Yes, this is another fun story, but with the greatest nerds on Earth- The Leauge of Highly- Gifted Historia-
Wait.
The Legendary Leauge.
No.
The Librarians, that's it!
Anyways, this is my first Fanfic about them, so please review and let me know if I need to change anything about anyone :)
Eve fumbled through the desk drawers. "Where on... Jenkins!" She called to the older man.
"Yes, Eve?" He called back.
"Where's that pen?"
"Which pen? The one that can change into a sword when you uncap it, or the feather pen that flies?"
"The one that writes in gold?"
"Mm." He leaned over the balcony and looked down at her. "Look in the silver box in the science fiction shelf."
Eve nodded. "Thank you." She hurried over to the shelf and looked around. Silver box, silver box... Oh! She grabbed it off the shelf above her head and began rummaging through it. A folded piece of paper, a watch of some sort, a tiny notebook- oh, there it was.
She pulled it out, but as she did, the watch fell from the box and onto the floor. She bent down to grab it and stopped.
It was a pocket watch, she discovered when she picked it up by the chain. But it looked much more different. With a bunch of weird circley- doos and gears and what nots.
Slowly, Eve picked it up, curiously, and turned it in her hands.
It appeared to be a strange sort of... thing that wasn't from Earth.
Well, she had seen weirder.
"Jenkins!" She called. "I looked in the box."
"The silvery one?"
"Yeah," she walked out of the isle and to the large table where he was, not taking her eyes off of the weird watch thing. "What's this?"
The old man looked at it, then turned back to his book. "That appears to be a watch. Congratulations, you found something in that box other than the pe-" he slowly looked up midsentance. He turned to Eve in his chair. "Give me that."
"This?" She held up the watch.
"Yes." Jenkins extended his waiting hand and motioned with his fingers for her to hand it over.
She straightened the hem of her jacket with her free hand as she sighed and handed him the watch with the other.
Jenkins spun the watch with intricate mouldings in his hands, drinking in every detail, as if it were a memory. "Yes..." his voice trailed off after a moment. "I remember."
Confused, Eve looked over his shoulder. "Where did that come from?" She pulled back and called, "Stone!"
"Not so loud," Jenkins hissed. "I'm about to go to bed."
The young, muscular man walked downstairs with a mug of coffee in one hand and a thick architecture handbook in the other. His eyes looked tired, even as he sniffled a bit and put the mug to his lips. "Late," he mumbled before a long sip.
Eve gave an apologetic shrug and barely a hint of a smile. "So, can you tell where this-" She snatched the watch from Jenkins' hand- "watch is from?"
Jacob set down the textbook and mug of coffee and took the watch in his hands. He squinted for a bit, then slowly sat down and studied the item and smoothed back his mussed- up hair. He glanced at Eve and said his first full sentence that night- "This... I've never seen the designs before." His gaze went back to the watch. "It might be a part of a lost colony-"
"Mister Stone," Jenkins started.
Eve snapped her fingers. "Atlantis!"
"Could be," Jacob shrugged.
"Actually-" Jenkins began again, before Eve interrupted.
"No, wait- Titanic!"
Jacob gave a little laugh of disbelief and shook his head. "The actual deal or the movie? Besides, by 1912, pocketwatches would have looked a lot more different!"
"Yeah, but these designs-" She began to open his book to fond and example, but his hand snapped on the cover so hard that it could have decapitated her nails.
"Maybe aliens," he shrugged.
"Was that a joke?"
Jenkins threw his hands up. "Oh, for Heaven's Sake, you two. I can answer this."
"Oh." The colonel and cowboy leaned forward in their seats.
"Tomorrow."
"Oh, come on!" Eve protested.
"No, we just started!" Jacob complained.
"Now, now, children," Jenkins turned to them. "There are times for rest-" he scooped up the watch- "and there are times for answering the unanswerable."
The two groaned in protest.
The old man shook his head at them. "Sleep now."
Eve made a face. "Jenkins, I'm a grown woman."
"And I'm nearly sixteen- hundred- years old." Jenkins shrugged. "I'm being serious, you two. Sleep. Your brains are gonna need it."
...
Eve crossed her arms and flopped onto the bed and twisted the golden pen in her hands. "Hmmph. He always does that 'really old' bit."
"Aw, Eve," Cassandra said from the door, which made Eve sit up in alarm, "he's only trying to do what's best for you and Jake."
Eve relaxed. "Don't scare me like that."
Cassandra nodded. "Sorry," she mumbled.
