I would seriously suggest reading the author's notes on my profile or you will have NO IDEA what is going on because this is based on another project of mine.

Qua

The Transporter

Chapter I – Drugs, Sex, 'N Rock and Roll

Cosima didn't know anything about the time displacement theory, but she could have sworn the clock had been moving backward. The entire day, with each hour the clock ticked slower and slower. Finally, the clock struck four. Cosima shoved her paperwork into the I/O bin, grabbed her stuff and bolted out of the room. Everyone stared at her as she ran for the door like a madman. And before anyone could say a word, she was on her motorcycle and gone.

She was four hours early, and Cosima didn't give a damn. Souvenirs already bought and Cosima was in the front when the gates opened. The present group rushed in and the rest of the seats eventually filled in. The lights dimmed. Chaos ensued.

An hour into the concert Cosima was the happiest person across time and space. The mosh pit had been in full swing for a while but Cosima made sure to keep out of it. She was enjoying the less violent dancing.

No one noticed Cosima as she blended into the ocean of dancing bodies. For the rest of the song she moved to the beat with the ocean. It was a while before Cosima noticed someone off to her right that was staring at her. He had flaming red hair that was tied back. He wore a pair of black pants and a tank top. He also had a pair of vibrant eyes that were... Blue? She couldn't quite tell. He was wearing colored shades. But the thing that really caught Cosima's interest was that he wasn't human. He was a toon. It didn't surprise Cosima. About a third of the people there were toons after all.

He slowly raised a hand and flicked a finger, motioning for her to come closer. Cosima grinned and starting pushing her way toward him. The situation didn't bother her in the least. She had always felt safer around toons. The band had struck up another song and immediately, the entire mood room changed to the new, faster pace of the song. Cosima joined in dancing to the beat only a couple inches from the toon that motioned to her earlier. He looked her over for a moment before finally locking eyes with her. Then he joined in, mirroring every one of her moves perfectly.

He followed her lead for a while and then suddenly placed his right arm on her side, toward Cosima's back. Then the other arm. He was still dancing to her rhythm, but made no attempt to pull her in. Cosima grinned. This one was brave. She decided to reward him by placing her arms around his neck. His expression didn't change and his eyes never once left hers.

He slowly began to run both hands up her body, to her shoulders, then up her arms and then all the way back down again. Cosima had just noticed that he slowed his dancing, and she with him. They were no longer dancing to the music. Suddenly, he moved forward, but he didn't kiss her. Instead, he lingered on her neck. She could feel him breathing softly. She could smell his cologne. Cosima closed her eyes as he ran his hands up and down her again. This time he pulled her in slightly. It was intoxicating. Now she was mimicking him and breathing on his neck.

Cosima lingered there, fully aware of the state she was in, but liking it nonetheless. She hadn't even noticed the current song was coming to a close. She pulled away a little and again looked into the toon's eyes. He still had the same expression, but was close to her. Real close. She just began to wonder how long it would be before he'd attempt a kiss when she felt a pinprick on her neck. Her right hand moved to her neck. Damn mosquitoes, she thought. She looked at the toon and suddenly remembered. She was at a concert. She was inside. She stared at his expression as it suddenly became fuzzy, and then, black.