Full summary for Time~

Henry Titan is a time-traveler born the year of 284. He was a famous archaeologist known for his curiosity and determination. Kate Winters is an average geoscientist desperately searching for the remains of -if any- The Lost City of Atlantis. When Henry shows up at her doorstep asking questions, she's hesitant to freely give her hard-earned information to a total stranger. But when Henry offers he the chance to see her mother again, how can she pass it up? Henry remains true to his promise and takes her back in Time. But what happens when Time starts...moving...backwards? How will they get out of its vice grip? Will something form between them, perhaps something deeper and more passionate than strangers? What's this dirty secret Henry's keeping? AU, Henate/Katry (Henry/Kate pairing), characters possibly slight OOC.

"Brother, you understand I need to do this." Henry was trying yet again to convince his sibling of his dire need of the Antikythera. He needed answers before he completely lost his mind. Quickly.

"Thy hold no knowledge of such," he retorted. I rolled my eyes at his formality and waved a hand dismissively. He constantly tried to mimic my old accent. I didn't have time for this.

"You understand enough to know my curiosity does not settle easily. You understand just as much as I do that by finding the ancient palace, your company would skyrocket. I'm not doing this for my sake, Walter. This is for you and Phillip," I lied smoothly. In truth, my thirst for knowledge wasn't easily quenched. However I wouldn't do much more for my brothers than they would me, which is to say not exactly abundant.

Walter frowned. "What has ever thou done for thyself?"

I bit my lip. Oops.

I cleared my throat. "Have you already forgotten, brother?" I asked slyly, hoping to get by with that. Walter, being the dense airhead he is, pursed his lips and blushed furiously in embarrassment. A nearly visible smirk crossed my lips, but I hid it as quickly as it came.

Walter narrowed his eyes. "Of course not. Now, what shalt thou request of in return?"

My eyebrow quirked. I just said it not five minutes ago. "The Antikythera," I repeated, trying to contain my annoyance. I was afraid some had slipped into my words, though it was apparent Walter hadn't caught them. I nearly sighed of relief.

He looked thoughtful, as if considering the pros and cons of the situation on his part. There really weren't many bad turns to the deal; the only thing he would be losing was an artifact that was supposed to be found two centuries from now. He didn't know the real meaning of the Mechanism, or what it was capable of doing.

He scratched his barely-there beard. "Why are you so interested in that Greek toy?" He asked, finally doing away with the accent he failed at speaking. I ground my teeth.

"It is not a toy," I said stiffly, my jaw clenched. He waved a hand dismissively.

I stalled another minute to come up with a convincing lie. "If you must know," I finally said. "my students are interested in the Grecian history. When they found that you were in possession of an artifact found off the coast of Greece, they wouldn't let me by without asking you to let them simply study its details," I explained nonchalantly.

Walter nodded slowly, letting the new information sink in. I crossed my fingers behind my back and waited with as much fixed patience as I could muster.

Finally, he sighed in clear exasperation. "Fine. I will allow your students to study the Antikythera, on the condition you return it to me in one peace."

I nodded. "Of course."

He sat up from his chair and gestured for me to follow him. He jogged up a staircase then ducked under an archway that led into an enormous library filled to the rim with books. It occurred to me they must belong to Calliope, his wife.

The huge dome-shaped ceiling was roofed by windows, and they followed through to the northern end of the room where it was encased with more glass. The northern wall was rounded off as well to face the opposing three. The two walls to my left and right held a huge bookcase reaching up to the high ceiling and across the long walls. More smaller -yet still fairly large- cases were scattered orderly across the vast room. There was a small table in the corner of the room, and upon it sat a bowl of pens, a small vase of Orrises, a few atlas's spread across, and a lit candle. There were chairs and another table, this one clear of everything but more books, stuffed in another corner, and a small wooden bench outside on the balcony of which seated none other than Calliope herself. Said persons' nose was in a novel, not surprisingly.

Walter sighed when he saw his wife, though it seemed more of admiration that bothersome. This surprised me. He always seemed to care nothing for Calliope, always dealing with affairs and doing nothing to prevent them from the future.

Frowning, I followed my brother to the back of the library where he was presently shuffling though piles of books and stacks of ink. Somewhere hidden amongst all of Calliope's things was a case that looked as one may carry to their workplace. Walter assured me with a quick wink and set the box on a semi-clear table. He drew a key from a his coat pocket and inserted it inside the keyhole, twisting it open and snapping the lid up with ease.

The Antikythera was just as I remembered it; dusty, rusted, course, and rocky, its surface covered in knobs and wheels and other gadgets.

Walter scowled at my unsurprised stare. "Are you not impressed?"

I frowned. "Why would I?"

He just sat there for a moment, a confused emotion taking dominance over his features. Then his muscles relaxed a bit and he dropped his gaze. "Never mind," he sighed.

I rolled my eyes after he looked away, and shook my head slowly. Always hoping he'd shown off.

He slowly closed the case again and handed me the key. "Very well, brother. Remember your word to keep it in one piece before you return it."

I nodded slowly, but as I turned on my way out, I let a slow mutter fall under my breath.

"No promises."

~{*}~

When I opened the door to my room I was greeted by the same refreshing scent of apples and freesia that insisted to follow my sister around. I drank in the smell, dearly missing my other siblings back in my time. Walter was merely my step-brother, something fake and reasonable to keep his mind sane from my presence. Everyone makes something out of me, something other than a time-traveler - it's how they don't suspect me, a five-hundred-something year old (at the moment) that looks about the age of seventeen to twenty-two, dresses from the third century and radiates strange.

I made my way down the stairs to my basement and opened the door, wincing when the old wood creaked and moaned. The apples and freesia was quickly replaced by dirt, ash and dust.

I coughed.

Sighing and getting straight to business, I walked to the center of the room and opened the case with the key Walter had given me. After snapping the lip up, I lifted the Antikythera out of the box, and gripped its edges. They held the same rocky texture that I'd remembered from so long ago.

I twisted knobs and turned the wheel and its needle, setting the time I wanted to be. After turning the last stud, I set the Mechanism by my feet and waited. Within seconds the air around me began to shimmer. As minutes passed, the glimpses of light grew more and more intense until I was nearly blinded. Heat began to role off of me in waves, and I struggled to stand still. This phase was always the worst part, the one that remained foreign despite how many times I'd done it before.

My eyes snapped shut. This was it.

After the light dared to get a shade brighter, it began to slowly fade. Everything slowed.

I held my breath.

And then it was gone.

I opened my eyes cautiously, relieved to find the light completely faded, and my feet still planted firmly on the hard ground, the Mechanism two inches away.

Everything around me was coated with an extra two layers of dust, including the Antikythera as well as myself I'd come to realize, as soon as I glanced down.

A small grin graced my lips.

Twenty-first century Greece, waiting right outside that door.

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