A/N: Boo yah! I'm updating uberfast! FYI, the speech by the guard
tattooing Syd is from the DVD "Anne Frank: The Whole Story".
The Camp
Auschwitz Concentration Camp October 13th, 1942 Transport Train
I can't believe I was duped. I shouldn't have been so stupid. He was wearing the frigging swastika for crying out loud! I could have been more careful. Argh! Why the heck did I think he was telling the truth?! It's been a couple of weeks since my last entry, so I should probably explain what happened to me since then. Gustav took me and some others to a Gestapo HQ building. Apparently, in this alternate reality that Dementor created, he rules and Hitler does not exist.
God, this sucks. I want all this to end, but I don't want to die. I wonder where the others are... "Syd?!" Someone exclaimed. I looked up.
"Des! What are you doing here?"
"Not sure, exactly, but Sam, Josh, Nick and Scott are here, too."
"Are they okay?"
"Yeah, they're fine."
"Oh...do you have any idea where we're headed?"
"My guess is as good as yours."
"True..."
"I think I have an idea where we are, though."
"You do?"
"Yeah, I think we're heading to Poland."
"I see."
The train lurched uncomfortably to a stop and I fell forward. Soldiers opened the doors, screaming in German. "American, I am Christian and American!" I shouted before getting pushed into the overwhelming crowds. The others transported along with me were ushered into a room. We had to remove any gold or silver we were wearing. I took out my angel hair barrettes, the ones that I always wore, the ones Josh gave me, the ones that were a symbol of our love, the symbol that I was his angel...
I sniffed as I held back tears. As I stepped forward, a female administrator tattooed my forearm with a number. A1432651-9. I winced as she etched that hideous number into my skin, but that didn't hurt half as much as her words: "Did you say goodbye to your father? Your brother? You won't see them again, you know. They are already in the gas chambers."
"Don't listen to her, Syd." Des turned her head.
I weakly nodded. I had never been more scared in my life. Dementor had made the Holocaust my own personal heck. What did I do to deserve this? Nothing. I was ushered into some barracks. I climbed into one of the bunks and soon fell asleep. I was dead tired, after God knows how long I traveled. I had the most wonderful dream. I was still in Middleton in 2003, and I was dancing with Josh. I was wearing my silver barettes and a gorgeous purple-lavender silk and satin dress, and beautiful high-heel shoes...I was dancing with him, and it felt so good. It didn't matter to me that it was only a dream, it felt real. To me, Josh was all that mattered... Where was he?
"Syd. Syyyyyyd..." Someone called. I opened my eyes and gasped. "Josh!" I ran over and hugged him. He was no dream, he was real. I felt safe in his arms, his hands caressing my face, and his crystal-blue eyes looking into my emerald-green ones. I sniffed back tears of happiness. "Thank God you're alive," we muttered at the same time. I grinned. I was in a different time, yes, but Josh was here with me and that was all that mattered.
Suddenly, I felt an electric shock course through my spine and went limp in Josh's arms. "Hello, Lipsky." Bonnie said, punctuating the 'Lipsky' part with an acidic tone. Before I blacked out, I was able to hear the conversation.
"Joshua. Let go of Sydney."
"No!" Josh's voice was firm and strong, just like it always had been. He was fighting for me.
"She's dying, you don't want to hurt her any more than she already is, do you?"
I was slowly losing consciousness.
"She is not dying, Bonnie. She'll be fine."
"You are so naïve, Mankey."
"Shut up!"
"J-Josh...I...I need..." I fainted before I finished my sentence.
"Syd!" Josh exclaimed.
The next thing I knew, I was in an office of some sort. Des, Sam, Nick, Scott and Kristy were there as well. Dementor's shadow loomed over me as he walked up. "Well, well, well. Sydney. You seem to have lost your abilities to stick up for yourself."
"Pfft." I responded, rolling my eyes.
"I've captured all of your friends, you know."
"I can see that, thank you very much."
"You've got a smart mouth, haven't you, Sydney?"
"Yes, Dementor."
"Time to die, Sydney."
"Syd."
"Very well, Syd." The last three letters of the sentence seemed to disgust him as he pulled out a gun.
I shuddered. Guns had scared me since that time I was shot when I was twelve. Incidentally, it was caused by a time-traveling incident and I was sent back to the 1940s for the first time. He had the gun positioned over my chest. I was shaken with fear. Josh saw this and held me close to him. "He can't protect you, Syd," Dementor sneered. He fired the gun, knocking me unconscious again.
I was lucky to be alive. Dementor was going to win...A few hours later, I awoke in a hospital bed, the smell of the disinfectant clogging my nostrils. I groaned. "Syd! You're alive!" Josh grinned.
"Yeah," I grinned. "Where are we?"
"Dementor thought you were dead, so he sent us back to the 21st century."
"I guess I'm a good actress, huh?"
"You deserve an Emmy."