Eve sat up. "Hey. How'd your date go?"
Cassandra shrugged and looked down at her necklace, which she was fiddling with quietly. "Mm."
Eve raised a brow, suddenly a mommy figure. "Cassandra, how was your date?"
"... He was... h- he, um..."
Eve nodded.
Cassandra gave up with a sigh and let go of her charm necklace. "He didn't like me."
Eve signed and shook her head. "Cassandra, you can't tell-"
"I can." Cassandra glanced at the guardian. "I could tell by how uncomfortable he was in his chair, and he doesn't like to read, or that I have a tumor, so he left in the middle of the entree-"
"WHERE IS HE." Eve lept up and scooped up her pistol. "I WILL SCRAPE OUT THE EYEBALLS OF THE *beeeep* THAT TORE YOUR HEART OUT OF YOUR CHEST AND EAT THEM, ROASTED WITH A SIDE OF MASHED POTATOES AND GREEN BEAN CASSEROLE."
Cassandra tried not to laugh. "You're sounding like Jake when he's in a big brother rage."
"He'll get into one tomorrow," Eve mumbled and flopped back onto her bed. "And then we both will-"
"Skewer the eyeballs out of the jerk that tore my heart out of my chest, and eat it, roasted with a side of mashed potatoes and green bean casserole." Cassandra finished.
Eve motioned a hand towards her. "See? You have a gift of remembering things. You're amazing, just like everyone else in this place."
"Even Ezekiel?" Cassandra sat next to the guardian.
Eve hesitated, which made Cassandra giggle. "...yeah."
"Zeke is cool, though," Cassandra mumbled and played with her skirt, silent. "He complimented me."
Eve 's eyebrows raised. "He did?"
"Yeah." Cassandra giggled. "Before I left, he stopped me and told me my dress brought out..." She drew in a breath. "My... face."
Eve snorted with laughter. "Oh, my Gosh. He did?"
"Mhm." Cassandra blushed and raised her shoulders to her ears to hide her cheeks. "It was kinda sweet, though. To me."
Eve gave a silent nod with a tilted grin. "Mm. Hey, I'll hear about this tomorrow."
Cassandra nodded and stood with a tiny yawn. "And Eve? Please don't hurt my date."
Eve groaned and laied back with an overly exaggerated "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine."
Cassandra laughed. "Thanks. And don't tell Jake?"
"Fiiiiiine," Eve grumbled.
The redhead giggled and skipped out after chiming a good night to the tired protector.
Eve huffed and flopped backwards. "Thank Lord." Her eyes shut and she fell asleep.
...
How long had it been since he last looked at the clock?
Jacob rolled over and squinted tiredly at the time. 11: 29.
He rubbed his face and kicked his feet over the side of the bed and stared at his fingers for a moment. His eyes glanced to the architecture text book on his table. No, it was too late...
With a sigh, he gave in. Jacob walked over to the book and turned on his lamp as he sat back on the bed, opening past the Roman columns, French courthouses, Russian cathedrals.
Until he reached the page of Victorian England manors, marked by a sheet of paper folded with care. With gentle hands, Jacob tenderly took out the loose paper and unfolded it and for what was the fifty billionth time since fifth grade but, as always, felt like a first or second or third time.
His gaze was met with a portrait. A portrait of a young woman not even past the age of seven and twenty, perhaps, who possessed dark hair swept into a high bun yet unable to capture loose wisps of hair; rosy cheeks from the chill at the time, perhaps; fair skin; button nose with a slight point at the end; soft, smiling pinkened lips that made him want to grin; shoulders and neck which was concealed by a deep blue blouse (he didn't mind. Jacob secretly admired the Victorian fashion no matter how stiff)- but what got him most captivated were her eyes.
Gorgeous, big brown eyes that smiled a mysterious grin. Eyes that seemed nearly too real, even for just a simple bust portrait. He'd often found himself wondering ridiculous thoughts even another collector would find silly- was she married and had children, or did she pass from disease in her youth? What if he'd travelled back in time and brought her here? What would she think of today? Then again...
He studied the face of her. He had no idea why he was so drawn to it. He'd been studying it for a while, trying to find out why he had been so drawn to it in the first place. Maybe it was her mysterious smile, or soft brown eyes, or just her beauty and the spirit portrayed in the picture.
He closed his eyes and set the painting down and yawned. Maybe Jenkins was right. Maybe it was time for sleep.
Yep, what else did you expect? No, the woman is NOT an OC. She is another character from somewhere else...
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