Disclaimer: I do not own GW. I do own Theresia Stahl and Eliza Alderman and the idea for this story.

Of Time

By: Saiya-jin Patricia

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Warmth. Usually a first thought when you start to wake up in the morning, unless you have a walking alarm clock that pulls the covers off your bed every morning, but that's bedside the point. Anyways, just when you're starting to wake up, you feel warm and your mind is comfortably foggy from sleep. Then you open your eyes and find that you're not in your bed, you're in a place you've never seen before and things look like they came off of a cartoon.*

And then... you remember. Things you never, ever wanted to remember that had happened. You look around, hoping, wanting proof that it was all a dream. These were the thoughts that were racing through Resi's mind when the door to the room she was in opened and a teenage boy with a braid (though she didn't really notice the braid until later) came through with a tray of food.

He looked like he was about to say something along the lines of "Oh, you're awake," but seemed to have second thoughts due to her expression. She felt tears brimming at the corners of her eyes and the boy said something she didn't quite understand in a slightly panicked, slightly worried voice. She pulled the soft covers closer around her before burying her face in them. A few moments later she felt a hesitant hand patting her back softly.

The world was a horrible, evil place. She felt so hopeless because she felt there was nothing she could do about it.

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Eliza felt her shoulder brush past someone. In the same moment she brought her head up to see who it was, a tree root "conveniently" got in the way of her feet and she fell towards the ground.

Now, in romance stories and such, some dashing young man would be bound to catch the dazzling young maiden, but never in Eliza Alderman's case. She fell to the ground, scraping her hands and knees (she was wearing her favorite pair of cutoff loose jean shorts) adding to the injuries she already had from falling into and landing in a tree limb and a pile of leaves, in that order.

"Aw, blood heck, why me?" she asked to nothing in particular while adding a few more expletives directed at whatever gods of fate that were responsible for her new cuts and bruises.

"Are you okay?" asked a monotone voice behind her. She could tell it was a guy's without even looking around.

"Just bloody fine," she said grumpily, sucking on the side of her finger where a sharp rock had left a cut.

Turning around to look at the guy, she saw he had an unusual hairstyle, in that it looked as if it were all combed forward, but he made it look natural.

She rolled onto her back on the ground, looking at the odd sky.

"What's wrong with the sky?" she asked. The way she figured, she was either dreaming or drunk (which wasn't out of the question), so it didn't really matter whether or not she asked questions.

"Are you from Earth?" Oh, now she could pummel 'im for that one.

"No, Mars," she said, sounding deadly serious.

"The sky here is just a mimicry of Earth's sky, which is blue, unlike Mars', which is red."

She gaped at him. She had just been kidding. This guy had to be insane.

"So... how do they get it to stay up there?" she asked curiously... what a weird little dream world.

"It's all computerized..." He was giving her a weird look.

"What's compooterized?" That weird look was still there.

"I think you'd better come with me."

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"So, what's your name?" Duo asked the girl that was sitting cross-legged in the bed in front of him.

She just stared at him, then cocked her head to the side in a very dog-like way. That is, a very, very, sad, puppy-eyed dog-like way.

She then said something in a language he recognized. It was German. He had wondered before why the Professor had made him learn the language, as it hadn't been used in about a hundred years. The Professor's reason had been that the language might still be used in top secret information and information that was in need of Duo's decoding skills.

He wasn't very good at the spoken language, but he could read it just fine, so he jotted down a couple questions in German on a piece of paper and handed it to her hoping she wasn't illiterate as well... It was simply unheard of for anyone to not know Japanese or English.

Apparently, this girl didn't know either. He wondered why. What kind of circumstances could possibly have accounted for such a thing to happen? The only way for her to not know the language would be for her to have been raised in seclusion. Then there was the whole thing with Rashid saying she just appeared out of thin air... which was just weird.

He found his thoughts disturbed as the girl tentatively offered him the paper back. This is what it translated into:

"What is your name? Theresia Stahl

Where are you from? Germany"



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A/N:

Wow... I sure made Trowa talk a lot.

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*No offence to any anime fans, I'm sure some of you go off on your friends every time they say the word "cartoon" when taking about anime. I just don't think anime would have reached Nazi Germany by back then (poor them), I'm not even sure about cartoons, but hey, it's my fic, so now they have... or did ^^;; if that makes any sense.