This is a time travel fic, because it's a super original idea! Haha, not. But I really wanted to play around with the idea and I wanted to include Saya because she's awesome.

As for how Train deals with the time travel thing, Trains reaction isn't to far fetched in my opinion. He took the whole, turned into a kid thing, in stride. He wouldn't super freak out about and refuse to believe time travel, in my opinion.

I don't think this is going to be a romance, it might turn out to be one, but it will probably be just friendship. If it does turn into a romance it will be Train X Saya.

Warning! OOC-ness!

DISCLAIMER, I don't own Black Cat, Yabuki Kentaro does. I really wish I did, but I don't. But if I did I would have mad drawing skills.

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Train woke up to a pounding headache.

He couldn't remember what he had been doing the night before, or what had lead to him waking up where he was, and he knew that no matter what he had drank it wouldn't cause this.

looking around at his surroundings hefound that hebecame a bit weary. This looked exactly like his apartment that he had when he was still with Chronos; the one that was in the same apartment complex as Saya's. He had never been back here for any long period of time after that had happened. Only a quick stop to get essential suplies, and then leave the rest behind, as Chronos was on his tail and it was the first place that they would look. He hadn't been back to clear out his stuff later so the land lord had probably thrown it all out. Not that he cared about the stuff anyway.

So then how did he get back here? And why did everything look like he was still living here, or was someone else living here now that had the same horrible, minamilist style in decor as he did? Read none at all.

Great, he hoped no one had called the cops because some stranger with a gun had broken in and was sleeping on their couch. He couldn't have gotten drunk enough to forget were he lived. Hey wait, he didn't even drink!

But no one was around, there wasn't any sign of cops and all of the stuff in the apartment looked like his stuff, not someone else's, so maybe something else was going on.

Perplexed, he got up, ignoring the rush of blood to his head which just made it hurt even more, and started looking around.

He went through the rooms figuring out more about were he was. Single person apartment, men's clothing in the dresser and on the floor, no pictures or sentimental ornaments around the house that he could see. There was a generic desk calendar on the counter, but it was quite a few years out of date, reading a couple month before he left Chronos.

His stomach rumbled, he was really hungry and when he got hungry it was hard to ignore. And if that happened then he wouldn't be able to focus on figuring anything out.

"Oh well, I geusse I'll add theft to the breaking and entering." He said outloud to himself.

He went through the fridge for food, but he didn't find much, most thinks that he did find were expired. He was only able to find some leftover rice that he ate cold and some non-moldy fruit. He did find that there was several bottles of unexpired milk, so he finished of his stolen breakfast with that.

He sat on one of the stools, facing away from the door and continued to drink, straight from the carton, his mind still pondering what was happening.

"See, I told you milk was awesome!" Someone exclaimed from behind him, in a very cheery voice.

Startled, he wireled around and brought Hades up, levelled at the persons face. Even if this was there apartment, it was his first reaction to being startled. And while most people freak at having a gun pointed at them, the women who had spoken didn't at all seem fazed.

"Seriously Train-kun. You would think that a legendary assassin like you would hear someone knocking on the door." She said in a light hearted manor. She seemed very familiar with him and expected him to be here.

It was then tht he actually looked at the women. Shortly cropped, dark hair and intense blue eyes, wearing a bright, stick outlike a sore thumb, yukata.

"Saya?" He gasped, bewildered at the apearance of so one who was suposed to be dead.

She looked taken aback at his reaction. "Pfft, really. I told you I would be back in a couple days, you don't have to act so suprised!"

A million thoughts went through his head, trying to peice together where he was. Was it another one of the doctors illusions; but the Apostles of the Stars had been disbanded and posed no risk to him or anyone anymore. Luckily his training from his pre-sweeper life made him able to gather his composure quite quickly and didn't let himhave a complete meltdown on the spot.

If that really was Saya, he couldn't freak out. That wouldn't do anything good for whatever situation that he was in. He tried to put on the best act as the Black Cat that Saya had known.

He gave her a quick smile, "Sorry, I though that you would be gone longer. I have a massive headache right now; I'm fine though, but I wasn't really paying attention to the outside world." He hoped he had pulled the Black Cat persona off.

