A/N edit-

I am aware Mey-rin's name is actually Mey-rin and not Maylene. But I didn't know until probably four months ago.

I am not going back to change it, because it will be part of a character development between Tabby and Mey-rin some time in the future. Ran-mao might join too.

"My lord, we need to change her. She will get hypothermia in those clothes."

Someone sighed in response. "We will ask Maylene and Madam Red to once we get there." He was quiet. "She's getting the seat all wet."

"It was either the seat or my own clothes, and I do prefer my clothes dry." Oh, how loving and thoughtful of them. Well, at least I was going to be changed by a female and not these dicks.

"I believe she is waking up, my lord."

Deciding now was as good a time as any, I forced my eyes to open.

And sitting across from me was a twelve year old version of my brother Maverick with an eye patch.

I blinked. And again. And a third time. "There's no way you could be Maverick."

He looked at me with his unamused blue eye. "No. I am the Earl of Phantomhive, Ciel Phantomhive."

I blinked. "That's an important title, right?"

His mood changed, and the air became awkward with my ignorance. "So uh…where am I?" I noticed his clothing. "Better yet, when am I?"

The boy raised his eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

I sighed, and looked at the body next to me, about to ask the same question, however, every thought flew out the window.

"Holy hot damn…" I said, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them.

The male being of god personified raised one holy eyebrow. "A lady should not speak like that."

I snorted, quite unladylike, and almost regretted doing such a thing in the presence of such a godly man. "Yeah, like that's the most unladylike thing I'm doing right now." Perhaps mind molestation is?

"Why are you dressed in such a fashion?"

I looked at the boy. "I asked you first."

He made a face. "I am an Earl. You are to answer my questions before I ever contemplate answering yours, and even more to the point, you are a woman showing a generous amount of skin. Even the local prostitutes don't do that."

My glare hardened, and my form of speaking to Maverick began to manifest itself.

"Okay, since you are apparently a little kid, and younger than me, I don't really give a damn if you're the Earl or not. As you can tell, I don't care about that title, since I don't even know how important it is-another question you didn't answer-I do not feel the need to act like you are an important figure. I have a hunch that I'm still in England, however I have no fucking idea as to how there is SNOW on the ground, and the fact you are dressed in the Victorian Era English fashion. The last time I had my head screwed on right, it was Saturday, July second, two thousand eleven. And don't even place a hand on me mister god-almighty-heavenly-on-the-eyes, or else I will molest and rape that hand along with the being it's connected to." I depressingly noticed he pulled the hand back, however I did notice the boy's reaction. "And, for your info, to be quite honest, I'm willing to bet some people have thought you were an underdeveloped girl. I would have thought that except you look way to much like my brother. So thar, mister-but-possibly-miss Ciel."

This seemed to piss him off a great deal. "I could merely let you out of here, and into the snow you're so amazed at."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And have me tell everyone about "'Ow Earl Ciel Phantomhive originally had the intent to save the poor girl who has absolutely no idea about where she's at, or 'ow she got 'ere-let alone about what the bloody 'ell she's wearin'-then decided that it was worth too much trouble and put the wet freezing cold girl into the snow?" I thought I pulled a decent British accent out of my ass. Well, it would be arse here, wouldn't it? Either way, I'm an American and did a pretty good job at the British attempt.

Ciel didn't find it funny. "You are in London, England, January 21st, 1888."

I blanched. 1888? "What?" I squeaked out.

The carriage stopped, and the god opened the door, helping his 'lord' out first, before helping me out.

"Oh Ciel!~" A voice from inside called, distinctly feminine. "You've arrived back earlier than I thought you would. I was under the impression that-Oh my! Poor dear, what ever happened to you? And what are you wearing?"

I sighed. The wind blew, and the numbness my body had gotten over seemed to disappear as this new coldness took over.

