I know there's a lot of such fanfics where author rewrites Tintin movie's scenario and add some girl (their fanfic personas mostly), but it was too tempting. Well, in this case female character will be my fiction self. I hope You will like this story.


It was extremely unpleasant autumn day; cold rain was falling, and the wind took off brown leaves from the trees and hats from heads. And it flipped everything what wasn't nailed or bolted to the pavement. With people inclusive.

"Shit!" almost eighteen years old Lucy Smith swore embracing a tree trunk, not to fall into a puddle when another gust of wind hit her in the back. "Damn it!"

When Lucy wrapped herself tighter in her black jacket, the hailstorm started. If she knew that weather would so sucks then she never go out of her house. In addition, she entered the warpath with the teacher of English, who expected from his students examples from Shakespeare's plays, and Lucy has used in her essay an examples from Terry Pratchett's Disckworld and Eduardo Mendoza's books ("Any moron knows what's going on in Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth, or King Lear!" she said in front of all classmates).

But hey, she thought, now I'm going home where are waiting for me Mendoza's El enredo de la bolsa y la vida, Cocoa powder, cool music and lack of younger brother. What can go wrong, the hell?

And in that very moment, lightning struck.


Lucy groaned in pain. Her head ached terribly, and she didn't remember that yesterday reached for something strong. Besides, the strongest drink she ever had in her mouth was a small sip of Croatian kivovica, tincture of kiwi fruit.

She stood up trembling slightly. She was so weak... Strange. Why I can't wake up normally, fully rested, instead always rise from the dead?, winced the girl touching the side of her head. Then she noticed that she's wearing a flat cap. And trench coat. And dark brown breeches reaching to her knees. Okay, that was pretty weird. Such clothes were fashionable in twentieth century. Then she noticed that she isn't even in her home town even. She was between two tenement houses. Very characteristic tenement houses.

It was Brussels.

"Oh, shit" Lucy whispered with round eyes.


Lucy, because of lack of better ideas, first searched her coat's pockets (found items: folding knife, pocket magnifying glass, documents from 2016 and a lighter) and moved into the market. She was once in the capital of Belgium, but the city, which she was now, didn't look like the one that she remembered. Many of the buildings and landscape features (cough, cough, Atomium) were missing. But how the heck it was possible? She couldn't remember how she get in here. To be honest she couldn't remember anything after return to home after school. Was it some kind of weird dream? Well, other option, time travel, was pretty hard to do. It was science-fiction for now, nothing else.

Then she noticed a newsstand. Titles and articles were in French of course, and the pictures were black and white. But that's not caught her attention. One of the photos was actually a map showing... Korea!

"Oh shit," croaked Lucy staring at the newspaper. And then I looked at the date. 19... No! Stop! It wasn't possible! Surely she didn't fall into a black hole, or any other damn thing! "Shit, shit, shit, shit..."

"Excuse me, boy, something's wrong?" asked someone's warm, male voice with British accent behind her back.

"I'm a female," Lucy replied automatically. People often mistook her with boy, even when she showed her long hair. She had time to get used to this, but it still annoyed her.

"Oh" the man behind her was a little surprised "Then I'm sorry, miss...?"

"Smith. Lucy Smith" this time the girl couldn't help herself. She was too big fan of James Bond. To be honest, this guy's voice was pretty similar to Daniel Craig's...

"Nice name. And fitting, you have pretty light complexion indeed, miss Smith" now the man was on her side. "My name is Ivan Sakharine"

What?


Not the best beginning, I admit, but I'm gonna improve my writing.