Sooo, I just got back from my trip to a little place called Foxton for the new years :) I had an amazing time with my friends and the beach! I made sure to take a note book so I could do a little planning while I was away (Which I need to do more of in general) I have come up with the way that James was sent to the future :D

I also recieved a review from someone asking why I used dollars when the characters are in Britain.. (the money Rosa used to pay for the pizza with...) For that, it is because I am from NZ and I don't understand how Britain's currency works because I have never been there, it is lack of research on my part, and I am use to my own currency so it sort of just fell out onto word -.- I apologise for that and in the future I shall be more careful! Thank you for pointing that out though :)


CHAPTER SEVEN:

Rosa braved the cold snowy streets. Wrapped in two t-shirts, one white sweatshirt, her favourite navy blue knitted jumper, a pair of black jeans and a large raincoat. She also added a scarf and beanie to the mix.

As she walked down the street she realised that Christmas was only about a week away, she would need to put up a Christmas tree and perhaps get some new decorations. Did James take part in the Christmas holiday? Should she get him a gift? If so, what would she get him? Rosa didn't know him that well; she only knew that he really liked horses and drawing.

Rosa knew the bakery wouldn't be open, considering the power was out overnight. The fast food restaurants would most likely be open because they would have backup generators running or something like that. Rosa really just wanted to get out of the house to think. Did she really almost kiss a man that came from the past? She had told herself countless times in her head to keep a careful distance from the man.

What she needed to do was work out how to send the man back, not give him reason to stay; he didn't belong in this time period. As much as Rosa knew it was for the best to send him back, she also wanted him to stay.

Rosa decided to take a walk around the park at the end of the street. It was covered in snow, but she found a swing to sit on. Reminiscing over what to do, Rosa didn't realise that James would probably be worrying about why she wasn't back yet. She picked herself up off the swing and trudged back through the snowy grass and down the street to her apartment.

"There you are, I was beginning to worry," James chuckled as he turned the TV remote in his hands. Rosa smiled as she shrugged off her jacket and hung it on a door knob.

"Sorry, the bakery wasn't open and I… yeah," Rosa sighed, rubbing her forehead. James frowned slightly, worried.

"Is something the matter?" He asked, standing up. Rosa shook her head.

"No, it's nothing," Rosa said, faking a smile and heading into the kitchen area to get a drink.

"Rosa, I may be from 1914 but I can still tell when someone is worried about something," James said, putting his hand on her shoulder. When Rosa didn't say anything, James continued.

"Is it my staying here?" He asked "Because I will leave if you wish, this is your home and I wouldn't want to make you feel invaded by my presence," He said. Rosa turned around.

"No, I love having you around, I feel as though we are friends and we could perhaps be very good friends, but there is still the matter of your mysterious time travel and I would hate to become too close to you and then you suddenly leave as you arrived, it always happens whenever I get feelings for someone" Rosa blurted out. James smiled and moved his hands up to cup her face.

"I would hate to leave now; I feel something for you and I would dislike it very much to go back to a horrible war when it is all so peaceful here," He said. Rosa laughed at that last part.

"Oh, the world may not be in a full on war but it is certainly not peaceful, there is always something tragic that humanity concocts each and every day," She said. James shrugged and rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. He moved his hands away from her face.

"Well, I prefer it here than being in the war," He said. Rosa nodded.

"I know, but it is not where you belong," She sighed "What about your horse? Joey? Weren't you supposed to return him to that boy?" She asked.

James felt something in his heart pull. Joey, that brilliant horse, what had happened to him after James was shot? If he was shot, since it was a dream and hopefully not reality.

He had promised to return Joey to his rightful owner after the war; Albert was the boy's name.

James wanted to stay here in the twenty first century with this girl, he didn't know why, but he felt as though he shouldn't leave her; he couldn't, but she seemed determined to get him home.

Captain Nicholls had been lost to his own thoughts, he hadn't realised Rosa had been speaking to him.

"Why don't we start small, check the pockets on your uniform. I watched this movie called the Hangover about these guys who lost their friend and couldn't remember the previous night's events. They checked their pockets and it gave them clues to what happened," Rosa shrugged.

