+++Authors Note: Hey guys, this is my first (ever) fan fiction so I very much appreciate any comments, recommendations and critique you can give me. Also, English is not my first language so I apologize for any misspelling or false use of grammar – again I'm happy about all tips. Thanks!+++

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A strange thing – that's what it was. He looked at her like he'd forgotten the place around them, like the world had stopped spinning, like they'd fallen out of time.

Well, she had actually. Out of her time of existence, even out of the time of her body. The age gap between her host and her mind wasn't as huge as Trevor's, who had to cope – or enjoy? – a set back of more than a hundred years. Hers wasn't even as big as Carly's, who had trimmed about twenty years of her former self.

For Marcy twelve years have passed by in the wrong direction. So while she maybe appreciated the fair skin and the slender legs of the early twenties, she sometimes wished her real age back. Than it would be more plausible to be some kind of expert for the FBI and people would trust her opinion more. But would David look at her like that? She'd read his file – the false one presenting him as a reporter – but nevertheless she was sure his date of birth stated there was right. He was 28 years old, not too much younger to her 34, but still.

She snapped out of her rambling train of thoughts when she heard him call her name. It took her a second to focus on his face, which was so near to hers she could see the amused sparks in his eyes.

„Where did you go?", he asked with a quite chuckle.

„Nowhere, sorry, just wondering."

„Wondering what?"

She lowered her eyes, trying to think of a little lie to tell him. She couldn't come up with one this time.

„What you see, when you look at me like that."

His smile got broader while his eyes went serious. „I see a miracle."

Now it was his turn to look away, almost embarrassed by his blunt admission. With a soft touch she lifted his chin and waited till his eyes followed the movement and looked at her again – even more deeply than before. With a long, longing kiss she took his self-doubt away and her own with it. A strange thing in deed, she thought.