A/N: Yeah, I know the dream sequence is odd...but they all usually are XD
Chapter Three
April 10th, 1912
The middle of the North Atlantic
7:56 p.m.
Marty stared at the ceiling. He messed with one of the pillows and let it flop down onto his face. Sighing, he pushed it to the side. Letting his brown hair fall into his face, he coughed terribly. The scraping on his throat seemed to get worse, and it wasn't going to help any if he got touched by that water in five days. He needed to get out as soon as possible.
Standing, he got up and walked out of the stateroom in search of that girl again. He knew she was third class and that she was hard to see from the first class desk more than likely. But, nevertheless, he needed to get a look at her. She just seemed so familiar. It was messing with his head. He coughed again, covering his mouth, and an older couple stared at him.
"Sorry..." Marty croaked quietly and then he made his way to the deck. The cool air hit his face, making him jump. But he knew that it would get colder as time went on. He coughed again and then leaned on the railing. He looked down and saw only one lone woman lying down on a bench, staring up at the stars. She had the same hair color. That's when he found out. "Hey!" he yelled. The girl didn't move and he groaned quietly. "Hey!" he yelled, louder this time. The girl jumped and looked around, unsure of where the voice came from. "She heard me..." Marty ran down the stairs and to where the girl was. The girl jumped, noticeably, and sat up. Not looking at him, she stood, got up and walked over to the railing. Marty heard her growl quietly and then take her gloves off. She threw them into the water below. The time traveler then cleared his throat. Turning, the girl stared at him.
"You're not supposed to be here. This is my part of the ship. Leave." She had a thick English accent and her eyes narrowed, staring him down like daggers.
"Not until you tell me why you're alone." Marty spoke calmly and evenly, his hands in his pockets.
"That's not your business."
"It is now."
"I like to be alone. Especially when my father plans to uproot me. I like to alone with my thoughts. Good day, sir." She then turned back and faced the water.
"Do you want to talk?"
"I'd rather not."
Marty sighed and walked over to her. He stood next to her and the girl stiffened, moved away, and didn't look at him. "It's not good to have things bottled up inside." The girl rolled her eyes. "Look, I know I'm a stranger but...I can help."
"Oh you can, can you?" the girl snapped her head to look at him. "You think you're some kind of genius? A person who thinks that he can do whatever he wants whenever he wants?"
"No. I'm a nice person. I like to find out what's bothering people."
"You wouldn't understand."
"Oh, no?" Marty cocked an eyebrow. He knew he wasn't going to be able to tell her his stories of time traveling, but he felt as if he had seen it all. "Try me."
"My father...he decided to move to America. Once we go into port, we're going to go to California. Los Angeles, something like that. It's going to be terrible."
"It's not that bad."
"You have been there?"
"I used to live there. Don't worry. You'll love it."
"I guess."
"Hey. Take it from me."
The girl smiled slightly. "I'm Sherilyn, by the way. Sherilyn Smith."
Marty thought for a second, trying to think of a name. Calvin Klein was out, as was Clint Eastwood. There was only one he could actually think of.
"Huey Lewis." And right then, he bit his lip. He had taken the name of a famous singer in his time. Not exactly a name he would've chosen, but it was a name he could use nonetheless.
"Huey... Nice to meet you."
"Yeah, you too." Marty looked down at the water below.
"Wouldn't you just love it?"
"Love what?" he looked back at Sherilyn.
"To be free. To flow wherever you want, like the water does."
"I've never thought about it before." Marty bit his lip. A soft, cool breeze went past them, blowing Sherilyn's hair just right. He looked at her, and he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Her hazel eyes twinkled in the starlight, and Marty's breath was just taken away at the sight.
"Sherilyn!" a yell broke the silence. The two jumped. "Sherilyn!"
"I'm coming!" the young girl snapped. She turned back to Marty and smiled. A smile that he had seen before and that absolutely made him melt. Like now. "I'll see you later, Huey." She starts to leave, but then turned and stopped. "I will see you, won't I?"
"Oh yeah... Definitely..." Marty grinned. Sherilyn gave off a small wave and then scurried out of sight. Marty watched after her and then slowly made his way back to the first class deck.
Marty's Dream World
April 10th, 1912
3:00 a.m.
It was dark. No lights were on in the room. His bedroom door slowly opened and Sherilyn walked in, wearing an extremely sheer, see-through gown. His heart began to pound and he could feel himself break a sweat. Sherilyn moved closer to the bed, and he felt her body heat as she got on top of him. Her hands went under his shirt, stroked his chest lightly, and made their way down to the button of his pants.
"No!" someone yelled. It was an echoic type scream, and Jennifer slowly came into focus. "Get away from him! He's mine!"
But neither paid any attention. Sherilyn took Marty's hand and placed it on her breast. Squeezing it, Marty reached up and kissed her.
"No!" Jennifer screamed again.
Sherilyn pulled away, keeping the eighteen year old's hand on her breast, and began to undo his pants. She took them off, and then, after removing his hand, took off her gown, got on top of him.
"No!" Jennifer screamed again.
Then, it all faded to black.
April 11th, 1912
The middle of the North Atlantic
8:45 a.m.
Marty hopped up from his dream and began coughing again. He felt weak, like a few days before, and prayed to God that he wasn't getting sick again. He looked at the time and then looked out the window. He had about three days to get home. Not exactly something he wanted to think about.
All he wanted to do was to be with Sherilyn. Jennifer had gone out of his mind. All that occupied it was Sherilyn and getting home.
But, at this point and for some odd reason, Sherilyn seemed to be more important.
