In The Wrong Time

by candelifera

Brianna just wanted to go on her holiday; instead she ended up being sucked through a time loop. Add in dealing with people from 2149, a Commander that she seems to have an undeniable attraction to and a group of sixers that want to kidnap her. OC/AU

1. Chapter 1

I own nothing apart from bits of the plot and the OC.

A/N I've decided to try my hand at a Terra Nova fic. For this story Taylor is thirty five and has never been married. Also Lucas will be his brother, not his son just for this story. I know the age is pushing it a bit but it fits the story. Let me know what you think!

Chapter One

2010

As yet another student sat on their blue kick boards I resisted the urge to bang my head against a wall. Instead I told the child exactly what I had told the other two students next to him;

"Your board stays on top of the water. If I see this one more time you'll be sitting on the edge."

The student cowered slightly; I could look scary when I wanted too. I raised my eyes up to the student's mother who shook her head and gave me an apologetic smile. I continued with the class, encouraging the young students to kick harder and praise them when they get the technique right.

At the end of the class I waved goodbye to students and parents before heaving myself out of the pool. I grabbed the basket filled with the kickboards and the lesson plan before unpacking it in the store room. I unpacked quickly, more than ready to get home and wash the smell of chlorine out of my hair. I grabbed my back and then headed out to the change rooms, waving at one of the other teachers as I walked past her lane.

I had been teaching kids how to swim since I was in high school and even though I worked as a history teacher I still couldn't give up being a swim teacher. Despite the odd student that would drive me up the wall, I loved being able to teach something different and something so necessary.

Upon getting home I did the first thing that I always did; took a long shower. I followed my normal routine for the rest of the night; dinner, mark assignments and then watch various DVD's before heading to bed. I followed this routine happily; my friends didn't get it. Most of them were still in the going out to clubs phase and getting drunk and sleeping with random people. For whatever reason¸ I had never been particularly interested in the party scene, more than happy to stay at home and watch a movie.

I did, however, travel regularly; being a teacher had its perks, especially when it came to holidays. I had planned my latest holiday to Fiji, wanting to partake in a more relaxing holiday than my previous ones. Having been over most of Europe and some of America I had decided to go on a holiday that didn't involve sitting in a bus every two to three days.

My suitcase was packed and ready by the front door and all I needed was to pack up my laptop and then head to bed. I hadn't planned on working today, being called in when someone called in sick so I knew I would have to go to bed early than planned.

My alarm woke me up at the crack of dawn and with a grumble I crawled out of bed. I do this every time I go away; I organise my flight far too early and tell myself that I won't do it next time. Still half asleep I ate breakfast quickly, running later than I would like from pressing the snooze button. I showered and dressed quickly, becoming more excited about my upcoming trip.

I re-checked my backpack, filled with my favourite books and some snacks for the flight. The long flight from Australia to Fiji was definitely going to require snacks and entertainment aside from the films on the plane. I mentally went over what I had packed, ticking off how many pairs of pants and tops I had as well as the multiple history text books I had just received. I wanted to flick through them before approving them as text books for my classes and even though I was on holidays I still enjoyed looking at history books.

I heard the distant sound of a horn and took that as my signal to go. I grabbed my suitcase, backpack and laptop and somehow managed to get out the door. I locked the front door and frowned when I heard a strange whirling noise, almost like a windy day except it didn't feel like a breeze. I turned around, my hand still on the handle of the suitcase and dismissed the noise as my mind playing tricks on me. I proceeded forward, trying my best to ignore the sound that still continued despite my ignoring it.

And that's when everything changed.