"Please come inside. You are undoubtedly cold." The god said, and I did as directed, the man being correct in his statement. As soon as I entered, I wanted to melt. In fact, I was pretty sure I did as the numbness in my legs seemed to evaporate, and I began to sway, losing feeling from the sudden change in temperature. The godly man's hands were placed on my shoulder to steady me.

"Madam Red, if you would, please go find something from Miss Elizabeth's hoard of clothes she stashes here. They appear to be the same size if put into a corset." The man said, and while I found his voice quite heavenly, the word 'corset' while being spoken about me made me scared.

A whimper escaped me. "What was that about a corset?"

He smiled down at me, and I had a strange sense to fear that smile. "Please, follow me. I will show you to a room."

I nodded and followed him, however I was quite cautious, and looked for different ways to run in case I needed to. Especially if a corset was brought out.

"May I inquire as to what your name is?"

I blinked. "Oh, it's Constance Vaughn. Who are you?"

"My name is Sebastian Michaelis." He replied, opening a door. "If you would, Miss Vaughn."

I nodded. "Thank you. And please, call me Tabby."

"Tabby?"

I shrugged. "My friends nicknamed me it after an orange tabby cat began to follow me around."

"What happened to the cat?"

I scratched the back of my head. "Lets just say the cat died and not go into details. I'd doubt you'd understand what a truck is." Surprisingly, it wasn't run over. It was actually much more gruesome; it got stuck in the engine.

"You would be correct in that assumption."

"Where would you like me to put my clothes?" I asked, turning to look at him. He bowed. I took out my ipod, phone and camera, and set them on the counter. I then felt in my pocket and found the charger for my ipod, and my eyes lit up with joy.

"I will take them after you are dressed." He stood up. "If you would-"

"Has the electrical plug been invented yet?"

He stopped and blinked. "Yes. We have one in each room here, however-"

"Where?"

He pointed next to a cabinet, and I ran over to it. I had my fingers crossed as I plugged in my ipod. It lit up, and a picture of the battery appeared. (1)

"YEEEEEEESSS!" I yelled, happy beyond words. Because Sebastian was the only being in there, I shared my happiness with him by hugging him.

"Miss Tabby, you're still all wet."

I blinked and let go. "Oh, sorry." I said, before promptly pulling off my shirt and tank top, revealing my bikini top. I then proceeded to hug him.

"Miss Tabby?"

"Sebastian, I brought those clothes and a corset~ I also brought Maylene to help-Oh my."

"Mister Sebastian, what did you do to her?"

I could feel him sigh. "I did nothing."

"She's half naked!"

"I do know that. She is pressed against me."

I let go of him and smiled. "I was merely extremely happy, so I expressed my joy in the act of hugging you."

"Obviously."

He turned and began to walk out of the room.

"Wait, did you want my boots too?"

He turned around, and I believe he was utterly surprised to see me with the skirt off and in a pile of clothes, along with me taking off my boots.

"Yes, I will need those."

"Well wait a minute." I stuck out my tongue in the effort of trying to take off my shoe. I sighed in frustration and my behind plopped onto the ground.

"It…just…takes…a bit…of…Effort! Ha!" One boot down. I moved onto the next one, and it too decided it was going to be difficult.

I could feel all eyes on me, probably intrigued by the fact that I was sitting in a bathing suit, not the least bit uncomfortable about it.

"Wah-La!" I held up my boots for him, smiling. "Here yah go."

He nodded, taking them. A raspberry haired maid helped me from the floor.

"You are so brave, to show so much skin to Mister Sebastian." Her face was cherry red. She held up a bloody tissue and was dabbing her nose.

"Eh. Just because he's a god incarnate, doesn't mean I should hide my body. Everyone I know has usually been with me in a pool. Why should he get special attention?" I shrugged. "He doesn't seem to care anyways."

Apparently I had made a valid point. "Is that the 'brassiere' the French has recently released?" The all red woman asked in awe at my bikini top.

"Er…not quite…it's extremely similar, except this one is designed for swimming."