James nodded and headed into the room he had been occupying since his arrival in 2012. He picked up his Khaki uniform coat and rummaged through the inner pockets. Upon finding nothing he then proceeded to search the pockets of his uniform riding pants. James's fingers brushed something cool and metallic. He pulled the object from his pants and held it at eye level.

James heard Rosa give a small shriek of excitement when he had pulled the object out. Examining the object, James didn't recognise it. He twirled it in his fingers for a moment or two. Rosa had entered the room and now stood next to him; tiptoeing to get a better look at the object.

"What is it?" She asked. James shrugged.

"I don't recall seeing this object before in my entire life," He said with a slight crease between his eyebrows.

"May I look at it?" Rosa asked. James nodded and hesitantly gave her the object.

Rosa turned it over in her hands and examined it. It was a small metal box, no bigger than what a wedding ring would come in and it wasn't as bulky as a ring box, it was sleek and it looked very old. Along the back of the box and on what seemed to be the lid were engravings of vines and small flowers. It looked like something you would find in a little antique shop on the corner of a street.

Rosa noticed something strange about the box. On the left side of it, there was a little wind up key. It reminded her very much of a music box that she had when she was a little girl, one where you turn the key at the back of the box, open the lid and inside would be a twirling ballerina.

She went to open the box but a cool hand in hers stopped her from doing so.

Rosa looked up to find it was James's hand, he looked curious but also worried.

"What?" Rosa asked, almost a whisper. James's eyes shot to hers.

"I remember this box," He breathed. Rosa waited for an explanation, but when it was clear he wasn't going to say anything more, she asked.

*FLASHBACK*

"Come on Joey, old boy," James encouraged. The country side of Somerset was relieving to the eyes. James preferred the country side to the city, all the smog and large buildings wrecked the beauty of the natural landscape. Vast fields surrounded the captain and his newly brought horse.

Somerset was his home, he grew up on a farm a few miles away from where he now resided with his parents. What he liked best about the residence was that it contained a stable, where he could keep a few horses, and the house backed on to unclaimed hills and meadows he could ride through.

Right now, that was exactly what he was doing, riding over the hills, testing out his new horse he had obtained from an old famer. Unfortunately, the farmer's son was the one who raised the stallion and was very upset about parting from the steed.

James decided to turn back for the day. Perhaps he would venture a little further when he had a whole day to himself, away from his duties in the cavalry.

He rode back through a field and down a small path that would lead him to the driveway of the Nicholls residence.

Usually no one came down the narrow path, but on this day someone had; an elderly woman had. She was carrying a rather heavy looking basket, so James decided to stop and ask if she needed any help.

"I am quite fine, dear," The woman had said. James couldn't quite see what she looked like because her head was covered in a black hood and from his horses back he was at an odd angle and wasn't able to catch a glimpse of her face.

"Are you sure, perhaps I could offer you some water, this heat is insufferable," James chuckled lightly, the elderly woman joined in slightly.

"That would be kind sir," She said, stopping in her tracks. James handed her his water bottle and she took it gratefully.

Upon handing the bottle back to James, the woman spoke up again.

"Thank you, kind sir, you seem the spitting image of a true gentleman, it is a shame and an honour that you will be going off to war," She said. James wondered for a moment how the woman knew he was going to war, but he remembered he was still in his uniform.

The woman quickly fished around in her basket and pulled out a small metal box that was finely engraved.

"Please, take this as a good luck token and as a token of my appreciation for your kindness," The woman smiled. James took the box and thanked the woman.

James took the small box everywhere he went. However, he hadn't had a chance to open it, because the next day the cavalry were shipped out to France.

*End Flashback*

James was shaken out of his memories by Rosa's hand on his shoulder.

"Away with the fairies are we?" Rosa smirked. James's shocked expression didn't waver.

"Rosa," He began, looking down to the box still sitting in her right hand and his left hand covering it.

"Yes?" She asked.

"This box is no ordinary music box," James said. Rosa raised an eyebrow at him.

"I remember, I was shot," He breathed "And the last thing I heard over the sound of machine guns was a sweet tune," He said, closing his eyes as he vividly remembered the tune in his head.

"It was the sweet tune of good luck,"


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