London, Mary-Rose's House 1665:
It was late morning, Mary-Rose lay in bed. The doctor had just left and diagnosed her with the plague, or as the locals knew it as 'Black Death.' She was now sealed in her home by herself. She felt weak, and sick. She also felt like ending it all now, quick, no pain or suffering. I'll give it a few more days, she said to herself, if I live to see a few more days. She had left her job as Head Cook, she wished she was there right now, and then maybe she wouldn't have the plague, if she did, she would have people around her or Robert would have got a doctor to help her.
She looked down at the black tumours that were forming on the insides of her legs, the skin around them was discoloured, almost a green. That's how the doctor knew she had contracted the plague, that and her other symptoms: rise of temperature, vomiting, headaches and slight giddiness.
Mary-Rose closed her eyes; she could hear a bell ringing and a man shouting 'Bring out your dead!' She knew that very soon she would be on that cart, pulled along the dirty, damp streets, lying next to other people who suffered like her, then dumped into a deep pit and that would be her last resting place.
It was the next morning; Mary-Rose was downstairs eating her breakfast. She was feeling a lot worse than yesterday. She was also tired, as she couldn't get any sleep because of pain in her back and limbs. After she finished her breakfast she walked over to the kitchen side and looked at the knife lying on it.
She couldn't handle the pain any more. She picked the knife up and put it to her throat. She slit the skin and one of arteries. Blood poured from the cut and down her chest. She fell to the floor and released her soul.
2376:
"You can't seem to keep a body longer than 2 seconds." Spike said. He was lazy around on the sofa. Angel was sitting on the other sofa with Janeway, who was drinking black coffee.
Janeway replied, "I was in Elizabeth's body for 15 years."
"Ha. Even that's not long." Spike picked up his cup of pig's blood and took a sip.
"Well it's not my fault people wanted to burn me, or infect me with the plague!" Janeway shouted.
"Maybe if we calm down and stopped rising our voices we'll get along." Suggested Angel.
"I don't have a problem with you, Angel. It's him." Janeway glared at Spike.
"The feelings mutual." Spike retorted. Janeway continued to glare at him.
"So then...Z put you in a bottle?" Angel asked to change the subject.
"Yeah. He was around, put me in a bottle, a special one for souls, and that's were I stayed for some time." Answered Janeway.
"Bet that was boring." Spike said, he was looking around Janeway quarters, as if he had better to do.
"So what happened next?" Asked Angel.
"I don't know what happened when I was in the bottle. But I woke up in 1910." Janeway drunk some off her coffee and put the cup back on the table.
"Maybe you could tell us tomorrow, perhaps." Said Angel.
"Yeah, okay. Well I've got to go. I promised I'd meet someone in the Holodeck." Janeway said as she stood up.
"Have fun." Called Angel when she walked through the doors. He swung his head towards Spike; he was already staring at him.
"Have fun.' Angel we're here to learn about Z, not to get close to some...petite woman." Spike said as he got up and went over to the window and looked out of it.
"I'm being friendly, which is more than you can do." Angel replied. Spike turned around to Angel, to see someone standing behind him...
Holodeck:
"This is beautiful, Chakotay." Janeway said. She and her Commander were walking in a forest. Chakotay was carrying a picnic basket in one hand and holding Janeway's hand with the other. "Here, this is a good spot." Janeway laid out the blanket she had been carrying, then sat down. Chakotay also sat down, then started unpacking the basket.
"So how are our guests?" He asked as he took the food out and placed it down on the blanket for Janeway to sort out.
"Their fine. Chakotay, I'm sorry I had to ask you to move out, but it's just for now." Janeway said softy as she placed a sandwich on her plate.
Chakotay took hold of her hands. "Kathryn, what's going on, who are they? Why are they here?"
Janeway looked away from him. "I can't talk about it. Not now."
"Kathryn, please. Don't push me away." Chakotay was almost begging, she could tell by the tone of his voice.
She moved her hands away from him, and turned to face him. "I will tell you, just not now. If I have to, I will."
Chakotay put his hands on her face and moved her closer to him. "I love you Kathryn. But I feel like you don't return the feeling."
Janeway could see tears in Chakotay's eyes. She didn't mean to hurt him, she didn't want to. But she had, and now it was hurting her to see him hurt. "I love you too. But there's things I can't tell you. You have to understand, Chakotay, I will tell you if I have to. But not now."
All Chakotay did was nod. Janeway took hold of his hands, but not moving them from her face. "Now let's eat our picnic before you go back to work." Chakotay moved his hands, still holding onto one of hers, and then they ate their picnic.