She looked at me. "Really? I've never heard of one for that purpose."

I bit my lip. "Yeah well, I use it in replace of a corset so, we wont be needing-"

"Oh, of course we still need a corset!"

I blinked. Then I darted out the door and down the hall.

"Miss! Please come back!"

I forced myself to move faster, and burst into a room that had six occupants. One female. The rest males. Two were blond males and both were unknown, an unknown Chinese appearing man and woman, who had rather large breasts, along with an extremely short Chinese dress thing on. And they said I showed skin. The other two were Sebastian and Ciel. I paid them no mind. However, I notice a tick form on Ciel's eyebrow.

"Why exactly are you not dressed?"

The Chinese man shrugged. "I do not mind it."

Both blond men had the decency to blush, however, the older one seemed to drool a bit.

"They…wanna…put me…in a…corset…" I weezed out, trying to obtain the normal breathing fluctuation.

"So you ran, in merely that." Sebastian stated, sighing.

I nodded. "Problem?" I sniggered. "I figured I could run faster, considering they have heels hindering them, along with corsets obstructing their breathing. Not to mention all that weight from the dresses."

He sighed. "Do not make me restrain you."

My eyes widened.

"Chinese man!" He tilted his head. "You like seeing me like this! Don't let them capture me!"

He sighed, then motioned something at the girl. She jumped up and I noticed-while blushing-that she didn't wear underwear. I was curious as to if anyone else noticed this, when she wrapped her arm around my waist and jumped back into the air, and we landed in the Chinese man's lap.

"Er…thank you very much. I'm not quite sure how this helps, but I feel much safer."

"Ey! Are you American?"

I nodded. "Born and raised."

He eyed me. "Was your family confederate or union?"

I blinked. "Uh…I have no idea which. We live in Alabama, however, we have no slaves. We're all against slavery where I'm from."

His eyes widened a bit in surprise. "Really? In the south?"

I scratched my head. "Yeah…in fact-" the look Ciel was giving me told me to shut my mouth, and I did just that, afraid of the corset. "You know what? Nevermind. It's not important."

"What'cha mean, not important? It's extremely im-"

"Bard. Please be quiet. At this current moment in time, we have more pressing matters to deal with." Sebastian said, and turned his head toward me. "First, we must restrain her, then check her into an asylum."

My eyes widened. "What? I'm not crazy!"

He gave me a falsely kind smile. "We never said you were."

I glared. "An asylum is where people who are mentally disturbed are taken. Despite what I've said already, I am to assume you believe me to be mentally disturbed. I can assure you that I am not. In fact, I am quite well off. Where I'm from, I'm entering my junior year of high school in September.

Everyone blinked at me.

"What's a 'junior year of high school'?" The younger blond asked.

I sighed. "Teachers that teach thirty kids at a time, and each tutor is specially developed in one area of expertise. As in, one teacher will teach math, the other will teach science."

"And what is this 'junior year'?" Ciel asked, appearing uninterested.

"My eleventh year of schooling."

Everyone's eyes widened. "Eleven years?" Lau asked from underneath me. I was reminded that I was sitting on him.

"I've completed ten years, and am about to start my eleventh." I answered, nodding.

Ciel sighed. "Sebastian. She has a cut on her arm. Clean it before it gets infected."

I looked at my arm, and lo and behold, a thin cut went across half the length of my forearm.

"Oh. I didn't even feel it."

"You probably got it when you were in the water, for you were numb." Ciel said, turning to walk out the doors. However, before he could, the doors burst open with the two women who had been chasing me.

"There she is!" the red haired woman said.

"Mister Sebastian! Would you restrain her?" The maid asked. My eyes widened.

"Miss Maylene, currently she is not going to be dressed. She has a cut I need to disinfect, and it is better for that to be done first."

Both women blinked and Sebastian walked over to me holding out a hand. "Miss Tabby?"

I eyed the hand. Like hell I was going to let them take me. He is going to hand me over as soon as he is done.

