Time, Dimensions...Not Much Difference - August 21
Twisted Shorts August Fic-a-Day Challenge - Day 21
Title: Time, Dimensions…Not Much Difference
Author: hermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: Angel/Merlin/Doctor Who (just a smidge)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Merlin or Doctor Who people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Fred has some interesting encounters.
Seasons: Between 4 & 5/Season 3
Word Count: 571
“I hate creepy old houses,” Fred muttered as she shined her flashlight around the room. The dawning light was just a bit too low to see things properly. The team thought she was reaching, but she was certain whatever was here was causing disappearances. She could find people going missing and this old house was the only connection.
Her flashlight shined across the stairs. She turned into what had once been a dinner room. She continued into a dilapidated kitchen that looked to be late nineteenth century. She stepped over the cracked tiles and into the sunroom. Most of the windows were broken making it look like a tiled porch instead.
She walked out, the garden was clearly overgrown. She stopped on a small paved path as she the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She swung her flashlight around coming to a stop on a stone statue only a few feet to her right. An angel, her wings closed, her face covered by her hands.
Glad it was just a statue; Fred sighed in relief and turned to continue to investigate the garden.
No sooner had she turned then a hand clamped down on her shoulder and the world spun.
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Merlin looked around. Something had drawn him to this spot in the woods southwest of Camelot’s main gates.
He rounded a tree and tripped. He slid down a small hill into a bush. It was from this position he saw a hand off the side of the trail. He scrambled up, pulling back the overgrowth to reveal a woman. She was wearing a long-sleeved patterned tunic and breeches of dark blue. She had a large gash on her forehead seeping into her long brunette hair.
“Where did you come from?” he said softly. He grabbed her wrist, checking for life. She was warm and alive.
She moaned, startling Merlin.
“Oh, what was that?” she said with a strange accent. She held her hand to her head. She stared up at him with large brown eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I think so.” She sat up slowly. She looked around. “Where am I?”
“Just outside of Camelot. I’m Merlin.”
She frowned as she stared at him. “That’s not possible.” She looked around. “Well it’s possible. I’ve traveled to other dimensions… but I didn’t see a portal. I was in a garden… then I was here.”
“Where are you from?”
“I was here, I guess. But I was in 2003.”
“2003?”
“The future… I’m from the future.” She looked at him. “If you’re really Merlin, can you send me back? Or did you pull me here?”
“I don’t know how you got here.” Merlin watched as she stood and looked around. “Who are you?”
“Fred Burkle.”
“Fred?”
“It’s a nickname. My name is Winifred.” She looked down at her clothes. “I can’t stay here like this.”
“Stay here?”
“If you’re unable to send me back to my time, I’d rather not be burned at the stake. I’m going to need to look like I fit in.” She pressed her fingers to her lips. “I shall have to be mute. My accent will give me away.”
“Have you done this before?”
“Time, dimensions… not much difference. Don’t stick out, keep your head down, make no waves.” She gave him a bright smile. “Simple as long as I can find someplace low-key.”
Merlin gave her a hesitant grin. “Right…”
Title: Time, Dimensions…Not Much Difference
Author: hermione2be
Rating: PG/FR13/K+
Crossover: Angel/Merlin/Doctor Who (just a smidge)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or Merlin or Doctor Who people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Fred has some interesting encounters.
Seasons: Between 4 & 5/Season 3
Word Count: 571
“I hate creepy old houses,” Fred muttered as she shined her flashlight around the room. The dawning light was just a bit too low to see things properly. The team thought she was reaching, but she was certain whatever was here was causing disappearances. She could find people going missing and this old house was the only connection.
Her flashlight shined across the stairs. She turned into what had once been a dinner room. She continued into a dilapidated kitchen that looked to be late nineteenth century. She stepped over the cracked tiles and into the sunroom. Most of the windows were broken making it look like a tiled porch instead.
She walked out, the garden was clearly overgrown. She stopped on a small paved path as she the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She swung her flashlight around coming to a stop on a stone statue only a few feet to her right. An angel, her wings closed, her face covered by her hands.
Glad it was just a statue; Fred sighed in relief and turned to continue to investigate the garden.
No sooner had she turned then a hand clamped down on her shoulder and the world spun.
88888888
Merlin looked around. Something had drawn him to this spot in the woods southwest of Camelot’s main gates.
He rounded a tree and tripped. He slid down a small hill into a bush. It was from this position he saw a hand off the side of the trail. He scrambled up, pulling back the overgrowth to reveal a woman. She was wearing a long-sleeved patterned tunic and breeches of dark blue. She had a large gash on her forehead seeping into her long brunette hair.
“Where did you come from?” he said softly. He grabbed her wrist, checking for life. She was warm and alive.
She moaned, startling Merlin.
“Oh, what was that?” she said with a strange accent. She held her hand to her head. She stared up at him with large brown eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I think so.” She sat up slowly. She looked around. “Where am I?”
“Just outside of Camelot. I’m Merlin.”
She frowned as she stared at him. “That’s not possible.” She looked around. “Well it’s possible. I’ve traveled to other dimensions… but I didn’t see a portal. I was in a garden… then I was here.”
“Where are you from?”
“I was here, I guess. But I was in 2003.”
“2003?”
“The future… I’m from the future.” She looked at him. “If you’re really Merlin, can you send me back? Or did you pull me here?”
“I don’t know how you got here.” Merlin watched as she stood and looked around. “Who are you?”
“Fred Burkle.”
“Fred?”
“It’s a nickname. My name is Winifred.” She looked down at her clothes. “I can’t stay here like this.”
“Stay here?”
“If you’re unable to send me back to my time, I’d rather not be burned at the stake. I’m going to need to look like I fit in.” She pressed her fingers to her lips. “I shall have to be mute. My accent will give me away.”
“Have you done this before?”
“Time, dimensions… not much difference. Don’t stick out, keep your head down, make no waves.” She gave him a bright smile. “Simple as long as I can find someplace low-key.”
Merlin gave her a hesitant grin. “Right…”