"Ouch" Myka yelled spinning to slap the womans hands away. The lady was used to difficult customers, most worse than this peculiar young woman. She grabbed Myka's hips and spun her back round to face Charles.
"Well if you stopped moving, I wouldn't stab you"
"Well if you didn't stab me I wouldn't move" Myka sighed in frustration while Charles tried his best to hold in a large bout of laughter which seemed to follow every rash statement Myka made.
"So America you say" Charles interrupted before a full on argument began, normally he would allow them to continue, just for personal pleasure, he loved a good spat but the seamstress had needles in her hands and after what happened to his sister the last time she was in here, he thought it best to prevent any further quarreling.
"Yes" Myka's replied, "North, I was born in Colorado but now I live in South Dakota, I mean…um…you probably don't know where that is."
"You assume to much, I know of Colorado and as for South Dakota, isn't that what President Harrison plans to call part of the Dakota territory, perhaps the south." Charles smiled half smugly, half mockingly at Myka, a rather familiar smile. Myka's eyebrows raised in shock.
"No need to look so surprised, I really am a genius." Myka placed her hands on her hips as if silently arguing his statement.
"Ok well maybe not, my sister travels a lot for work and she tells me often of her adventures and what she learns." Myka nodded believing him this time, she'd known him for only 2 hours and yet she had him pegged, that wasn't a good thing, especially not for Charles.
"Sounds like my type of woman" Myka smiled, "God, I've been spending to much time with Pete"
"Your Colloquialism is rather precocious, as is…was your clothing."
"Things are different where I'm from Charles, I'm different."
Myka exhaled relieved as the seamstress stepped away from her and nodded, her work was done so she turned and left the pair alone.
"Indeed, but my dear Myka as of now you are officially at the height of British fashion." Myka spun and gazed at herself in the mirror. Her hair was pinned up, the occasional curl fell loosely out of place and the blue dress that clung tightly to her body made her look unexpectedly elegant. Charles came and stood behind Myka, "Beautiful" he said before turning and grabbing his coat.
"Charles" Myka smiled walking towards him. "Why did you buy me a dress?"
"Because my dear you must be dressed appropriately if I'm going to show you of to everybody and in all honesty what else was I supposed to do, leave you on the street, alone, with no memories of how you got to England." Charles paused when he saw the confused look on Myka's face.
"You are also quite ravishing in a dress, I'm not going to complain having you on my arm."Myka had nothing to say so Charles walked to the front door holding it open for her to walk through, she obliged striding tall and proud.
"Thank you Charles" she smiled, "But I'm not sleeping with you." Myka continued forward, the smile falling from her face as she tripped out the door, recovering before she came close to hitting the ground.
"Of course not" Charles smirked shooting a devilish wink at the seamstress before pulling the door shut.
The sun had almost completely set, only a small glimmer of light could be spotted stretching out across the horizon, though little could be seen as the 3 story houses seemed to take pleasure in blocking the natural illuminator with their rather sinister exteriors. As what little heat that had radiated from the sun earlier disappeared into the night, a sharp chill enveloped the pair. Very few people littered the streets that evening, probably due to such harsh conditions.
"Where are we going?" Myka asked once Charles had finally caught up with her fast set pace in to the unknown city.
"Why home of course"
"And where is home? It's rather cold and I'd like to go inside if possible."
Charles smirked silently to himself, "You do ask a lot of questions"
"You don't give many answers" Myka retorted, growing tired with Charles and his games.
"The only reason I did not answer is because we are already here" he replied pointing proudly at the building behind Myka. She spun and found herself outside of one of those demonic looking town houses. There was now no natural light other than the beams of the moon to illuminate Myka's view, the house seemed rather familiar but it was to dark and to late for Myka to dwell on it, all the houses looked the same when cloaked by the night. Charles opened the gate and forgetting his manners of "ladies first" he flew up the steps, "Come on we've got a party to get to"
"Party" Myka exclaimed following Charles in his movement though rather less energetically.
"Yes, it is my birthday." Myka now stood right next to Charles, "Do I get a birthday kiss?"
Myka sighed and placed a small peck on his left cheek. Charles placed a finger on his lips, a certain invitation.
"Don't push your luck."
Charles exhaled frustrated, "Next time" he huffed pushing open the front door for them both to enter. As Myka stepped through the entrance , one hand resting on the pocket holding her Tesla and the other on it's twin which encased the pocket watch the sound of gossiping Brit's welcomed her. Charles escorted her to the front room where he had spent many an evening flirting with an assortment of young ladies.
"Charles" came a decidedly male voice, followed by the sight of a young man pushing his way through the part guests rather clumsily to where they stood.
"Ah Mr Wolcott, how are you?" Charles asked.
"Ah um I'm good thank you, happy birthday" he mumbled, eye's twitching from Charles to Myka then back to Charles again, "Thank you" Charles nodded. A cloud of silence then enveloped the threesome, but only for a moment.
"Oh yes, I'm sorry this is Myka Bering, Myka this is Mr Wolcott, he works with my sister." Both Myka and Mr Wolcott exchanged small hello's before allowing Charles to take charge of the conversation again.
"Myka is to be staying with us for a while" Charles announced.
"She is?" Wolcott asked.
"I am?"
"Yes Myka you are, where is my sister?" Charles asked hoping this would prevent Myka from arguing his invitation.
"Helena is just changing, we only just got back, she requested that I stay and wish you a happy birthday"
"Helena?" Myka asked.
"Yes, Helena, my sister, a free spirit, often missing, always in some sort of trouble."
Myka's eyes widened, `Wait a minute, Charles Wells, 1885, London, oh fu…`
"Oh Charles you flatter me"
Myka's thought was cut short as she spun to see the very conclusion to which she had come.
`Helena` she finished gazing stunned at the female form before her.