I laughed.
"Syd?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you...will you marry me?"
I grinned.
The Camp
Auschwitz Concentration Camp October 13th, 1942 Transport Train
I can't believe I was duped. I shouldn't have been so stupid. He was wearing the frigging swastika for crying out loud! I could have been more careful. Argh! Why the heck did I think he was telling the truth?! It's been a couple of weeks since my last entry, so I should probably explain what happened to me since then. Gustav took me and some others to a Gestapo HQ building. Apparently, in this alternate reality that Dementor created, he rules and Hitler does not exist.
God, this sucks. I want all this to end, but I don't want to die. I wonder where the others are... "Syd?!" Someone exclaimed. I looked up.
"Des! What are you doing here?"
"Not sure, exactly, but Sam, Josh, Nick and Scott are here, too."
"Are they okay?"
"Yeah, they're fine."
"Oh...do you have any idea where we're headed?"
"My guess is as good as yours."
"True..."
"I think I have an idea where we are, though."
"You do?"
"Yeah, I think we're heading to Poland."
"I see."
The train lurched uncomfortably to a stop and I fell forward. Soldiers opened the doors, screaming in German. "American, I am Christian and American!" I shouted before getting pushed into the overwhelming crowds. The others transported along with me were ushered into a room. We had to remove any gold or silver we were wearing. I took out my angel hair barrettes, the ones that I always wore, the ones Josh gave me, the ones that were a symbol of our love, the symbol that I was his angel...
I sniffed as I held back tears. As I stepped forward, a female administrator tattooed my forearm with a number. A1432651-9. I winced as she etched that hideous number into my skin, but that didn't hurt half as much as her words: "Did you say goodbye to your father? Your brother? You won't see them again, you know. They are already in the gas chambers."
"Don't listen to her, Syd." Des turned her head.
I weakly nodded. I had never been more scared in my life. Dementor had made the Holocaust my own personal heck. What did I do to deserve this? Nothing. I was ushered into some barracks. I climbed into one of the bunks and soon fell asleep. I was dead tired, after God knows how long I traveled. I had the most wonderful dream. I was still in Middleton in 2003, and I was dancing with Josh. I was wearing my silver barettes and a gorgeous purple-lavender silk and satin dress, and beautiful high-heel shoes...I was dancing with him, and it felt so good. It didn't matter to me that it was only a dream, it felt real. To me, Josh was all that mattered... Where was he?
"Syd. Syyyyyyd..." Someone called. I opened my eyes and gasped. "Josh!" I ran over and hugged him. He was no dream, he was real. I felt safe in his arms, his hands caressing my face, and his crystal-blue eyes looking into my emerald-green ones. I sniffed back tears of happiness. "Thank God you're alive," we muttered at the same time. I grinned. I was in a different time, yes, but Josh was here with me and that was all that mattered.
Suddenly, I felt an electric shock course through my spine and went limp in Josh's arms. "Hello, Lipsky." Bonnie said, punctuating the 'Lipsky' part with an acidic tone. Before I blacked out, I was able to hear the conversation.
"Joshua. Let go of Sydney."
"No!" Josh's voice was firm and strong, just like it always had been. He was fighting for me.
"She's dying, you don't want to hurt her any more than she already is, do you?"
I was slowly losing consciousness.
"She is not dying, Bonnie. She'll be fine."
"You are so naïve, Mankey."
"Shut up!"
"J-Josh...I...I need..." I fainted before I finished my sentence.
"Syd!" Josh exclaimed.
The next thing I knew, I was in an office of some sort. Des, Sam, Nick, Scott and Kristy were there as well. Dementor's shadow loomed over me as he walked up. "Well, well, well. Sydney. You seem to have lost your abilities to stick up for yourself."
"Pfft." I responded, rolling my eyes.
"I've captured all of your friends, you know."
"I can see that, thank you very much."
"You've got a smart mouth, haven't you, Sydney?"
"Yes, Dementor."
"Time to die, Sydney."
"Syd."
"Very well, Syd." The last three letters of the sentence seemed to disgust him as he pulled out a gun.
I shuddered. Guns had scared me since that time I was shot when I was twelve. Incidentally, it was caused by a time-traveling incident and I was sent back to the 1940s for the first time. He had the gun positioned over my chest. I was shaken with fear. Josh saw this and held me close to him. "He can't protect you, Syd," Dementor sneered. He fired the gun, knocking me unconscious again.
I was lucky to be alive. Dementor was going to win...A few hours later, I awoke in a hospital bed, the smell of the disinfectant clogging my nostrils. I groaned. "Syd! You're alive!" Josh grinned.
"Yeah," I grinned. "Where are we?"
"Dementor thought you were dead, so he sent us back to the 21st century."
"I guess I'm a good actress, huh?"
"You deserve an Emmy."
I laughed.
"Syd?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you...will you marry me?"
I grinned.