Spain

Fred placed her suitcase on the end of her bed in the hotel room, while Annie left her's by the door that led next door to Aidan's hotel room, and she ran over to the balcony. Annie opened the door and stepped out on to the balcony, taking in the view of sunny Spain.

"Fred you've got to come and see the view." Annie called back to her.

Fred smiled, "I can see it from in here."

"Yes, but out here you have the nice warm sun." Annie laughed.

"Hey guys?" Aidan opened the door that led into our room and he tripped over Annie's suitcase. "Annie, get your bag away from the door." He shouted to her.

Fred and Annie wanted to laugh, but they held it back and just smiled. Fred walked over and grabbed Annie's bag and threw it on to Annie's bed.

Annie ran back inside, "So where to first?"

Annie had planned out the entire trip, Aidan had a few objections to some of the things, but they got around them. As Aidan wasn't born in their time, Roslyn had helped them fake his birth certificate and whatnot. Aidan didn't have a last name as far as they knew, so they had to give him one, and the simplest option was Smith.

They reached to a club where they sat at the bar, they ordered some drinks and showed their ID's. Ever since Aidan had been given his last name, Annie seemed to like to laugh at it, whenever she heard his full name.

"Annie will you cut it out." Aidan frowned at her, with a slightly smirk.

Fred smiled and turned to Annie.

"I'm sorry, Mr Smith." Annie laughed.

Aidan rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Come on, Annie." Fred nudged her. "Its not funny."

"Sorry, I promise, I'll stop." Annie straightened out her face.

The night went quickly, before they knew it they had got back to the hotel, all pissed after a couple of rounds, Fred was the least pissed, growing up with James and Ryan, she knew what drinking could do, she wasn't a heavy drinker, but she wasn't a killjoy either. Aidan stubbled in to his room not even closing the door behind him, he seemed to just flop on to his bed and fall a sleep straight away. Aidan had been around alcohol, however like Annie, they didn't normally drink, so when they got going that night, it seemed like the drinks would never end, so they'd probably sick later on. Annie crawled into her bed, after a few moans she fell a sleep. Fred pulled her boots off, changed into a strap-top and PJ bottoms, she then wobbled over to her bed, pulled the cover back and climbed in, her eyelids were heavy and soon she joined her friends in sleeping.

Fred's eyes opened slightly as a light shone in her face. "Annie turn the light off." Fred moaned.

When nothing changed, Fred sat up, rubbed her eyes and stared at the open Gateway. Fred looked to Annie, who was still fast asleep, she even stared through into Aidan's room, he too was still asleep. Fred climbed out of her bed and stood in front of the Gateway, she hadn't called upon it, and Fred was pretty sure Annie hadn't. Fred wasn't going to blinding step through a Gateway, she about to back away from the Gateway, when suddenly the Gateway began moving as if it was breathing, before Fred knew it she was sucked through and it closed behind her.

Kenya, 1900

Fred sat up in the middle of golden and sand covered corp field. The sun was beating down, Fred knew this wasn't Spain. Fred climbed to her feet and dusted the sand off her, she flattened out her hand and placed her hand above her brow, blocking out the sun, and trying to make out where she was, or where life might possibly be. Only feet from her was a graveyard, the markers were all crosses, made from wood and metal, names carved into them. Fred approached the graveyard and noticed something, one of the graves were open. Fred wandered through the graveyard and over to the wood cross marker, it sat at the top of the open grave, however this grave wasn't perfectly open, no it looked more like something had crawled out. Fred gave turned to the name craved into the cross. Allan Quartermain.

Fred knew that name, but she couldn't pint point where from. Fred looked around, in the distance was a village, a large newly built white building, villagers with cattle, and horse-drawn carriages, Fred was in Africa and she knew it. Fred took a breath and made her way into the village, people stared at she walked through and towards the large newly built white building. Fred new exactly why they all stared at her, she was wearing her PJ's, but to these people she just looked strange, and unlike any other white person in sight, she didn't wear any shoes.

Fred approached one of the windows of the building and caught sight of someone familiar. Lilliana and quiet a young Lilliana at that, she looked twenty-three, and she was sitting with someone, but the back of the chair was facing the window and they were on the far side of the room. Fred pulled her eyes away from the window and approached the front door, where she was stopped by an African-butler.

