*Sigh* Okay here it goes; I do not own the Patriot, or any of the characters in it. Wow it was almost painful to write that.
Jessie Evans emerged from her office building at midnight. She trudged to her car in a tired daze. She took a sip of her cold coffee and jammed her keys into the ignition. She backed her car out of its spot and rolled out onto the road. As she pushed her car towards the promise of her warm bed, she felt an impact against the hood of her car. She abruptly halted the car and scrambled out of the driver's side door. Lying there in front of her car was a distinctly human figure.
"Dammit!" Jessie knelt next to the body and put fingers to its neck. She was relieved beyond belief when she felt the distinct rhythm of a pulse. As she let out a breath, Jessie began to take in the appearance of the person. It was a handsome male dressed in revolutionary war era clothing. The long hair and outdated clothing first struck her as weird, but she figured that he was just a revolutionary war reenactor. She saw a lot of those in South Carolina.
As Jessie was busy with her thoughts, the man began to stir. He opened his eyes and looked at her with curiosity. Before Jessie could say anything, he closed his eyes and let out a breath. He seemed fine and Jessie couldn't afford to take him to the hospital anyway, but Jessie knew that she couldn't just leave the man lying there in the street. Grudgingly, she forced her arms under his and with quite a bit of effort, dragged him into the car.
"Why do I have to be so freakin sympathetic," Jessie mumbled to herself as she drove home. When she pulled up in front of her house, Jessie yet again shoved her hands into the man's armpits and began to drag him. Getting him into the house wasn't too much of a challenge, but getting him onto the couch was a whole other story. Jessie tried resting his upper body on the couch, but the moment she let go to grab his legs, the man slid off the couch and landed on the white carpet with a thud. She decided to start with his legs and try again, but the exact same thing happened in reverse order. For the third try, she decided to do something different. She knelt on the floor and tried to push the man's body up onto the couch. Half way through the pitiful attempt, Jessie fell and landed on the ground, with the man's limp body lying across hers. The small twenty four year old pushed his tall, muscular body off of hers and sat up. She decided to give one more attempt rather than just leave his body where it was. She propped him up against the base of the couch and walked around to the back. She again put her hands under his arms and pulled him up so that he was sitting on the couch. From there she was able to adjust the body so that it was lying down.
After everything that night, Jessie was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to curl up and go to sleep, but considering the stranger sleeping on her couch, she figured that would be a bad idea. She decided instead to walk around the small wall separating the front room and the kitchen and sit down at the table where she could see him. Jessie meant to stay awake until the man woke up, but sometimes one can't help but fall asleep.
The next morning, Jessie woke up to find the barrel of a gun pressed against her temple.
"Turn around." She heard someone say. Jessie did just that, and after a one hundred and eighty degree turn, Jessie found two grey eyes trained on her.
"Where am I?" demanded the man, "did I stutter?" asked the man when Jessie failed to answer.
"No," she said. "And you're in my house in South Carolina."
"This is not South Carolina."
"Yes it is. I've lived here my whole life." At this statement the man's face flashed with confusion, but set on anger.
"How did I get here?" he asked.
"I hit you with my car" The same look came over the man's face as the last time.
"What is a car, and why did you attack me with it. Are you with the rebels?" Jessie had no Idea what he meant.
"I didn't attack you, it was an accident, and what do you mean by what's a car?"
"I have never before heard of such a thing."
"Are you serious?" Jessie could tell by the look on his face that he was in fact serious. "You know, a car. You drive around in it."
"Do you mean a cart?" he asked.
"No, a car." Jessie was really beginning to think that this man was crazy. Had he hit his head when she ran into him? "What year do you think it is, sir?"
"1780, of course."
"It's 2012," Jessie had not finished her statement because she was cut off.
"Do not lie to me wench! I know what year it is and I know that this is not South Carolina!" the man must have lowered his gun at one point because he raised it again towards Jessie.
"Please, Sir. Just calm down. I can prove that I'm not lying to you." The man lowered his gun and Jessie led him over to her calendar on which the date was clear. In bold letters it stated July 14th, 2012. The man looked confused, and slightly defeated, though it was hard to tell. "Look sir," Jessie began, "I don't know what's going on either, but I think that you should just try to calm down and we can work this out." The man nodded and sat down at the table. "Would you like some coffee?" Jessie asked. The man nodded and Jessie got up and made the coffee.
Jessie set down a mug of coffee in front of the man, which he studied inquisitively. Jessie sat down across from him and took a sip of her own coffee.
"Okay. So, I think that we should try and work this out." Jessie had always been a logical person and at times like this it showed.
"Indeed", agreed the man.
"So, we know that you don't know where you are, and I don't where you're from. Do you have any idea how you got here?"
"No," answered the man. So far this conversation had been getting them nowhere. With a sigh, Jessie stood from her seat and picked up the man's empty mug. She walked to the sink and began to wash it.
"Do you have anywhere to go?" she called from the kitchen.
"Considering, that I don't know where I am, the answer would be a no."
"Do you have any money?" she asked.
"No." came the man's simple answer.
"Well, I guess that you can stay here until we figure something out."
"That is very kind, miss, but I will be fine on my own." Jessie really wanted to accept his offer, but she knew that she would never be able to sleep again if she just let him go.
"No sir, I insist. At least sleep and eat here."
"All right then, I will stay."
"Great. I'll go get you some blankets and you can set them up on the couch. Today's Sunday so I have the day off, but I have to go into work tomorrow.
"You work?" asked the man, slightly taken aback.
"Uhh, yeah."
"But you are a woman."
"Women work here."
"How strange. And I suppose they go to battle as well," he added with a slight chuckle.
"Yup," answered Jessie, who couldn't help but giggle at the expression on the man's face. "Are you hungry?"
"I suppose."
"Kay you hand tight and I'll make breakfast, and please put the piston down." The man put down his gun and Jessie went into the kitchen to make breakfast.