Unfortunately Train had never been a good actor. He realised a bit to late that he probably shouldn't have smiled, he was pretty sure he didn't do that when he had known Saya. She did tell him that he should smile more though, so he could put it off as that, maybe.

Zoning back to Saya, she stood with her hands on her hips, giving Train a suspicious look. She held her hand to his forhead, checking for a fever. "Are you sure your okay? Your acting really strange. Do you have the flu, or maybe a huge bullet wound that your ignoring and leaving untreated?" She asked suspiciously. Her acusation did have merit though. He had did that before, forgetting about a wound or just ignoring it.

"Nope, I mean I'm hungry. Apparently I don't have any food left in my fridge that doesn't have green were green isn't suposed to be, but I'm completely fine." Well he definatly sucked at acting, no Oscar for him in the future. Maybe he should pretend to be sick, or drunk; that was out, it would be even weirder if he was drunk as he didn't drink.

Saya's eyes widened. "Who are you and what have you done with Train Heartnet?" She joked, still suspicious.

Sadness welled up inside him. He couldn't take this anymore, he really couldn't. This person acted exactly like Saya, said things that she would say, but had never said before as a situation like this had never occurred between the two. But she was dead. So where was he that she was still alive.

He decided to put off anymore conversations with her until he could figure everything out and decide weither he was in danger or not.

"I need to take a shower so I'll talk to you later. I have to get to work soon." Maybe he could find Sven, he would know what was going on, if Sven was here. He remembered that when him and Eve had been trapped in the illusions created by the Doctors Tao, they were in separate worlds, although he still didn't think that that was were he was, it just didn't seem like a fake world.

Train noticed that Saya's face fell when he mentioned work. Right, Chronos. She had never known him when he had been a sweeper, so she assumed that's what he means.

He watched as she left, still having no idea what was going on.

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After she left, he headed to the Bathroom. He faltered for a moment when he caught what he looked like in the mirror. He looked younger, angrier but at the same time emotionless, and he was wearing his Chronos uniform. But he didn't have it anymore, he had thrown it out as it only had one and a half sleeves, curtesy of Creed cutting it off along with his hand, although as it turned out it was easier to get the hand attached than for him to figure out how to sew to fix the coat. Not that he really wanted to, it felt fulfilling to throw it out.

As he too his clothes off, he notice more odd things. His scars that he had gotten from years of sweeping and the various battles with Creed were gone. The thin scar that encircled his wrist was gone, along with numerous others. The only ones that remained were the ones that were inflicted before he had left Chronos.

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He sat, huddled in the corner as the water rained down on him, filling the room with steam. Finally he was able to come to terms with everything that had happened in the past hour or so. The small little voice in the back of his head that screamed out the thought over and over every time something backed up its theory, finally made itself heard.

He was in the past, this wasn't a delusion or illusion, a dream or trick. However he got here, he was in the past before his sweeper days and before Saya was killed. And he didn't know what to do.

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Saya was worried, perplexed, and seriously confused. Train had been acting really weird this morning.

First off, his entire conversation with her he had been trying to hide what apeard to be sadness. She had known him for over a month now and she didn't think she had ever seen him sad, not like that. He always had on an emotionless mask, to a point were she wasn't sure if he remembered what emotions were.

Then he had smiled, a complete, big, goofy grin. That had almost made her stop in her tracks. She remembered telling him that she had never seen him smile once, but she hadn't expected him to smile at a random comment like that, when he seemed unable to smile before.

Then he made a joke and she just about died. The Train that she knew didn't smile, didn't joke. Who was this person?

But in one corner of her heart she was kindof happy. Maybe he was turning over a new leaf, starting a new life, one without Chronos and mindless killing in it. One were he would be happy.

She would just have to wait and see.

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Sorry for the short chapter. I'm trying to write more chapters and have the story progress a bit faster than some of my writing. This way I don't have half finished longish chapters sitting in my computer, never getting finished.

Thanks for anyone who read this. :)

Review if you feel like it. Comments, praise, criticism, flames, randomness. All is welcome.

-Mouse