London, market square, 1660:
Elizabeth walked up the wooden steps; there was a man in front of her and behind her. She was dressed in her normal every day clothes. She stepped onto the platform and walked over to the wooden post. The man that was behind her started tying her arms behind the post, the man that was in front of her started talking to the crowd of people that had gathered in the square to watch her burn.
It was an hour later. The man had finished talking, her arms, legs and waist had been tied to the post and she had bundles of hay and wood surrounding her legs.
"Now we shall see this witch burn in Hell." The man walked over to Elizabeth. "Any last words?"
All Elizabeth did was glare at him.
"I didn't think so." He said. Then the executioner started to light the hay and wood with a lit torch.
In a matter of minutes the fire was up to Elizabeth's waist. She was hot, sweaty and finding it difficult to breathe because of the thick smoke that was being given off. She rested her head against the post, closed her eyes, and then released her soul.
2376:
It was the next morning, Janeway walked into her sitting area. Angel was asleep on the sofa; Spike was no where in sight. She went over to her repacator.
"Coffee. Black."
"Aren't you meant to be at work?"
Janeway turned around to see Spike standing a few feet from her, dressed only in a towel wrapped around his waist. Janeway couldn't help but stare, she didn't mean too, but she just couldn't help it.
"Staring problems?" Spike asked, throwing his clothes on the sofa opposite Angel, which was his bed for the night.
"No. And I've got the day off." Janeway answered.
"I used you shower. I didn't think you would care." Spike was now sorting his clothes out.
"That's alright." Janeway walked over to the table and put her cup down. She sat down at the other end of the sofa to Spike.
"Do you mind?" Spike asked, turning to face her.
"Do I mind what?" Janeway looked at him.
"Well I'm not going to walk around in this bloody towel all day." Spike raised his voice again.
Janeway looked away, and then looked back at him, "Why don't you get dressed in my bedroom?"
"Looks like I have no choice." Spike picked up his belongings and walked into Janeway's bedroom.
15 minutes later Spike walked out of the bedroom, dressed in his clothes with the towel in his hand. He put the towel on the back of the sofa and noticed Angel was awake and drinking down something.
"What's that?" Spike asked as he sat at the end of the sofa and stretched his right arm along the back.
"Pigs blood. Kathryn replicated it for me. And since you've had it before, you won't mind drinking it again." Angel answered. Spike rose to his feet, walked over to Angel and pulled his fist back.
"Hey!" Janeway shouted as she jumped to her feet and went over to Spike and Angel.
Spike looked at Janeway, back at Angel then he lowered his fist. "Why don't you sit down and calm down." Janeway suggested to Spike.
"Why don't you stop telling me what to do?" He hissed at her, and then slung himself back onto the sofa.
Janeway decided to sit next to Angel. As she sat down, Angel smiled to her, so she smiled back.
"So then, how did you two get here?" She asked.
"The same why we're going back. And before you ask, no we can't take any of your crew because the machine was made for two people and a two was journey." Spike answered as he lit up a cigarette.
Janeway felt a bit of disappointment and sadness. She had hoped want ever brought Spike and Angel here could send Voyager or some of the crew home with them. Now they had to keep searching for a way home.
"So do we get to hear the rest of your story, or do we have to guess it?" Spike asked.
"Where should I begin?" Janeway looked at Angel; she wanted him to answer, instead of getting a nasty comment from Spike.
"Why not when you went into the second person." Angel replied.
"Okay. But there are a few things you should know. Z cursed me so I could only enter people that had 'Elizabeth' in their name. First name or second name. And the year is 1664; her name was Mary Elizabeth Rose Baker. But everyone called her Mary-Rose..."
London, Robert's House,1664:
Mary-Rose put the bread mixture into the stove, and then went back to cutting the vegetables. She was only 18, but she had a well-paid job, lots of friends and a tutor to teach her which she didn't have to pay for. The Lord of the house, Robert, paid for her education because she had him how much she wanted to travel, even though she loved her job as the Head Cook in the kitchens.
Mary-Rose started humming to herself. She was caught up in her job that she didn't hear the Lord of the house come in. She knew he was there when he wrapped his arms around her waist.
Mary-Rose turned around to face him. "Robert, what are you doing down here?" She kissed.
"Just came down to see if everything was alright." Robert pushed her back into the table.
"What about your wife? What if she were to come down here?"
"She's gone out, so you have nothing to worry about." He then started kissing her neck.
3 hours later, Mary-Rose was serving the Lord and Lady their dinner. She walked up to the Lady of the house with a bowl of soup. She was about to serve it when she felt weak and drowsy.
"What's wrong child? Hurry up." Isabella snapped.
Mary-Rose served her a little bit of the soup, before collapsing onto the floor and sending the soup down the front of Isabella.
2376:
"You were sleeping with the Lord of the house. No wonder he was being nice to you." Spike said, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray he replicated. "What you mean was, you paying for things, just not in money."
"I wasn't in her body at that time. That was actually Mary-Rose. Not me!" Janeway shouted.
"So when did you go into Mary-Rose's body?" Asked Angel.
At least someone can ask sensible questions, thought Janeway, "When she collapsed." She answered.
"So how did you leave her?" Spike answered.
"A very painful death, a year later, from the plague." Janeway continued, "That's when Z put me in a bottle and I remained there for a few years."
