Hello you guys! I'm sorry for my absence as of late, but life kind of has a way of catching up to you, you know? So I am back, but it's been a while and I'm having trouble getting creative juices flowing. So I'm writing stuff to help get back in the Patriot and time travel land, with that may I present... TAAA-DAAAA!! The scrap pile!! Or more accurately, a collection of one-shots that go with 'Lost in Time,' but don't really fit into the main story. These will feature all of the main characters and the one-shots will not be posted in any order at all. Well, without further ado, here is the scrap pile.

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Chapter 1: In which Ban receives harsh treatment by a woman...and a revolving door.

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'I met a young giii-iirl there with her face like a rose...And her skin was as faaaa-aiir as the lily that grows"

Banastre's very off-key tenor voice carried through the nearly empty hotel lobby as he stumbled away from the resteraunt and more notably, the bar.

He was drunk. Very drunk. He hadn't really intended to have so much drink at that nice hotel but... He hadn't really intended his company for the night to depart from him so soon. Such a shame, Miss uh... Velasquez, he remembered now, was quite an exciting spitfire! Such passion, although he didn't much appreciate being at the receiving end after he ah... had a bit to drink and another woman's name slipped out instead of hers. It was quite embarrassing but well, one can only keep up with so many names! That excuse did not seem to be enough for her however, so he's had quite a few venomous words discreetly thrown at him. He had no idea what some of them were, because he does not speak Spanish, but none of it must have been very flattering. Then she firmly excused herself and left him alone.

He began to sing again, his voice wavering and forlorn now.

"I laid this girl dooown wiiiith her face to the sky...

Took out me raaaamoood, me bullets likewi--"

'Maria!'

Ban promply stopped his rather dirty recitation at the recollection of the Spanish lady's name. Although it was too late, he nearly gave a little whoop of triumph, but instead he stumbled and nearly tumbled down a small set of marble stairs near the lobby exit. He did end up saving his pretty face however, by grabbing onto the object closest to him (an empty bellhop) and hoisting himself back up.

"Sssssory..." His boyish face clumsily jerked upward at it, as he has somehow mistaken the figure for a person, until his chocolate eyes blearily focused on the golden pipes.

"Oh."

Ban's thin lips curled into an oversized grin and he released a short, barking laugh. He was too intoxicated for embarrassment anymore,and he was alone anyway-- mostly.

He managed to reduce his humor to an uneven hissing that escaped between his teeth as he stumbled towards the door. It wasn't really a door, well not like he's ever seen. It consisted of four glass panels that rotated in a circle. It was pointlessly impractical, and nigh impossible for him to use even when sober!

With a great heaving sigh, Ban finally pushed himself against the resistance of one great glass panel. Perhaps he used too much of his strength however, because the revolving door began to spin like a top and it pushed him right along with it! He had no choice but to keep going around, although every cycle made his head spin. Finally, having quite enough, Banastre thrust himself out of the gap into what he believed was the street.Yet, when he raised his pounding head, he only saw the formal decorations and fancy furniture.

"Oh, but this is a disaster..." He mumbled miserably to himself, cradling his head in his shaking arms. Despite the protests of his sluggish muscles, he was up once again to reluctantly try again. Only the exit offered yet another obstacle when Ban's jacket caught in between the gap and one of the panels.

"Bloody--fucking hell!"

Soon enough the short man found himself knocked onto his bottom after a long battle to claim back the hooded part of his garment. However, this particular struggle managed to deliver several big blows: he will walk out of there not only drunk and regected, but with a bruised bottom, a bleeding head, and a heavily damaged sense of dignity.