…But I really don't want my cut to get infected…especially since this was 1887, and lack of the medical technology from the twenty first century.

I sighed, and placed my hand in his. He pulled me up, and I followed to where he led me.

"Please, sit on the counter here while I collect the needed supplies." Sebastian said when I entered a bathroom. I did as told, not particularly happy about it.

A few minutes later, he returned, and pressed a cotton ball to the cut. If I couldn't feel it before, I could feel it now.

"Ow! Bitch!" I jerked my hand to get it free and away from the harmful disinfectant, but Sebastian had my wrist in a death grip.

"Please stop flailing Miss Tabby."

I bit my lip, holding back curse words. I was going to say something about how he didn't have to call me 'Miss' however, 'damn it' began to come out of my mouth instead, so I decided it was best to just not speak.

I jerked my head down, and it hit Sebastian's shoulder. Because he was the one doing this to me, I didn't feel all that bad for biting him.

"Miss Tabby, I would prefer it if you didn't try to draw blood." Sebastian said, and I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

I mumbled something along the lines of effing dickhead, which he somehow heard causing him to chuckle.

"There, all done. I need to rap it in a bandage. Please let go of my shoulder." Sebastian said, releasing my arm. In turn, his shoulder was released from in between my teeth.

Wrapping the bandage around my arm, I winced at the touch, but it wasn't even a fraction as bad as it had been.

"There. It is all nice and clean now." Sebastian gave me a kind little smile, the one my instincts told me to be afraid of.

Oh dear, we should be running.

But he's so sexy.

He's giving us that smile!

That's what makes him sexy!

I blinked at the inner monologues going on inside me. Perhaps I did need to be taken to an asylum.

Nonsense dear. We're merely the past reincarnations of yourself.

Well, she is. I'm a future incarnation.

What the fuck?

Oh, yes, that's how I'd react too. This is probably how I will react if I ever do meet any voices in my head.

Of course, were here, you daft idiot.

Okay, I could believe they were me. I looked at Sebastian, he blinked at me.

"Oh, sorry, I was talking to the voices in my head." I answered, smiling sweetly.

Yes, that makes me feel so loved.

Oh, be quiet. Now, dear, you need to get away from this creature, because all the bad-things-warnings I can think of light up when he's around.

What do you mean?

I mean, that he seems to be an all around evil person.

But he's so sexy! He cant possibly be evil.

I shook my head. "I'm so totally going to ignore them."

The look on Sebastian's face made me nearly laugh. Apparently he was concerned about my mental health.

"Now, if I may take my leave…" I said, hopping off the counter.

In the mirror, I saw him smirk. Oh dear god, my past life was right.

"Miss Tabby, as it seems you can escape the only women in the building, I have been assigned the task of getting you dressed." He said, and I swore I saw his eyes glow in the mirror.

"Uh…" I turned around and looked at him, however his eyes weren't glowing. I did notice though, that his eyes were red. "Bye!" I squeaked and took off down the hall.

I had turned down at least three halls, and I didn't hear him following me. Slowing, I turned around and saw no one. "Perhaps he's too good to run."

Dear, do not turn around, just run back the way you came.

I gulped, but did as my voice said. Behind me, I heard a chuckle that came from Sebastian.

I continued running, and entered a random room. I locked the door behind me, and sighed in content when nothing ran against it.

Turning around, I noticed I was in someone's bedroom, and it appeared to be used.

There was nothing extraordinary to tell me who's room this was, so I opened the closet. I blanched, and was afraid I'd permanently become an albino skin color.

These clothes undoubtedly belonged to the butler Sebastian Michaelis.

And there was no way out.

A/N: Now, please review. and follow the link on my profile for all pictures in regards to Tabby. :D

which i should probably post first...heheheh.

(1). Yes, i know the plug wasn't invented until the 1900s and that the plugs were different in england, but i figure that Tabby would have an adapter since she was in England and everything to begin with.