A/N This is so great I haven't written this much in at least a year. And I have my reviewer Shadowcat832 to thank for it. ::Gives Shadowcat a hug and a kiss:: Wait till you see who the old lady is sweetie your going to love it!! Just a couple of other things
This fic is an AU of the musical, there is no Emma or her father because I can't make them fit. Simon Stride runs the Board of Governor's, but Lucy Harris still is in here. Also I have the concept version of the musical so the song Lucy sings in the Red Rat when she first meets Henry is different and his father is dead before this fic starts, but the reason why Henry does the experiment is still the same. Enjoy!!
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Chapter Two
The Meeting
With the horse's feet just inches away from my face I did the only sensible thing I could, I rolled right into the gutter. I shuddered at the feel of the garbage and quickly started to get up. My foot hit a slippery patch of muck and I went face first into the gutter again. Just when I thought it could not get any worse I heard the unmistakable sound of male laughter. Four young men stood above me grinning like tomcats, dressed in Victorian style clothing. "Look at the little strumpet with his face all dirty," said one Another called out, "Enjoying our dinner sweetling." I stood and faced my tormenters burning with anger. Before I could tell them off, however, some one else came to my rescue. A tall blond man with green eyes strode up to the group. "What is going on here," he asked. "Just having a bit of fun with the street rat sir," one of them said. " It does not appear like he is having fun," returned my rescuer pointing at me. "Be off with all of you before I find a bobby and report this." With a little grumbling and a few dirty looks thrown at me my tormenters departed.
With his good deed performed I figured the man would go on his way. But to my surprise he turned to look me over. "Are you hurt," he asked. I shook my head no but I didn't think that he believed me. "That horse just missed you and you might have hit your head in that second fall." I opened my mouth to tell him, in words this time that I was fine but he grabbed me by the arm. "I have a friend who is a doctor and he can look you over." I was puzzled by his rather forceful insistent that I see a doctor, and told him so. "I'm fine really, expect I don't know what date it is today, or who you are." Now it was his turn to look puzzled. "You really must have hit your head young man if you cannot remember the date." I was shocked when he called me a man, but then again I was wearing what he would consider male clothing with my dirty jeans, sweater and really short hair. I took it in stride though and repeated my questions.
He sighed as if he was just humoring an addlebrained young person, and said, "The date today is May 17th the year of our Lord 1822." If I could have I would have fainted right back into the gutter, but I forced myself to listen to what my companion was saying. "And as for my name I am John Utterson lawyer and dear friend of Dr. Henry Jekyll the man we are going to see." I did faint then hoping that Mr. Utterson caught me before my head hit the garbage.
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