Elizabeth walked up the wooden steps; there was a man in front of her and behind her. She was dressed in her normal every day clothes. She stepped onto the platform and walked over to the wooden post. The man that was behind her started tying her arms behind the post, the man that was in front of her started talking to the crowd of people that had gathered in the square to watch her burn.
It was an hour later. The man had finished talking, her arms, legs and waist had been tied to the post and she had bundles of hay and wood surrounding her legs.
"Now we shall see this witch burn in Hell." The man walked over to Elizabeth. "Any last words?"
All Elizabeth did was glare at him.
"I didn't think so." He said. Then the executioner started to light the hay and wood with a lit torch.
In a matter of minutes the fire was up to Elizabeth's waist. She was hot, sweaty and finding it difficult to breathe because of the thick smoke that was being given off. She rested her head against the post, closed her eyes, and then released her soul.
2376:
It was the next morning, Janeway walked into her sitting area. Angel was asleep on the sofa; Spike was no where in sight. She went over to her repacator.
"Coffee. Black."
"Aren't you meant to be at work?"
Janeway turned around to see Spike standing a few feet from her, dressed only in a towel wrapped around his waist. Janeway couldn't help but stare, she didn't mean too, but she just couldn't help it.
"Staring problems?" Spike asked, throwing his clothes on the sofa opposite Angel, which was his bed for the night.
"No. And I've got the day off." Janeway answered.
"I used you shower. I didn't think you would care." Spike was now sorting his clothes out.
"That's alright." Janeway walked over to the table and put her cup down. She sat down at the other end of the sofa to Spike.
"Do you mind?" Spike asked, turning to face her.
"Do I mind what?" Janeway looked at him.
"Well I'm not going to walk around in this bloody towel all day." Spike raised his voice again.
Janeway looked away, and then looked back at him, "Why don't you get dressed in my bedroom?"
"Looks like I have no choice." Spike picked up his belongings and walked into Janeway's bedroom.
15 minutes later Spike walked out of the bedroom, dressed in his clothes with the towel in his hand. He put the towel on the back of the sofa and noticed Angel was awake and drinking down something.
"What's that?" Spike asked as he sat at the end of the sofa and stretched his right arm along the back.
"Pigs blood. Kathryn replicated it for me. And since you've had it before, you won't mind drinking it again." Angel answered. Spike rose to his feet, walked over to Angel and pulled his fist back.
"Hey!" Janeway shouted as she jumped to her feet and went over to Spike and Angel.
Spike looked at Janeway, back at Angel then he lowered his fist. "Why don't you sit down and calm down." Janeway suggested to Spike.
"Why don't you stop telling me what to do?" He hissed at her, and then slung himself back onto the sofa.
Janeway decided to sit next to Angel. As she sat down, Angel smiled to her, so she smiled back.
"So then, how did you two get here?" She asked.
"The same why we're going back. And before you ask, no we can't take any of your crew because the machine was made for two people and a two was journey." Spike answered as he lit up a cigarette.
Janeway felt a bit of disappointment and sadness. She had hoped want ever brought Spike and Angel here could send Voyager or some of the crew home with them. Now they had to keep searching for a way home.
"So do we get to hear the rest of your story, or do we have to guess it?" Spike asked.
"Where should I begin?" Janeway looked at Angel; she wanted him to answer, instead of getting a nasty comment from Spike.
"Why not when you went into the second person." Angel replied.
"Okay. But there are a few things you should know. Z cursed me so I could only enter people that had 'Elizabeth' in their name. First name or second name. And the year is 1664; her name was Mary Elizabeth Rose Baker. But everyone called her Mary-Rose..."
London, Robert's House,1664:
Mary-Rose put the bread mixture into the stove, and then went back to cutting the vegetables. She was only 18, but she had a well-paid job, lots of friends and a tutor to teach her which she didn't have to pay for. The Lord of the house, Robert, paid for her education because she had him how much she wanted to travel, even though she loved her job as the Head Cook in the kitchens.
Mary-Rose started humming to herself. She was caught up in her job that she didn't hear the Lord of the house come in. She knew he was there when he wrapped his arms around her waist.
Mary-Rose turned around to face him. "Robert, what are you doing down here?" She kissed.
"Just came down to see if everything was alright." Robert pushed her back into the table.
"What about your wife? What if she were to come down here?"
"She's gone out, so you have nothing to worry about." He then started kissing her neck.
3 hours later, Mary-Rose was serving the Lord and Lady their dinner. She walked up to the Lady of the house with a bowl of soup. She was about to serve it when she felt weak and drowsy.
"What's wrong child? Hurry up." Isabella snapped.
Mary-Rose served her a little bit of the soup, before collapsing onto the floor and sending the soup down the front of Isabella.
2376:
"You were sleeping with the Lord of the house. No wonder he was being nice to you." Spike said, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray he replicated. "What you mean was, you paying for things, just not in money."
"I wasn't in her body at that time. That was actually Mary-Rose. Not me!" Janeway shouted.
"So when did you go into Mary-Rose's body?" Asked Angel.
At least someone can ask sensible questions, thought Janeway, "When she collapsed." She answered.
"So how did you leave her?" Spike answered.
"A very painful death, a year later, from the plague." Janeway continued, "That's when Z put me in a bottle and I remained there for a few years."