Author's Note: To all those who have reviewed my fic, thank you SO much! To Lisa, I appreciate your comments, they mean a lot. The person who finds Jekyll is a girl, but no, I have no intention of making her into a Mary Sue. She is bubbly, but a far cry from being perfect.  If my character by chance sounds too Mary- Suish, please do not hesitate to tell me.

Chapter 2

A woman's concerned face filled his entire vision. She was so close to him that he could (if he wanted to) count every one of her freckles. "Erm... did you just have a fight?" Jekyll was momentarily stunned. Then he yelped in surprise and scrambled away from her. Fully aware that he was only clothed in shreds and in the company of a woman, the doctor was very embarrassed and flushed a bright red. "I-I-I'm sorry, Madam. I know this is improper of a gentleman, but-but I didn't know…"

The stranger cocked an eyebrow at him. Jekyll was slightly shocked, as he knew that in this kind of scenario, women would usually quickly turn their heads away in acute embarrassment. Taking a good look at her, he also realized that had never seen anyone like her before. She was clothed in a pink T-shirt and casual blue pants. It was sacrilegious. Jekyll had never seen a woman in pants and wearing what he thought was very little clothing outdoors before. Her mouth was half-open, and he could see shiny metallic looking things on her teeth. What on earth are those? The doctor thought, and he could hear Hyde echoing him. Her brows were furrowed and she stared at him with inquiring blue eyes from behind a pair of large red spectacles. In short, she looked nothing like the elegant women who wore tight fitting bodices and long skirts of his time. Time? Wait…this rings a bell.

Jekyll thought hard, pressing his index fingers to his temple, trying to break free from the overwhelming clouds of confusion in his brain. His head throbbed painfully.

"Uh… You haven't got a concussion right?"

Jekyll stopped trying to think so hard and the pain in his brain eased slightly. I had better find out all the information I can first…I'm sure my memory will come back to me. First and foremost, what am I doing here?? Hyde growled, Ask her then, you fool.  

"I beg your pardon, madam…"

"Please, call me Joan. Madam makes me sound so old and ancient. Okay, I may look slightly ancient due to my pretty much out-of-fashion clothes and glasses, but I'm only twenty-five, yer know?"

The doctor stiffened slightly in surprise. Never, in his whole entire life has he ever heard a woman speak so brashly and loud. Her voice was low, much lower than the other women he knew, who all had high, musical voices. Recovering quickly, Jekyll cleared his throat. "Er…yes, Miss… J-Joan. Would you kindly please tell me how I got here? I would very much like to know."

Joan looked at him, her forehead creased slightly. "I'm not sure. It's more like a case of you were not there at first and then suddenly just appeared." He looked at her, confused.

"I-I don't know how to explain… I may be a geek but I'm not great shakes with languages…" She frowned. Brightening up, she snapped her fingers. "Huh! I know! I'm sure you watched Terminator 3, right? You know the scene where Arnold travelled back to the past from the future? How you appeared was just like that! Although there wasn't any intense heat though…" She gave a small laugh. "I was worried about your safety when you appeared just like that right in front of me in this deserted alley unconscious. I probably would've run for help if you did not revive within five minutes. If only I didn't forget to bring my hand phone… I'm getting more and more careless these days…"

Jekyll did not understand a word Joan was saying. He stared at her with a blank expression. Terminator… what? Travelled back to the past? From the future?

Isn't this time travel? Hey, that also rang a bell…

Then suddenly, with lightning fast quickness, it all came back to him. The Time Machine… The league… the bright light…

 "Oh my god…" He gasped, finally realizing what happened.

Jekyll stared at the woman opposite him, eyes opened wide. She shifted uncomfortably. "What? Is it something on my face?"

Realising what he was doing was not very gentlemanly, he hastily looked away. "N-no…I'm sorry." Licking his dry lips, and not sure whether he wanted to hear the answer or not, he asked slowly, "May I know which century I am in?"

Joan stared at him. "You don't know which century you're living in? Are you sure you're alright? To refresh your memory, this is the 21st century, year 2003."

Jekyll's eyes opened even wider and his mouth fell open. Oh god…I should have realised… He looked again at Joan, who was gazing at him in bewilderment, plainly confused as to why Jekyll was so shocked upon hearing what year it was now.

Of course… why am I so stupid? This will explain everything…The sudden appearance of this woman, her clothes, and her way of speaking… Jekyll gasped out loud as he realised something. What about the rest of the league? Where are they? Did we somehow get separated when we travelled through time?

He closed his eyes tightly, feeling slightly nauseous.

Hyde sneered. Well, we're in a fine jam, aren't we Jekyll? I wonder whether the people here will taste as good as…

Shut up, Hyde. I'm warning you…

"Are you okay? You're paling by the minute…" He could hear a frightened, yet strangely distant voice.

Jekyll's small fists had curled into balls.

"Nemo? Mina? Jekyll? Hello… is anyone there?"

The doctor could vaguely hear someone calling his name. Get lost Hyde…just go away…I need to think…

"JEKYLL!"

His eyes snapped open and turned in the direction of the voice. He heaved a sigh of relief. Tom stood at the end of the alley, looking very dirty and untidy. He walked towards them. His blond hair, face and clothes were stained with disgusting yellowish-brown mud and Jekyll shuddered to think where he landed on. "Good Lord, what happened to you?"

Tom shrugged, "I'm not sure… Landed on some wet soil, I think…" He looked ruefully at his gun which was also caked with mud. "This is going to take a long time to clean…"

Then his gaze landed on Joan. A look of curiosity came into his face. Like Jekyll, he had never seen such an oddly dressed woman before. "What's the matter lady? You ran out of dresses?" He joked. That was pretty much a bad move in Jekyll's opinion. Joan flared up, glaring angrily at Tom. "Look, I don't give a damn as to how I look. I know my clothes aren't the best, but can you all stop being so bloody superficial?! A woman's clothes and figure aren't everything, you know?"

Tom and Jekyll were both stunned and taken aback.

His eyes opened wide as he tried to rectify his tactlessness. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I just…" Tom trailed off, at a loss at what to say. He looked at Jekyll helplessly. "I-"

By this time however, Joan had calmed down considerably. "Oh forget it. It's my fault. I suffer from mood swings from time to time. It's just so infuriating when people just judge you on your appearance and not who you are inside…" Her eyes took on a distant and dreamy look, as though focusing on something very far away.

There was a long silence.

Tom raised both eyebrows at Jekyll.

The doctor spoke, hoping to ease the tension that was as thick as peanut butter. "Er… do you know where Mina, Nemo or Skinner are?" Tom shook his head. "After that weird blue flash, I think we all got separated. Anyway…" he gestured at his surroundings. "Do you have any inkling as to where we are?"

Jekyll gulped, not sure how Tom was going to take the news. "We're in the twenty-first century, Tom," he said heavily.

"Holy cow… no way, it can't be…"

Jekyll shrugged, pointing at Joan, who was looking at them confused. "M-miss Joan here told me. She found me when I landed here by accident." Tom stared at her. "Really?"

Joan lost her patience again. "Look. I don't understand what is going on. Why are you're so uptight about what century it is? Would someone please explain?" She looked pointedly at Jekyll, arms crossed, waiting for an answer.

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