Sydney was too curious for her own good.
She followed Vaughn.
Her reaction to modern life should be interesting.
How funny that the first person she meets is Weiss.
Chapter 4
When Michael got home, he was so exhausted he could barely carry Sydney in the house. He set her down on his bed and looked down at her shoes. It took him almost ten minutes to figure out how to get them off, but once he did, he set them on the ground. Then, he examined her dress. Normally (not that it was normal to have a woman from a different century in his bedroom), but other different circumstances, he would have just left her but she was soaking wet and he didn’t want her to get sick.
Ten minutes later, he figured out how to untie the corset in it and slid it off so that she was just laying in what he could only assume was some type of undergarment but it really appeared to be another long dress and corset. He laid her dress over a chair to dry and then tucked a blanket around her. It was only then he noticed the small cut on her head. He was afraid that since her head was bleeding and he was unable to wake her that she had a concussion. He decided to sit on the corner of the bed incase she needed anything. Unfortunately, he fell asleep quickly and had a very rude awakening the next morning.
~*~
Sydney awoke and moaned in agony. Her head was pounding. She blinked her eyes a few times but was utterly confused as to where she was. She tried to remember the previous night. She had taken her father’s horse and followed Michael Vaughn to the ocean... then he had.... “Oh god,” she moaned as she sat up but she fell back down quickly because she felt so weak. Turning her head to the right she saw a strange black box with bright green numbers in it. This is not my room, she thought. Turning her head to the left she saw a man’s face smashed into the pillow and let out a blood curdling scream as she bolted out of the bed.
“What?! What?!” Michael jolted awake and tumbled off the edge of the bed.
“You sick perverted man!” She screeched. “Look at me? You took me home with you! Sick, sick, sick!” She shouted.
“Whoa, calm down,” Michael said as he walked over to her slowly with his hands outstretched.
“If you raped me my father will hang you, you sick, sick man!” She screamed as she began to beat him with her fists.
“Ouch! Jeez lady! Stop it!” He shouted.
“LADY!” She gasped as she let out a grunt of frustration.
“Just calm down for one second please.” He sighed. She looked down at him and her eyes widened.
“You are not wearing proper dress in front of a lady! Who are you!?” She gasped as she covered her eyes with her hands. Michael looked down at himself and saw that he was only wearing boxers.
“Oh sorry one second.” He said as he quickly put his pants on. “You can open your eyes no-“ he was interrupted by his alarm gong off and loud music filing the room. Sydney began to scream.
“What’s that?!” She screeched.
“It’s just my alarm.” Michael sighed as he reached over and switched it off.
“What is this place?! Where am I?!” She demanded.
“You’re at my house in LA.” He told her calmly.
“LA?! What is that?!”
“It’s a city,” he said.
She looked at him and furrowed her brow. “Are you a witch?!”
“What? NO!” He laughed.
“But that box just had voices,” she said as she pointed with a shaking hand.
“Ok, listen, you have to calm down, ok? You’re safe I promise just take a deep breath,” he said using his perfected CIA training. Sydney took a few deep breaths and looked at him. He could see the terror in her eyes and that broke his heart. “Listen to me, ok? You’re not in 1860 anymore; this is 2005.”
She let out a laugh that sounded greatly like a bark. “You’re mad Mr. Vaughn, if that is your name,” she said as she grabbed her dress from the back of the chair and stormed out the opened bedroom door. A second later, she screamed again.
Michael cautiously poked his head out the door and looked at her. He saw nothing wrong. “What is it?”
“What... what is that?” She demanded as she pointed to the floor. Michael followed her gesture and sighed with relief.
“That’s just Donovan, my dog. He won’t hurt you I promise.”
“He looks peculiar,” she said.
“He’s just fat.” Michael sighed. “Look, I swear we’re going to get this figured out but, you have to trust me.”
“Trust you!?” She laughed. “You carried me off to some god forsaken place and told me I was in the future! How could I trust you! I’m going to report you to my father,” she said as she began to take a step forward but then she paused and looked back at him. “Where is the door?”
“I’m sorry I can’t let you leave.” He sighed. “Just sit down and I’ll get you some water.” He walked to the kitchen and opened the door to the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of water and was just about to fill a glass when he sensed her presence behind him.
“What was that?” She asked.
“What?” He asked her.
“It had a glow...,” she pointed.
“Oh, the refrigerator,” Michael said.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“It keeps things cold see,” he said as he handed her the glass. She took it slowly and gasped when she felt that it was ice cold. Just then there was a shrill ringing and Michael dove for his phone that was lying on the counter. “Vaughn,” he answered. “Yeah Eric.... umm not so good... yeah ok see you then.” He turned around to see Sydney staring at him in horror. “It’s a cell phone... telephone...,” he tried to explain. She only looked more afraid. “Ummmm oh! Telegraph you know what that is right?”
Sydney nodded slowly. “It’s like that.” Michael told her.
“What is this place?” She asked once again.
“I told you. This is the year two thousand and five.” He sighed.
“How did I get here?”
“Look that’s a really long story and I’ve been instructed to take you into work so-“
“Work?” She interrupted.
“Yeah I told you, I work for the government,” he said. Then he glanced down at her pathetic looking dress. “You can’t wear that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well women don’t dress like that here,” he said.
“How do they dress?” She asked. Michael looked around and searched for a magazine. He found one, opened it to a page of a girl modeling jeans and handed it to her. Sydney’s eyes widened in horror. “Women dress like this?”
“Yep,” he said.
“But she’s wearing pants... and her skin is showing,” Sydney said.
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“This is a very strange place.” She concluded.
“Yeah,” he laughed. “That I agree with. Come on I’ve got to find you something.”
“Am I to wear your clothes?” she asked as she followed him back to his bedroom.
“Well you don’t have much choice.”
“That wouldn’t be proper,” she said.
“Like I said, you don’t have a choice.” He sighed. Michael found the smallest t-shirt he had as well as the tightest pair of sweat pants. “Here, tie the drawstring on the pants tight so they won’t fall off. Bathroom’s right there,” he said as he gestured towards a door on his right.
Sydney took them slowly and walked cautiously into the room he had gestured too. “What is this?” She asked.
Michael thought curiously for a moment before realizing: 1860; no showers or indoor plumbing most likely. “Umm, you know it’s a bathroom... bathe... wash your hands... pee.” He explained. She glanced back at him disapprovingly, and then shut the door. “Great,” Michael sighed. “Just great.”
haha i love her utter confusion!!!! cant wait to see her reaction to his work....love all the little things he has to explain....and her threat that her father would hang him....haha that great!!!! cant wait to read more!!!
omg! That's so great! He's having sooo much trouble with her! That's hilarious! I was laughing SOOO hard during this whole chapter.
love how she reacted to the dog and to the way women dress now-a-days! That was great!!!!
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~Danielle
Omg, that chapter was so good. :lol: Why did she scream when she found Vaughn sleeping in his boxers? If I woke up and saw that I wouldn't be screaming. I can't wait till Syd gets used to 2005. This fic is going to be so good. Great job!