It was late morning, Mary-Rose lay in bed. The doctor had just left and diagnosed her with the plague, or as the locals knew it as 'Black Death.' She was now sealed in her home by herself. She felt weak, and sick. She also felt like ending it all now, quick, no pain or suffering. I'll give it a few more days, she said to herself, if I live to see a few more days. She had left her job as Head Cook, she wished she was there right now, and then maybe she wouldn't have the plague, if she did, she would have people around her or Robert would have got a doctor to help her.
She looked down at the black tumours that were forming on the insides of her legs, the skin around them was discoloured, almost a green. That's how the doctor knew she had contracted the plague, that and her other symptoms: rise of temperature, vomiting, headaches and slight giddiness.
Mary-Rose closed her eyes; she could hear a bell ringing and a man shouting 'Bring out your dead!' She knew that very soon she would be on that cart, pulled along the dirty, damp streets, lying next to other people who suffered like her, then dumped into a deep pit and that would be her last resting place.
It was the next morning; Mary-Rose was downstairs eating her breakfast. She was feeling a lot worse than yesterday. She was also tired, as she couldn't get any sleep because of pain in her back and limbs. After she finished her breakfast she walked over to the kitchen side and looked at the knife lying on it.
She couldn't handle the pain any more. She picked the knife up and put it to her throat. She slit the skin and one of arteries. Blood poured from the cut and down her chest. She fell to the floor and released her soul.
2376:
"You can't seem to keep a body longer than 2 seconds." Spike said. He was lazy around on the sofa. Angel was sitting on the other sofa with Janeway, who was drinking black coffee.
Janeway replied, "I was in Elizabeth's body for 15 years."
"Ha. Even that's not long." Spike picked up his cup of pig's blood and took a sip.
"Well it's not my fault people wanted to burn me, or infect me with the plague!" Janeway shouted.
"Maybe if we calm down and stopped rising our voices we'll get along." Suggested Angel.
"I don't have a problem with you, Angel. It's him." Janeway glared at Spike.
"The feelings mutual." Spike retorted. Janeway continued to glare at him.
"So then...Z put you in a bottle?" Angel asked to change the subject.
"Yeah. He was around, put me in a bottle, a special one for souls, and that's were I stayed for some time." Answered Janeway.
"Bet that was boring." Spike said, he was looking around Janeway quarters, as if he had better to do.
"So what happened next?" Asked Angel.
"I don't know what happened when I was in the bottle. But I woke up in 1910." Janeway drunk some off her coffee and put the cup back on the table.
"Maybe you could tell us tomorrow, perhaps." Said Angel.
"Yeah, okay. Well I've got to go. I promised I'd meet someone in the Holodeck." Janeway said as she stood up.
"Have fun." Called Angel when she walked through the doors. He swung his head towards Spike; he was already staring at him.
"Have fun.' Angel we're here to learn about Z, not to get close to some...petite woman." Spike said as he got up and went over to the window and looked out of it.
"I'm being friendly, which is more than you can do." Angel replied. Spike turned around to Angel, to see someone standing behind him...
Holodeck:
"This is beautiful, Chakotay." Janeway said. She and her Commander were walking in a forest. Chakotay was carrying a picnic basket in one hand and holding Janeway's hand with the other. "Here, this is a good spot." Janeway laid out the blanket she had been carrying, then sat down. Chakotay also sat down, then started unpacking the basket.
"So how are our guests?" He asked as he took the food out and placed it down on the blanket for Janeway to sort out.
"Their fine. Chakotay, I'm sorry I had to ask you to move out, but it's just for now." Janeway said softy as she placed a sandwich on her plate.
Chakotay took hold of her hands. "Kathryn, what's going on, who are they? Why are they here?"
Janeway looked away from him. "I can't talk about it. Not now."
"Kathryn, please. Don't push me away." Chakotay was almost begging, she could tell by the tone of his voice.
She moved her hands away from him, and turned to face him. "I will tell you, just not now. If I have to, I will."
Chakotay put his hands on her face and moved her closer to him. "I love you Kathryn. But I feel like you don't return the feeling."
Janeway could see tears in Chakotay's eyes. She didn't mean to hurt him, she didn't want to. But she had, and now it was hurting her to see him hurt. "I love you too. But there's things I can't tell you. You have to understand, Chakotay, I will tell you if I have to. But not now."
All Chakotay did was nod. Janeway took hold of his hands, but not moving them from her face. "Now let's eat our picnic before you go back to work." Chakotay moved his hands, still holding onto one of hers, and then they ate their picnic.