count Rodrigo when she heard what sounded like a knock at the door. Jo debated about whether or not to answer it, but in the end decided to risk some misadventure. She took her candle and walked down the stairs. When she opened the door, she found a strange woman lying on their front step. Jo quickly drug the woman inside by her arms. She promptly woke up her mother who was affectionately called Marmee by everyone in the house.

"Marmee, I found a girl outside!" She exclaimed as the March family matriarch rose from her slumber. Mrs. March soon roused her other daughters as they all ran down to aid the woman.

"Easy now, let's move her to the couch." Marmee said as Jo and her sister Meg lifter her up off of the floor and brought her into the living room. Their other sisters, Beth and Amy came as well to help.

"What is she wearing?" Amy asked as the stranger was set down on the couch.

"We can figure that out later, now we need to keep her warm." Meg replied as the sisters covered the woman on all the spare blankets that they had.

"Hopefully, that will warm her up. The rest of you to bed." Marmee insisted as Meg, Beth, and Amy marched up the stairs. Jo however, would not go.

"Please Marmee, let me look after her." She begged.

"Very well, but make sure that you get some sleep." The mother replied as she too went back to bed. Jo tucked the stranger in tightly as she tried to warm her body up and get rid of the bitter cold that had consumed it.