A/N: Oh my goodness! It wasn't until literally last night that I started writing this chapter, but I finished it! I don't want to get off of my every Saturday schedule, because otherwise I know that I wouldn't post! But I got it out to you guys, even if it did leave me a bit sleep deprived. Enjoy it guys, and as always, R&R!

*Outernet is internet for space. Shhh it's a good name I promise.

Chapter Three

When Anthea woke up the first thing she noticed was a distinct lack of engine noise. After she registered the silence, she opened her eyes with a start, wondering if Darius had needed to turn it off for maintenance - which would be weird because they shouldn't have to for at least another month.

Wait a minute.

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration as the events of the previous day came back to her. After Martha had finished treating her wounds, she had eaten some oatmeal and promptly fell asleep on the sofa, exhausted more than she was wary. They hadn't pressed her any more than they already had, simply making idle conversation about what this century was like. She had gone back so far; she didn't even know where to begin. What would she do if they didn't help her get back to her own time. She supposes she could be a mechanic, but the engines are so primitive she wouldn't even know where to start.

She hadn't had time to think about it before, but she figured she should leave this flat as soon as she possibly could. She had no idea how the time travelers would take figuring out what she was, and she couldn't risk being found out. That would delay her plan to get back to Darius for sure.

Her eyes opened slowly to the quaint living room she had slept in. Dim morning light filtered through the thin pink shades and cast a pale glow throughout the room. She had to admit - despite spending her life on a ship in the darkness of deep space - nothing quite compared to the light of a star. Each one was different, and while she loved the lovely warm glow of Sol, her favorite star was the blue giant of the Strada system. She had been through there several times to trade for the rare fossils found on its innermost planet, and every time she saw the star take up a majority of the sky, filling the world with blue rays almost all day.

But... Reminiscing about a star system a billion light years away wouldn't do her any good. Her top priority was recovery from her leg wound, and then leaving. If they were time travelers then they would probably have a vortex manipulator she could steal. However, for now she allowed herself to rest. She would be of no help to anyone if she was injured. She took in a breath, surprised to smell something sweet baking somewhere to her left. She even registered the sound of feet coming down stairs, and then Martha appeared in the doorway one her right with a small pile of clothes in her hands. The woman smiled at her warmly and handed them to her.

"Figured you could use some clothes that fit in more with this time period. God knows I did when I first got here. I was wearing jeans!" She smiled and Anthea blushed just slightly, looking down at the floor, a bit flustered by the pretty doctor now that she could focus more clearly. She didn't see many people on the ship, so pretty much anyone could make her blush now. It was kind of embarrassing. Although, she supposed the woman was right about her clothes (she was wearing denim herself), but as she looked through the pile she found a distinct lack of a coat. There was some kind of sweater that should cover her back well enough, though.

She looked back at Martha and gave a smile. "Thanks. Is there a room I could go to change?" Martha nodded at her and helped her up - it was much easier to move now that her wound had been sewn up and allowed to rest, although it still stung. She could walk mostly by herself (if with a little support) now, which she was thankful for. It would probably be a lot harder if she was completely human.

Martha showed her through a hallway and into a small bathroom with some pretty garish wallpaper. She leaned her weight against the sink and nodded in thanks to Martha, who promptly left the room. After locking the door, she began to peel her dirty, partially blood covered clothes away from her body, starting with her jacket. She looked in the mirror in front of her.

Wow. She looked like total shit. Her normally champagne skin was marred with dark circles under her eyes and an overall paleness that wasn't characteristic of her rosy face. Even her pale violet eyes were dull and red-rimmed from crying, and her dark strawberry hair was more greasy than she would have liked.

However, what would have stood out to most people, especially in this pre-space Earth, were three small sets of lavender dragonfly wings that lay between her shoulders. The largest were about the length of her forearm, and came to a gradual point. The others were much smaller, about the size of her hand. Her brother had the same wings, though they were larger than hers and golden in color. She closed her eyes and let herself move the small wings, allowing them to flutter freely for a while. They were stiff from hiding underneath the grungy overcoat she had grabbed on the ship. It was dangerous for them to be seen.

She sighed and splashed cold water onto her face, knowing that at least in this time period there wasn't a danger to her, at least on Earth. There were no people to looking to exploit her abilities or hunt her down for sport. It was kind of relaxing not having to be on guard constantly.

After shrugging on the purple sweater and a rather short white skirt, and making sure to double check that her insect-like wings were laying flat, she walked back out into the rest of the house, simply leaning against the wall for the support she needed. Anthea hoped that she could get out of here soon... she needed to get back to the ship and get to Darius. If he was still alive - which she hoped to god that he was - he would be in bad shape. She needed to help him.

Who knows what happened to him.

She plopped back down onto the couch and played with the hem of her shirt, unsure what to do now. Normally she would be on outernet looking for some good finds, but this was pre-space Earth... maybe they had books she could read.

However, before she could utter a word to ask, the Doctor came rushing into the room with a large stack of pancakes. That would explain the sweet smell from earlier. He set the plate down in front of her on the coffee table, presenting another plate and some silverware seemingly out of nowhere next to it. He grinned widely at her.

"Eat up! Time travel without a vessel wreaks havoc on the body." He sat down next to her and pulled some off of the stack for himself. "The carbs will help you recover."

She eyed him warily, and then the pancakes. She reached out and took some for herself, even if she hated needing the help with something as simple a food, but she was actually really hungry, so despite herself she ate. They were delicious - light, fluffy and not too sweet. Much better than Darius could do, although she would never tell that to his face. She loved his cooking, and it sure beat anything she could make, but this was something else entirely.

She looked at him surprise and gave a small smile, swallowing before speaking. "This is really good. I can't even make rice right." She gave a small chuckle, even if it was forced.

"Thank you! I studied in eighteenth century Paris, actually. Absolutely lovely place honestly. Some of the best food on Earth." He smiled at her again, and she found it was infectious, making her smile more genuinely. Such a positive grin could not be ignored.

She nodded and brushed loose hair out of her face. "I've heard. Never had time to leave the Terminus Market to see it, though. Earth food is really interesting. Have you ever had Rothian whisky? It's not exactly from here but for some reason this is one of the only places I can find it." She didn't mention that the first time she had drank it was when she had snuck it from the top shelf in the kitchen. She was thirteen, and the strong alcohol had been too much for her preteen body. She had finished one glass and then fallen asleep. She had been a curious child.

He looked away from her for a moment, seeming to remember something, before laughing. It was a deep but light laugh. "Oh, I've had it. Got me into trouble with the King of Noestia, too. Not allowed there anymore." Anthea's eyebrows shot up at him, curious.

"What?" She laughed earnestly, looking at him in surprise. How could this scrawny guy get banned from an entire planet? "That's ridiculous."

"No, no, it's true! There was a coronation party and I may have had a bit too much to drink and I may have accidentally lit the young king on fire."

"No way!" She would have banned him too if that had happened to her! "That's horrible." She put her face in her hands, both cringing at the incident and laughing at the man's antics. Maybe she wouldn't mind being here so much, after all, if she had him and Martha to keep her company.