"I'm sorry, Madam." The man stopped her.

Fred stared past the man and at Lilliana, who hadn't even noticed she was there. "No, I know her."

"Its alright." A female voice came from behind Fred, the man bowed his head and stepped back and the girl walked up beside Fred.

She was a younger version of the blonde woman Fred had seen when she was on her death bed, just last year. She smiled, she had to be nineteen, not much younger then Fred.

"You always knew how to make an entrance, and I love the PJ's." The girl smiled.

"You visited me, last year in Locksely." Fred pointed out.

"I did?" The girls thought for a moment. "Oh, it was probably future me, don't worry, Fred." The girl smiled. "I'm Vivian by the way, your Goddaughter."

Fred looked Vivian over, was she serious. "You what?" Fred said, speechless and surprised.

Vivian laughed a little, "Sorry." She paused. "Come with me, Mum and Dad will explain."

Fred followed Vivian over to Lilliana. When Lilliana saw Fred, she rose to her feet and greeted her with a hug.

"Look how you've grown." Lilliana smiled.

"Lilliana, you're alive?" Fred asked.

Lilliana lowered her head and then met Fred gaze with a smile. "I am, at the moment. But you, I only saw you yesterday, and you were tiny, now look at you."

"I was just on holiday and then I sucked away by a Gateway, and I ended up here." Fred informed her.

Lilliana looked to Vivian, and raised an eyebrow. "I said, to bring her here with care, not suck her through."

"She was going to back away from the Gateway, what else was I supposed to do, Mum?" Vivian smiled and took a seat.

"Mum?" Fred looked between the two of them, Vivian did resemble Lilliana quite well.

Lilliana turned back to Fred. "Walker this is my daughter Vivian, and your future Goddaughter."

Fred took a step back. "Wait, please tell me, you've come from different times, otherwise that's a little strange."

"I know what you mean." A deep Scottish male voice came from the arm chair, the one that Lilliana had been talking to.

Lilliana stepped back, she took a seat next to the arm chair and I sat down across from the Scottish man in the arm chair. The man had short white hair and a beard to match, he wore safari type clothing, but most of the men in the building did.

"Walker this is my husband, Allan Quartermain." Lilliana smiled, taking his hand in hers.

Fred's eyes widened and she froze for a moment.

"Fred?" Vivian said, which snapped Fred out of it.

Fred shook her head, her mouth kept opening, but she wasn't sure what to say. "Alight. First of all, no offense," Fred pointed to Quartermain. "You're in your sixties, possibly. And, second of all, you have a grave outside."

Lilliana smiled. "Walker, I married Allan, when he was twenty-five."

Fred sat back, "Right."

"And, the grave. Allan has just returned." Lilliana smiled at him.

"Returned?" Fred picked up on the word. "Returned from..?" Fred knew what she meant, but how was it possible, then she remembered, anything was now possible, after all she traveled through time.

"I was once blessed by a Witchdoctor, he said, Africa would never allow me to die. And here I am." Quartermain smiled.

Fred took a moment to process everything, before then asking another question. "Sorry, you guys said, you brought me here. Why?" Fred looked to them.

"There is a secret organization, known as the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. This League are about to embark on a mission that may prove fatal, it could threat the whole world." Lilliana paused, "That's where you come in, we need your help, Walker."

"Fred, please." Fred noted and then paused. "Lilliana, I'd like to help, but I nearly died last year, I can't get into anymore trouble, I promised someone I wouldn't."

"Please, Fred." Lilliana met Fred's gaze.

Fred thought for a moment, Lilliana did die for her, Fred owned it to Lilliana. Fred sighed and nodded, "Alright, I'll help, but I have to tell my friends back home."

"There's no time for that, Walker, you must go now." Lilliana pointed out.

"Wait, aren't you coming?" Fred asked.

They all rose to their feet.

"I'm protecting you back home, I'll pop in to see how you're doing." Lilliana smiled, hugged Quartermain and then Vivian, and walked out.

"Shall we?" Quartermain smiled.

"Don't worry, I'll give you something to wear." Vivian smiled at Fred.

"No dresses." Fred warned her, before they left.